And she looks so pretty at my mercy.
“You’ll swallow every drop, sì?” She tries to nod. “You will swallow everything I have to give you, and it will make me so proud, mia piccola luna.”
Her thighs rub together, and I wonder just how wet she is. She responds so fucking perfectly the dirtier I talk to her. I can’t wait to see how she responds to it while I’m buried inside of her to the hilt.
“I’m coming, Aurora. Fuck, I’m coming.”
Two more strokes in her hot mouth and I’m gone. The pleasure sweeps through me like a fucking tsunami, taking me under. I don’t even realize I’m holding myself in her throat until she taps my thigh. I look down and am met with wide eyes.
Breathing heavily, I quickly pull out of her mouth, letting her gulp down deep breaths. I fall to my knees in front of her, wiping the tears that have fallen down her cheeks. She coughs a little between breaths.
“I’m so sorry, sweet girl.” I push the tangled pieces of hair out of her face. “I lost myself in you.”
“It’s okay,” she says, giving a small laugh as she wipes her mouth. “I enjoyed it.”
“What did you enjoy?” I ask her, touching her anywhere I can to comfort her. I run my fingers through her hair, the pads of my thumbs over her cheeks, and my palms down her arms. “Tell me what you liked so that I know to do it again.”
She blushes, suddenly embarrassed now that I’ve put her on the spot. I push her thighs apart and situate myself between them. I can smell her arousal, and it makes my mouth water. The thought of tasting her makes my dick try to twitch back to life.
“Tell me, Aurora. What did you like?”
“Your taste,” she whispers, her voice trembling a little. Her eyes meet mine hesitantly. But she’s trying. She’s trying to open up to me, and I love her for it. “The way you spoke to me. The way you took control,” she says as she runs her hands through my hair and then her fingertips through my beard.
I lean forward and nuzzle my face into her neck, breathing in her scent as I leave kisses across her throat.
“Such a good girl,” I murmur against her skin. “Would you like to see how good it feels to have a mouth on you?” I ask her as I lift and push her backward into the bed. She gives the cutest little yelp and falls backward.
“What if I do not like it?” she asks as I hover over her, kneeing her thighs apart. Her chest is heaving, her breasts almost spilling out of the flimsy nightgown. I smile down at her.
“Is this important to you?” I gesture to the fabric, and she shakes her head.
“No, I only got it for—”
Her words are cut off with a gasp as I rip it clean from her body, right down the middle. Her heavy breasts spill free, and before she can move, I take one into my mouth. I fill my mouth with it, teasing the nipple with the tip of my tongue. Her back arches into my mouth, and her hands tug harshly on my hair.
“Owen,” she moans as her hips seek my own. My needy little moon.
“Fuck, my name sounds so good coming out of your mouth. Say it again.” I go to her other breast, taking it the same way I did the other, giving her pale nipples special attention.
“Owen,” she moans again. Her hands leave my hair to run down my back, and I bite down on her nipple when her fingernails scrape up my skin.
I begin to kiss my way down her body, and when I reach the band of her panties, I pause and look up at her. She’s looking at me with a smirk and one eyebrow raised.
“Going to rip those, too, husband?”
That word sends a shock wave through my body, and suddenly, I’m ready to go all over again. I’ve never been hard again so quickly in my life. This girl—my wife—is perfect.
I fist the fabric, and she smiles. I wink and then pull hard, ripping her panties off her in one quick yank. Red marks are left on her soft skin from where it pulled and dragged, and I kiss and lick my way across each one of them.
“Am I going to come again?” she asks, her voice breathy and flustered.
I settle between her thick thighs, pushing her legs over my back. I blow softly on the glistening lips of her cunt. She gasps again, and her hips lift off the bed, seeking any kind of friction. Her clit is swollen and begging for my tongue. I look up at her.
“Yes.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
I kiss her everywhere but where she wants it. I take her lips between my teeth and kiss her inner thigh. I run my nose through the soft white hair on her mound and lick up to her navel.
“Owen,” she groans, sounding like the most pitiful thing I’ve ever heard. “Mi stai facendo impazzire.” You’re driving me mad.
“Tell me what you want, then.”
“I don’t know!” she cries out, frustrated as she moves her thighs against me.
“Yes, you do, Aurora. Tell me what you want.” My smile is hidden from her, but I’m sure she can still hear it in my voice because she gives me a frustrated look that could kill.
I like her like this, wound up and ready to break. She’s so turned on she can barely think. And it’s giving her new life; it’s making her brave. Without even realizing she’s doing it, she’s coming out of her timid little shell.
“Ugh!” she groans and then begins swearing a lot in Italian. I’ve never heard such colorful vocabulary. Not even from Pyro. My heart and dick swell with pride. She’s feisty, my wife.
She props herself up on one elbow, and I smirk at her. Narrowing her eyes on me, she grabs the back of my head with her other hand and shoves my face back between her legs.
“Your tongue. My clit,” she orders.
“Yes, ma’am,” I say, but it comes out muffled as she continues to push me into her heated flesh.
My tongue darts out, and I give her one long lick through her entire slit, tasting her sweet, musky arousal. The noises she rewards me with are enough to spur me on. I suck her clit into my mouth, and her hips fly off the bed.
I snake an arm around her hips to hold her still and use my free hand to slip one finger inside of her. If I’m going to fit, I’m going to have to get her ready. She’s so fucking tight.
Listening to her body, I do whatever it is she likes the most. I lick and suck and finger her until she’s a hot, squirming puddle. There’s a flush that has spread across her entire body, and I know she’s getting close.
“I need you to tell me when you’re going to come, Aurora,” I tell her.
“I don’t— I don’t know,” she says, her eyes squeezed shut and one arm thrown over her forehead. Her hair lies around her like a glowing white halo, and her breasts which are covered in bite marks heave with each deep breath she takes.
“I think you’re close, baby,” I say as I curl my finger inside of her and hit that spot she likes so much.
“Yes,” she chants. “Do that. Keep doing that.”
I smile and continue to suck on her clit as my finger moves inside of her. Her pussy begins to flutter around my finger, and she takes a long, deep breath.
“Come, baby,” I command and then push another finger inside of her.
She cries out at the sudden intrusion, but her orgasm quickly makes the pain fade away, and her cunt squeezes and pulses around my fingers. I scissor them inside of her, trying to stretch her as gently as I can, getting her ready for what’s coming next. She moans and rolls her hips in time with them, so I keep going. I stroke her G-spot over and over again.