Page 97 of The Lucky List
MIKE
“Fuck, I love you in green.” My hand glides over the smooth skin of Lucky’s ass, tracing the lacy fabric of her lingerie. I check my knots one more time to make sure they’re secure. “What’s your safe word, love?”
“Cabbage.”
I can’t help the chuckle that escapes. “Cabbage, eh?”
“Yeah. Never liked the stuff, so if I say it, you know I’m done.”
I nod, impressed by her logic. “Makes sense.”
Her eyes pinch shut, and I take a minute to admire my wife’s curves. That’s right. My wife. I am the lucky man who gets to spend the rest of his life with this perfect creature.
“On your side.”
She rolls obediently wrists bound in a prayer tie overhead, body offered up like she knows exactly what she does to me. The ropes frame her perfectly, pressing her curves into something sinful, and perfect, and all fucking mine. I trace a finger up her hip, moving across the dip of her waist until I reach the basic chest harness I gave her. Fuck me, her tits look incredible like this, round and full. I lean down and caress her breast, pulling a nipple into my mouth.
She gasps and moans as she rolls onto her back, pushing her chest out in presentation to me. Knowing how far she’s come since I first met her, I waste no time, licking her breasts and teasing both of her nipples.
“Mike,” she breathes, already wrecked on nothing but anticipation. “Fuck.”
“What do you need, wife?”
She moans as I pinch a nipple between my lips and tug.
“I need to come.”
Releasing her nipple, I hover over her, silently demanding her to use her words. She knows by now that if she doesn’t, I will edge her until she does.
“I want to fuck your thigh while you play with me until I come.”
A slow smile pulls at my mouth as her legs part in invitation, and I seize the opportunity to push my leg between hers. “And for your second orgasm?”
“Do you need a list?” Her head pops up, a smirk on her face, half teasing, half exasperated.
“I’d love a list. A Lucky List.” My tongue lightly brushes her nipple with nowhere near the amount of pressure I know she needs.
She lets out a frustrated little sound. I love this game, this back and forth we have where I push her to take control, and she teeters between total surrender and total domination.
“One thigh. Two Squirtle. Three hard and from behind. Four on my throne. And if you think you’re capable of anything beyond that, surprise me.”
Her shorthand makes me chuckle as I lower my head and nip at the flesh of her breast as she starts grinding on my thigh. I tug on her rope harness, moving her to where I want her on the bed and she gasps when I bite a nipple.
“Harder. Yes, fuck. I’m close.”
My teeth close around her tight bud as I increase the pressure, careful not to break the skin. My wife likes it right on theedge of pain and pleasure, and the moment I give her what she’s asked for, she breaks exactly the way she always does. Shuddering, shaking, breath stuttering like she’s trying to hold herself together while falling beautifully.
“Let’s see what kind of mess you made, wife.”
“Lap it up like a good boy. I know how desperate you get for my cunt.”
Fuck, I love this woman. Love the way she has come into her own, taking exactly what she wants without apology.
“Yes, ma’am.” Those are the last words I utter for several minutes as I lap at her pussy like I haven’t eaten it in weeks. There’s no way I could go more than a day without feasting on her and she knows it.
I can tell she wants to move her hands, but she’s unsure if she’s allowed to or not, so they writhe above her head as her hips buck against me.
“Oh shit. Mike. Oh God.”
