Page 166 of The Reason I Married Him
I love the struggle in her muscles. The patience that’s wearing thin. Her arousal grows with every pass of my mouth, wet and so fucking ready. I was wrong last night.She. Wants. This.She wants me just as much as I want her.
My cock pulses against the mattress, wanting so much more. Wanting inside her.
“Fuck, I love this,” I say as I start to move my hips against the mattress, easing some of the growing tension in my lower back. “I could eat this pussy all fucking day.”
“Then . . . do it,” she says in desperation.
Smiling, because I love seeing how much she wants this, I press my tongue to her clit. I don’t move, I don’t lick, I just hold my tongue there, wanting to gauge her reaction.
And to my fucking delight, she moans loudly as her back arches off the mattress. “Yes, Wyatt.”
That’s all I need to snap my plans of a slow, methodic way of pleasuring her.
Continuing the pressure, I flatten my tongue against her clit and then slowly drag it up, feeling her arousal all around my tongue.
“Oh . . . my . . . God,” she moans.
And she was going to get off on her vibrator. I’m so much better than anything she could do herself. I want her to realize that and keep it in her mind. I want her to remember every second of my tongue between her legs.Because there is no way I will forget her delicious taste.
I dip in for more, continuing the slow, languid strokes, prepping her for what’s to come as I grind my hips into the mattress at the same time, the friction of my cock against the mattress spurring me on.
“So good,” she says. I love the way she vocalizes and doesn’t hide her feelings.
And Christ, she’s got to have the best-tasting pussy I’ve ever had the luxury of going down on.
Sweet, bare, and responsive. Everything I want in a woman.
Wanting more, I slide my hand under her shirt to her breasts, where I find her nipples already hard. So fucking hot.
I run my fingers over them lightly at first, thinking back to her words from the night before.
“He wouldn’t play with my nipple. He wouldn’t circle his finger around it or flick it or pinch it. He’d lick it on occasion, but that didn’t do much. I wanted more from him. So much more.”
Fucking selfish prick.
Well, I’m not, and these fucking incredible breasts are going to get everything they love and more.
The hardened nubs tug against my fingertips as I circle her nipples, then pass over them, continuing the movement until her head thrashes from side to side and her breathing picks up.
“Yes,” she whimpers. “Just like that.”
After a few passes of my tongue and a few teasing rubs of my fingers, I pinch her nipple at the same time as I suck her clit between my lips.
“Oh my God!” she yells as her back arches off the mattress. “Oh fuck, Wyatt.” Her hand falls to my head, her fingers tangling in my hair—one of the best feelings ever.
“That’s it, baby.”
I continue to suck on her clit while my finger rolls her nipple, pinches, and lightly tugs.
She moans.
She quakes.
She tugs on my hair.
It’s so fucking hot.
While she tenses around me, I take her legs and drape them over my shoulders before I release her clit, and then, with the tip of my tongue, I flick rapidly over her clit. Immediately, she lets out a delicate moan as her legs clamp around my head. Her body lifts, and she says, “Wyatt . . . I can’t . . . I’m going . . .”
