I press her into the door, grinding my ever-present erection against the center of her, and I see her eyes roll back into her head before it thumps against the wood. It gives me access to her throat, where I lick and nibble, sucking gently enough not to leave a mark. As much as I want to leave evidence behind that I’ve finally claimed her as mine, I don’t want her to have to explain hickies to her kids.
“Bed. Please, Win,” she breathes, and a moment later, she’s flat on her back in the middle of her bed, and I’m standing at the edge. My hands slide over her ankles, up her calves, between her inner thighs, and then grip the waistband of her leggings, tugging the tight stretchy material over her hips.
Without a word, I pull them all the way off her body and then kiss a shiver-inducing path from her knee to the apex of her thighs. I look up to find her eyes open and watching me, and I hook her soft cotton panties with my pointer fingers and slide them down and off. I toss them on the floor with her leggings and turn back to face her. My eyes land on what is clearly a C-section scar, and I kiss each end of it, hearing her whimper.
She’s shaved bare, and I can’t hold back any longer. I take my first taste of her, running my tongue from the very bottom of her opening up to circle around her clit. She sighs, melting into the mattress at the teasingly soft touch of my lips as I press a kiss to the tight bundle, and that’s about all the gentleness I have in me as her flavor explodes on my tongue. Her back arches as my grip tightens on her hips, and I growl as my control suddenly snaps, hearing her gasp as I cover her with my whole mouth and suck.
She lets out a sound of shocked pleasure as I release the suction right over her clit, making a popping noise. Her thighs tighten around my shoulders as I continue eating her like a man possessed. Her hands shoot into my hair, and I hum in approval. Her moans of ecstasy alone could send me over the edge. But I force myself to get ahold of my errant self-control before I come in my pants like a fucking teenager.
My fingers dig into her softness until my thumbs creep around to hold her pussy lips open, and she whimpers once more. I open my eyes and stare at her wet and pretty pink center, and I know I must have a look of animalistic possession on my face. She shudders under my heated gaze, and the movement of her body snaps me out of my trance enough that my mouth lands on her once more. She squeals at the force of it all, her hands leaving my head to slap over her mouth, trying to keep quiet.
Her breath starts to hitch, and I latch onto her clit, circling it with my lips and then massaging it incessantly with the flat of my tongue. She’s so close. I just know it.
And then she comes, a glorious experience from my position as she cries out behind her hands, so it’s muffled when I hear, “Fuck, Winston! Oh, God!” Her entire body convulses, her hands leaving her mouth to dig back into my scalp to hold me against her pussy, and she rides my face, making me growl in pleasure. I would eat this woman every day for the rest of our lives if given the opportunity, and then I remember—I can now do just that.
She falls limp against the bed, and I place one last kiss to her center before crawling up her body, where she stares up at me through eyes that are half-mast.
I smile, one of love directed at the woman I want to spend every last breath I have on this earth with.
“I need you,” she whispers, and it’s almost my undoing.
Cece
With the little bit of strength I can conjure after he’s made me a limp, melted mess in the middle of my bed, I hook my ankles behind his thighs and pull him to me, where his hips nestle right up against my still sensitive flesh. Which is when I realize he still has his pants on. “Please,” I whisper, trying to use my feet to pull his jeans down, and he wastes no time. He’s suddenly as naked as I am, and the head of his big cock presses right up to my entrance, making me shudder at the first contact of his flesh against mine.
“I love you,” he tells me softly, and my eyes meet his.
“I love you too,” I reply, my arms lifting to bury my hands in the back of his hair, and I pull him down to me so I can kiss his lips, tasting myself there as he slowly starts to press inside me, filling me inch by gloriously thick inch. I whimper at being stretched like I’ve never been stretched before, his girth like nothing I’ve ever experienced.