Page 167 of The Reason I Married Him
I lift my mouth off her for a second to say, “Come, baby. Come all over my tongue.”
And then my mouth is on her again. My fingers pinch her nipples. My tongue runs rapidly over her clit.
Her body tenses, her back arches, her fists clench into the sheets, and in a matter of seconds, she’s yelling out my name, her pleasure tipping over the edge as her orgasm rocks through her.
“Oh God, oh fuck. Yes . . . yes, keep going,” she moans. “More, Wyatt.” I keep flicking, loving how wet she is. I lap up every ounce of her as the tension slowly ebbs from her orgasm.
I lazily let my tongue explore her pussy until she’s sated and relaxed on the bed.
Spent.
Satisfied.
That’s when I lift and stare up at her, a beautiful, pleasured smile crossing over her lips as her eyes open to meet mine.
“Fuck,” she whispers, catching her breath. She covers her eyes with her arm. “You’re so good at that.”
“I better be,” I say as I lift some more, the pain of my erection almost knocking me back down. While I was going down on her, I practically humped the mattress, getting off on her moans, on the taste of her, but now that I’m all riled up with no release, there’s only one thing to do—go take a shower.
I lift off from the bed, my erection painfully obvious in my briefs, so I head for the bathroom, but she calls out to me. “What are you doing?”
I glance down at my tented briefs and then back at her. “Release, baby,” I say.
She props up on her elbows and says, “Come get a release over here.”
I shake my head. “That’s not why I did that to you.”
“I know,” she says. “But . . . don’t you want me to help you?” The way she asks, insecurity lacing through her voice, there’s no way I could deny her.
“More than anything,” I say. A smile lights up her face as I move toward the bed again. “Where do you want me?”
She reaches for the vibrator she was using and says, “Lie down.”
I do as I’m told and ask, “What are you doing with that?”
“Having fun,” she says, surprising me.
I lie down, and the tip of my cock peeks past my briefs, but I don’t do anything. I let her take charge, and she straddles my thighs and turns on the vibrator. I place my hands behind my head as she brings the vibrator down to the tip of my cock.
“Fuuuck . . . yes,” I drag out, already knowing this will be amazing.
“Does that feel good?” she asks.
“So fucking good, Aubree,” I say as I stare up at her and her fucking angelic face, her orgasm-stained cheeks. Her hair curly and flowing over her shoulder and back, and those eyes, lit up with intrigue, looking like she’s ready for a show from me.
I’ll fucking give her one.
Anything she wants at this point.
I just want to come, and I want her to watch me come.
Keeping my briefs where they are, she brings the vibrator down my length to the base and back up.
“That’s it, baby,” I say. “Tease me. Make me so fucking hard.”
Her eyes briefly fly to mine, then focus on what she’s doing. She lifts and says, “Spread your legs.”
I do as I’m told, and she straddles only one of my thighs as she brings the vibrator down between my legs and right to my balls. And because she doesn’t have any underwear on, I can feel how wet she still is from her orgasm.Fuck, that’s going to make me even harder.
