Page 31 of Wanting My Husband
Sure, it’s a vulnerable position, one I’ve never been in before. Not with anyone. But being on my knees, waiting, doesn’t make me feel small or inferior. If anything, it’s the opposite, especially when his attention is locked on me as if I’m the only thing in the world that matters. It sends a jolt through my chest, a kind of power I’ve never felt before. I lean into it, knowing I’m the reason his dick is so hard it looks painful.
John grips the base of his cock, finally rubbing the tip against my waiting tongue. It’s so soft, and I try to memorize the feeling, but he pulls back too quickly.
“Fuck,” I whisper, the word full of pure, unadulterated awe that this is finally happening.
“Still green, Princess?”
“Yes,” I assure him on a breathy exhale as I meet his gaze through my lashes. I lean closer, my curiosity winning out over my nerves. I want to be good for him, but I also trust him to correct me if I do something wrong. I lift my hand and gently touch the barbell closest to the head of his cock. It’s a featherlight touch, but it causes his body to twitch.
“I love them,” I whisper, moving my fingertips over each one before looking up at him with wide eyes. I can’t imagine the pain he must have gone through to have all these piercings. But selfishly, I’m so glad he did. They’re incredibly sexy.
“Taste them.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I try to think about what I like when I’m on the receiving end of a blowjob as my tongue darts out, swirling around the metal at the tip of his dick. It’s a strange, almost electrifying sensation—the hard, smooth steel against the soft head of his cock, but it’s everything. I’m enjoying this more than I ever could’ve imagined. My tongue moves to lick up the ladder on his shaft, just like I’ve been fantasizing about, withoutactually taking him in my mouth yet. I let out a content sigh as I reach the final one.
His hard cock is bigger than mine, and I’ve always been really happy with the size of my dick, so I think it’s safe to be a little concerned about how I’ll possibly fit him inside of my mouth, let alone other places, but it feels like it’s time to try. My jaw has to stretch wider than it ever has before, and I can feel it starting to ache already, but I don’t care. I want this. I want him.
I take him in my mouth, inch by slow inch, focusing on his piercings. The first barbell slides over my tongue, and I groan around him. The cool metal is a stark contrast against the heat of his skin, sending a jolt straight to my core at the sensation. My tongue traces the smooth, spherical beads, feeling the slight ridge where they meet the bar. Then the next one and the next. Each one is a new discovery, a new thrill as the metal easily glides over my tongue, creating a unique friction against my tastebuds. It’s a bit overwhelming, and I pull back slightly. The metal presses into my bottom lip before I take him as far into my mouth as I can again, this time with more confidence, my tongue dancing along the entire length of his ladder from base to tip.
His hand tightens in my hair, and I can feel the tension in his thighs where I’ve moved my hands to steady myself. He’s letting me set the pace, letting me explore, and the trust he’s showing me is more intoxicating than the taste of him.
I’m obsessed with every single part of this.
My world narrows to the weight of him in my mouth, the feel of the steel beads rolling over my tongue, and the low grunts he’s making above me. I try to take more, to see how far I can go, but I hit my limit and have to pull back, gagging and gasping for air. A string of saliva connects us, and I’m panting, my jaw aching in the best way. John’s dick is so hot.
“Easy,” he says in a low, rumbly tone. “You’re trying to swallow me whole.”
I look up at him, and when I blink, a tear slips down mycheek before I even realize my eyes have started to water. “Sorry.” I hate that he needed to stop me. I want this to be so good for him.
He shakes his head, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “Don’t be sorry, Princess. Just want you to breathe.” He uses his grip on my hair to guide my head back, changing the angle, but this time it’s different. He’s in control. “Open up. Let me show you.”
That sounds amazing, so I do. I drop my hands into my lap and let him set the pace; he holds my jaw exactly where he wants me and thrusts in and out of my mouth. Like this, I can stop worrying about if I’m doing something wrong. He’s completely in control and it allows me to just relax and enjoy it.
The frantic energy in my chest settles into a sense of purpose as though I’m exactly where I should be, combined with a deep desire to please John, to learn exactly what he likes best. His cock fills my mouth, and with the hypnotic slide of his ladder against my tongue, I start to anticipate his movements, swirling my tongue around each barbell as it passes.
His soft grunts and the salty taste of his precum make me think he’s enjoying it too, and as I gaze up at him through my lashes, I catch a look of awe on his face that I’ve never seen from him. I can’t believe that I did that; that I’m the reason John looks so enamored right now.
I never want this to end. The ache in my jaw is still present, a constant reminder of how much I’m stretching for him, to make this as good as I possibly can, and I love it.
John mutters, “Fuck, Chad. Your mouth… so fucking good.” His praise hits me like a drug, a jolt of lust going straight to my own neglected cock which twitches in return. I moan around him, trying to show my appreciation, and the vibration has him groaning, “Fuck,” as he continues to thrust into me. His movements become more erratic, and I can feel him getting close as his fingers tighten in my hair again.
John pulls back suddenly, leaving my mouth hanging open,empty and wanting. I look up, dazed and confused. My lips are slick, but I’m not ready to close my mouth or for this to be over. Before I can ask, he’s pulling me up by my arms and guiding me back onto the bed.
“Lay on your back, so your head is hanging off the edge,” he instructs in that hot as fuck growly tone, and I hurry to obey.
“Color?” John looms over me, cock glistening with my saliva, and I just can’t get over how amazing it is that this is finally happening. That John is showing me this side of him, and somehow, it’s even hotter than I’d dared to hope for.
“Green,” I confirm.
“Fuck,” he growls, not waiting any longer before he guides his dick back to my lips. This angle is different. Deeper. He slides in, and I can feel him hitting the back of my throat. His Prince Albert piercing is a constant, thrilling reminder of exactly who’s inside of me. Each time it happens, my cock jerks, and I’m leaking like crazy. He strokes my cheek as he fucks my throat, the soft caress at odds with the force behind his thrusts in the best way.
“Breathe through your nose, Princess. Let me in, and if it’s too much, slap my thigh.”
I nod in understanding, but it’s not too much. Not even close. I relax my throat as he pushes in even deeper. It’s overwhelming, all-consuming. I’m completely at his mercy, but again, I can’t deny how powerful I feel knowing that I’m the one bringing out this side of John.
“Fuck, I’m close,” he mutters through his erratic breathing. I close my eyes, drifting into a state of bliss as I give in to everything I’m feeling. “Oh fuck, I’m…”
He moans as his cum floods my throat, and I have no choice but to swallow it down. His salty release overwhelms my senses, and I’m in such a haze, so consumed by him and so focused on enjoying the taste of him, I barely register what’s happening ashe pulls back, wasting no time before he nearly tears my pants off.
