The ridge of his erection was no longer a promise, now it was a rampage. A very demanding war cry.
As our kisses became more heated and our tongues slid against each other, licking and tasting, sucking, mimicking the strokes of lovemaking, I pushed him back and he landed with an oof.
Our lips broke contact, and he grinned up at me. "Ems, are you trying to tell me something?"
I laughed at that. "I'm telling you that I believe you. You are my husband. And I want you so stop talking."
"All right, fine. I'll be silent."
I laughed. "No, not that silent."
He lifted a brow. "Oh, is that because you like it when I whisper dirty things in your ear?"
I gazed down at him, licking my bottom lip where his flavor still lingered. "Abso-fucking-lutely."
One of his hands shifted from my ass, along my waist, and over my ribs, teasing the side of my breast just so, before gliding up to my neck into my hair. Gripping tightly and pulling me to him. "I'll say whatever the fuck you want, starting with I am so desperate to fuck you. I can't decide how I want you first."
The growl and gravel in his voice made me shiver. "Oh yeah, there it is."
He rocked his hips upward, seeking more of my heat. When I shifted away, he groaned. "Stop teasing me, Ems."
"Who, me?"
I then brought my pussy back over the ridge of him and rotated it slowly, sliding up and down, and he growled and pushed himself up so he could meet my lips. Even though I sat on top of him, he was clearly in charge. With every dip and stroke of his tongue, he was guiding us.
"Fuck, Emma."
I grinned at him. "Yes, husband?" I leaned over and kissed his lips briefly. "Is there something you need Bridge?"
I pushed up, bringing him with me and unbuttoning his shirt before sliding my hands up his taut, flat belly and over his chest, the dusting of hair tickling my fingertips. My hands then moved to his shoulders, pushing his shirt off. As I helped him get undressed, my eyes roamed freely.
I stood in front of him, and then reached for his belt. His brow cocked. "Ems?"
"Be quiet, I'm busy."
He grinned at me. "Oh, I'm going to be quiet now?"
"Don't be a contrarian."
"I just want to understand what's going on."
All I could do was shake my head at him and pull his belt through the loops. When it was free, I tossed it somewhere over my head and heard a clatter on the floor.
He didn't even glance at the belt. His eyes were firmly fixed on my breasts. He licked his lower lip, and I smiled down at him. "That's the spirit."
I started to shove his trousers down, but his big hands molded to my breasts. Holding one to his lips, he teased it with his thumb before he popped it into his mouth and sucked hard.
The stab of desire that shot straight to my core nearly made my knees buckle. "Oh my God."
He just kept pulling and pulling, sucking deep, his eyes closed and broad hands holding firmly. His thumb teased my other nipple. Gently plucking between the thumb and forefinger.
When I shoved his trousers down, he didn't release me.
And I almost gave in, desire pulling me toward him. I could just let him take over. But I wanted to do this.
I pulled his head to me, holding him firmly in place. And he gave me a satisfied grunt before releasing my nipple with a loud pop and kissing across my chest to the other one.
When my knees buckled, he chuckled to himself and released me. He started to pick me up, but I shook my head. "Nope. No you don't. I have a job to do."
He grinned as my gaze drifted down to his very erect cock. Thick and long. Pointing straight up to his belly button. "Oh, sorry. Then by all means, don't let me keep you from your work."
I stuck my tongue out and gave him a long lick from base to tip. His curse was low and guttural as he collapsed back onto the bed and clutched at the sheets. "Jesus fuck, Emma."
I smiled to myself and whispered, "I'm so glad to hear you using your words."
He lifted his head and met my gaze. "Payback's a bitch."
"Oh, I'm hoping so."
I gave him another long lick from base to tip, this time swirling my tongue over the mushroom tip of his cock, tasting that salty bead of pre-cum and then lightly sucking the head between my lips.
His hips rose up. "Fuck."
That one word was going to be how we communicated for the next five minutes as I licked and stroked. And when I heard the sharp hitch in his breath, the light pant as he grasped the duvet, I stroked my right hand down to the base of his cock and squeezed.
His torso lurched up off the bed. "Oh my God. Fuck. Oh my God."
"Down you go. We're not done here."
His eyes were wild with desire as he narrowed his gaze on me. "You like to tease."
"Yes, I do like to tease."
"All right, two can play that game."
I laughed and went right back to my job. This time, his hands fisted my hair. But he didn't try to guide me. He let me set my pace, let me set how deep I was going to go. And when I took him all the way to the back of my mouth and then relaxed my throat and went deeper, he rewarded me with a little slight lift of his hips as his hands grasped tightly in my hair. The little pinpricks of pain were just enough to put that edge of excitement to this. Then I drew back. But before he could even take a breath, I took him deep again, and he whimpered before dropping back to the bed. His hands were still in my hair, and all he could muster at that point was, "Oh God, Emma. Jesus."
When I pulled back this time though, his firm hand kept me from going deep again. "No. Mm-mm. I'm coming inside you."
I pouted at that. "You never let me have any fun."
"I think you've had quite the fun."
He sat up and pulled my lips to his. "But I'm having you." And then he pulled me up his body into our previous position where I straddled him, my slickness gliding over him.
He kissed down my body and laid me back on the bed, wasting no time as his mouth jumped straight in. He wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked hard.
His tongue started rapid-fire flicking, and I couldn't stop my hips from bucking straight up. He grabbed both cheeks of my ass, squeezing tightly, and went to town. Just when I thought I was going to die, burst from the pressure he was applying to my clit, he eased back and licked from my clit to my opening. Swirling slowly. Fucking me with his tongue, making me squirm, making me wish that was his dick. But he was skilled enough to make me more than happy to ride his tongue.
With his thumb, he teased slow circles over my clit, and I slid my hand into his hair. Begging. Using my words, using my nonverbal communication, using anything that I could to get him to come up here and just fuck me already.
But he wasn't done. And suddenly his thumb pressed harder on my clit in firm, grinding strokes. He lifted my arse just enough to tease the pucker of my arse with his finger as he tongue fucked my pussy, and I tried to warn him. I tried to tell him.
"Bridge. Oh my God, Bridge."
And just as I started to come apart, he slid a finger inside my arse. I was so wet the tip slid right into the knuckle. And he fucked my arse with his finger as he fucked me with his tongue and stroked my clit until I was thrashing and screaming and begging.