Tearing my gaze away from her pretty face, I bend my head and wrap my lips around one nipple, gently sucking it. My tongue flicks over it as my fingers work its mate, twisting, and pinching. I tenderly pleasure one and painfully tease the other, sending her mind, body, and soul into a tailspin.
“Holy fuck,” she curses, gripping my shoulders. Her nails dig into my skin as my teeth close around her nipple. “Blackie,” she cries as I flick the other nipple with my fingers. I don’t let up.
Nah, girl wants to feel, then I’m gonna make her feel.
I pull on the bud once more before flattening my tongue against it. Inching back, I drop my hands from her tits and place them on her thighs. Her nipples are twice the size they were when we started this little game. Perfectly erect and deliciously red.
I slide my hands up her thighs and bend my head once more, shaking my hair out of my face, I blow a breath across one nipple and then the other. A chill runs up her spine and her skin pebbles under my touch. I press the heel of my hand over the scrap of lace covering her pussy and her arousal seeps through, wetting my hand.
“Fuck,” I growl, leaning into her. Her tits brush against my chest and she whimpers in both pleasure and pain. “You’re so fucking wet, Lace.”
“I need to come, Blackie,” she pants, as my fingers loop through the elastic covering her hips. As bad as she needs to get off, I need to watch her. I need to ingrain that fucking vision into my memory so that when I’m staring down the bottom of a bottle, I remember I got this.
I got all of this
Every moan.
Every whimper.
Every fucking plea.
My fingers close around the thin elastic and I pull it, stretching and tearing it until it snaps in two. Shoving the ripped panties out of the way, I position her so that she can rub that sweet pussy over my cock. All that wetness seeps onto my shaft as I bite back a curse and her hips buck against me. My control snaps and I roughly flip her onto her back. Without me having to tell her, she spreads her legs wide and welcomes the weight of me between them. I push myself up and stare down at her, taking in the fresh sheen of sweat that covers her body.
“Tell me what you want,” I demand, clenching my jaw.
“More,” she replies, lifting her hands to her tits.
Knowing time is of the essence, I swat her hands away from her chest and take her tits in my hands once more. I play roughly with her nipples, pinching and pulling until she cries. When neither of us can take another second, I flick them with my fingers. Then, to throw her over the edge, I slap one breast.
Her hips arch off the bed.
“Again,” she demands.
With one handprint already branded to her creamy mound, I slap the other. She absorbs the sting and arches off the bed again, panting. Her legs close around me and as I drive my cock into her slick pussy, I feel her come.
“I’m fucking coming,” she cries, lifting her hands above her head. Her fingers close around the wrought iron bars of our headboard as mine dig into her hips, holding her body steady as I pound her pussy like a fucking animal fighting to survive. Through the fog of relentless passion, I keep my eyes open and focus on her face. I watch her go through the motions. She rides the high and when she comes crashing down, I push her back up. One orgasm rolls into another and through the pain, I deliver the pleasure.
Before I give into my own release, I bend my head and with my teeth and tongue, I undo the knot between her breasts.
“Fuck yes, Blackie,” she shrieks.
Without breaking my rhythm, I lift my head and unravel the rope from her tits. Once she’s free, I pull out of her and flip her onto her belly. Splaying her hands on the pillows, she scrambles to her knees and spreads her legs for me. One hand snakes around her stomach and the other around her breasts as I bury my cock deep inside. Pressing her back to my front, I fuck her with everything I have and when she reaches her third orgasm, I finally let go, filling her with my release.
Exhausted and fucking sated, I collapse on top of her, pressing her into the mattress. The scent of sex fills the room and the sound of our sharp breaths bounce off the walls. It takes every ounce of strength to pull out and roll off her. When I do, I slide my hand between her legs and pat her pussy. She whimpers and I smile as it pulses against my fingers.
Catching our breath, with my hand between her legs and her face buried in the pillow, we lay there for a few minutes. I finally pull my hand away, wiping the sweat from my face, and she turns to me, giving me those dark eyes of hers.
“You okay?” I pant.
“Better than okay.”
“Good,” I sigh. “Because I think I’m dead,” I add. My leg grazes something and curiously I reach for the object. Lifting the forgotten paddle, I turn to Lacey and raise an eyebrow.
“You should probably see about getting a refund.”
A smile spreads across her face as she reaches for the toy. Before she can grab it, I toss it across the room and wrap my arms around her, rolling her onto her back.
“Next time you want to play, all you gotta do is ask,” I tell her, pecking her lips.
“And you’ll tie my tits up?”
“I’ll tie your hands and feet to the bedposts if that’s what you want.”
“Ooh, that’s an idea,” she teases, lifting her head to kiss me. “My nipples could cut glass right now.”
“You want me to draw you a bath?”
She shakes her head.
“I just want you to hold me.”
Dipping my head, I take her mouth again and kiss her softly. I take my time and slide my tongue over hers, caressing it…loving it… savoring it. I kiss her and kiss her until she becomes a puddle in my arms. Then, I pull away, roll onto my back and take her into my arms.
“I’ll hold you forever,” I tell her, kissing the top of her head. Content, I close my eyes and together with the sun shining through the slats of the blinds, we fall asleep.
After all, Sunday’s are for fucking and resting.
Fuck. Rest. Repeat.
My ringing phone interrupts the cycle and before we can go another round, I lift the offensive piece of shit to my ear. If it was anyone other than Jack calling, I’d let the fucking thing go to voicemail and enjoy my wife’s mouth on my cock. But I haven’t spoken to the man since he’s gone off the rails and I decided to fuck my sobriety. It’s time the both of us pull our heads from our asses and deal with everything we’ve been trying so hard to avoid.
Threading my fingers through Lacey’s hair, I hold the back of her head with one hand as she sucks me off and try to focus on Jack’s booming voice.
“What the fuck took you so long to answer?”
“You don’t want me to answer that, brother,” I grunt.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Black.”
“What do you need, Jack?”
Lacey’s eyes snap to mine as she smiles mischievously around my cock. Her tongue slides up the shaft and flicks over the engorged head.
“Little vixen,” I hiss, covering the mic on the phone.
“You going to tell my, daddy?” she taunts.
“Lace,” I warn.
“Wonder what he’ll say…”
“Black are you fucking hearing me?” Jack shouts into the phone.
Narrowing my eyes, I watch Lacey, jerk my cock into her mouth and bring the phone back to my ear.