Page 37 of Urgent Vows
He stands at the end of the bed, his handsome features cast in lines of brutal arousal. "Spread your legs, I want to see your pretty pink pussy."
I make an embarrassing meep noise, but after a couple of seconds, I separate my legs a few inches.
"More," he demands.
Lifting my knees to make it less difficult on my hip, I do what he tells me, only realizing how much more open this position makes my body to him when his dark eyes turn nearly black with lust.
I may not have been his first choice, but he wants me. He's not picturing anyone else while he touches me, his gaze is too intent, too focused on me.
Once again, wetness weeps out of my most intimate place to slide down between my separated buttocks. Only this time, he can see it.
"Look at that sweet little pussy. You are drenched for me." He climbs onto the bed, right between my splayed thighs. "I cannot wait to taste it."
I feel so exposed, but the way he looks at me makes me hot too.
He reaches down and dips his finger inside me to the first knuckle. It's uncomfortable, but before I can decide if I like it, or not, his hand is gone.
He brings it to his mouth and sucks my juices off his fingertip. He hums with pleasure.
His smile is pure sex as he reaches down and swipes more of my cream with his finger. Then he traces it over my lips before pressing against the seam. "Taste."
With no thought of disobeying, I open my mouth and let him push his finger inside. I swirl my tongue, tasting myself again.
"Suck it."
I do, hollowing my cheeks.
"Such a good, obedient wife."
Even in my intensely aroused state, I notice that he doesn't call me agood girlagain and it warms something deep in my soul that has been cold for too long. He remembered what I said about it.
"Catalina."
"Mmm?"
"You do not have to be on your knees to suck my cock."
I stare up at him, instantly craving the taste of his sex in my mouth, but he shakes his head. "Another time."
He tugs his hand back and my lips make a pop as his finger leaves my mouth because I'm still sucking.
"You are so fucking sexy, wife." Severu leans forward to run his tongue over my lips, licking until I'm sure he's gotten every bit of my juices he rubbed on them. Then he kisses me with fierce intensity.
I tilt my pelvis upward, seeking some kind of friction, but his hand presses me back to the bed and he breaks the kiss. "Stay still."
"I don't want to."
"If you want me to keep touching you, you won't move."
He's protecting me from pain, but it's so hard to keep my body still when he's kissing or touching me. Nevertheless, I nod agreement.
"Good."
He shifts back so he's once again kneeling between my legs. "I want to pleasure you with both of my hands, but that means you have to control yourself. Can you do that,my dolce gatto?
"I'll try." I can't promise.
"Good," he says again and warmth unfurls in me at his approval.
