Page 38 of Til Death
The weight of Yosiah’s dick growing on my tongue caused me to moan as I circled his length with my tongue, relaxing my throat and taking him deep. Between my legs throbbed with pleasure. Using my fingers and toys was getting old and having my husband’s dick this close had me burning to feel him inside me.
Just as I was about to gain my rhythm, my head was pushed down, causing my eyes to bulge. The fresh clean scent of soap hit my nostrils as my nose made contact with his pelvis. Shooting my eyes up, my heart stumbled when I saw those light brown orbs staring down at me. No indication of his sleep was ever apparent. My mouth grew wetter when he removed the clip and gripped my hair tightly. He wasn’t gentle, but I could take it.
Gripping his knees, I allowed him to lead me. Juices seeped between my legs every time I glanced up and saw his eyes low and focused on me. His teeth sank into his bottom lip when I pulled up and swirled my tongue around his thick head.
There were a couple times when my eyes watered and I found myself gagging when he took back over and forced me down further.
“C’mon, hubby, let me hear how good I’m making you feel,” I rasped, removing my mouth for a second, making eye contact and stroking him. My hand didn’t wrap fully around him, but I didn’t care.
Still, he refused to speak. A slight twitch in his jaw caused me to smirk.
Yosiah wasn’t the one to show a lot of emotions during sex, but he left me satisfied anytime we had it. Still, I was a woman who loved to see and hear how much pleasure my partner was having when he was with me. It was a small blow to my ego, but just like everything else, I refused to back down.
When he started thrusting his hips upward and precum landed on my tongue, I knew he was close to finishing. In my mouth was the last place I wanted him to cum in though.
The moment he gave me control, I pulled up with a string of saliva following, allowing it to drizzle on his tip. My lips numb, my stomach fluttered with desire, and my pussy craved to be filled.
Yosiah never said a word and continued to watch me with unreadable eyes. If his dick didn’t respond to me, I would have thought he was unaffected by what was happening. Once again, his control was showing and pissing me off. Just once I wanted to see how he looked when he lost control, specifically to me.
“Such a stubborn man,” I muttered, shaking my head.
It was now or never.
Pushing up to my feet, I undid the front of my robe, fully displaying my bare front. Yosiah’s eyes left my face and trailed down my body, causing my skin to prickle. I was hot and ready.
My heart pounded roughly when I walked toward him. He must have known what I was aiming for and yet he made noindication to stop me or turn me down. I straddled him, with my knees planted on each side of him on the couch, reached behind, and grabbed his dick. Just as I lined it up with my opening and prepared to sink down, he grabbed my hips.
“I don’t have a condom.” He spoke for the first time, his voice gravelly and low.
“Seriously?” I huffed. “I’m your wife.”
His face went blank as he stared at me. His fingers sank tighter into my skin.
“Seriously, it’s embarrassing that you demand your wife to wear a condom with you.”
Yosiah didn’t reply and I knew he wouldn’t change his mind. Each time we had sex, he always made sure he wore a condom. Truthfully, it was insulting, and the first time it happened, I was bewildered. We both had been tested in the beginning of our marriage so I saw no point in using them. Until recently, I was faithfully on birth control too. He needed to relax and just let fate do its thing. Still, there was no way I was leaving this room without feeling him inside me. So swallowing the protest threatening to release, I went into the pocket of my robe and pulled out a square, foil package.
“I guess it’s a good thing I came prepared, huh?” I waved it in front of his face. He glanced at the foil while licking his lips and releasing his grip on me.
Bringing the condom to my mouth, I ripped it open and proceeded to put it on him. Once sheathed, Yosiahfinallyallowed me to do my thing.
My mouth parted the moment his thick tip split me. It had been so long since I’d felt him that my pussy had to readjust to his thickness. Over the years I had been with some well-endowed men, but Yosiah was one of the thickest.
“Having trouble?” he asked smugly.
Lifting my eyes to meet his, I smacked my lips at the amused expression on his face.
“Please.”
Planting my hands on the couch over his shoulders, I leaned forward and pushed down. A long, deep moan fell from my mouth as he filled me. My breasts dangled in front of his face and I silently begged for him to take them into his mouth.
“God I missed this,” I moaned breathlessly with my head tossed back.
A tingle shot up my spine as my hips began to move. I gripped the couch, rolling my hips and lifting slightly before plopping down.
“Touch me,” I moaned, pushing my chest closer to his face.
My skin felt as if it was on fire as I rode him. Moving my hands from the couch to his shoulders, I gripped them tightly while bouncing wildly.
