“Ana. Oh fuck. Ana.” Her name is a litany I chant in time with her gliding mouth.
Slowly my hands lower of their own accord and drift into her hair. It's going to happen again. I'm about to lose control. I can feel it rising inside me. That same madness that numbed me to her cries to stop on our wedding night.
“Enough.” I snarl, forcing myself to push her away. Her sucking mouth releases me with a wet pop that makes my cock twitch hard, wanting nothing more than to be back inside her.
“Let me take care of you.” I plead, desperate not to lose mastery of myself again. I try to take a step back, but her fingers slide to my hips, digging in with more strength than I expected.
She shakes her head, her hair in disarray from my hands. Her eyes are glazed with lust, her cheeks pink with the excitement that I know is racing through her veins.
“Please let me,” she begs her voice husky and pleading.
“I don't want to hurt you again,” I admit, tearing my eyes away from her.
“You won't.” Her voice is firm, assured, “You didn't hurt me that night. I’m sorry I made you believe that.”
My eyes fly back to her face. I know what I did. It kills me that she is excusing me for what we both know I did. “You don't have to keep saying that sunshine. I was there, I know I hurt you. I made you cry.”
Her laughter dumbfounds me. “I cried because I was overwhelmed X. It's not every day that a virgin realizes they get off on having their hair pulled during sex.”
Even though she told me before, I’m afraid to believe what she just said. There’s no way she meant what I think she did.
She pulls me back toward her, staring up into my eyes. “I was scared that enjoying the way you handled me meant that I was bad…” her words trail off as she wraps a hand around my girth, leaning closer to me. She licks me softly, “but I’ve decided I want to be bad. With you.”
She doesn't give me a chance to respond, just sinks her mouth over me, pulling my ass forward until I bump against the back of her throat. Slowly I draw back, my eyes glued to hers, watching for any indication that this is too much. That I need to stop this before it goes too far.
She pulls off of me again, “Teach me how to be your bad girl, X.” Her words are ragged with excitement. She eagerly returns her attention to my cock, taking me again, as deep as she can. Her hands snake back around behind me, massaging the muscles of my ass as she pulls me closer, thrusting me into her welcoming mouth.
The vibration of her urgent moans courses through me. “Ana! Fuck Ana, your mouth.” I allow myself a shallow thrust, rolling my hips. Then another. Her green eyes are locked on mine with so much trust, I have to stay in control.
Another insistent pull of her hands and I'm in deep again. Then she swallows, her throat constricting around my tip, and I'm lost. With a hoarse cry, my fingers tangle in her hair as I adjust the angle of her face so I can get deeper. Holding her still, I use her mouth the same as I use her pussy, fucking her with deep steady thrusts. She never breaks eye contact with me, her gaze telling me she loves me, that she trusts me.
Then I see the tears streaming down her cheeks. I try to stop, need to stop before I hurt her. Again. There is no way she meant what she said, and her tears prove it. There is no way that someone as innocent her wants me to use her this way. What the hell is wrong with me?
I pull away, drawing my length back until only the head remains in her wet mouth. She moans ferociously and draws me deeper, her cheeks hollowed as she sucks hard, her hands clinging, with her effort to drag me back in. She doesn't want me to stop.
A roar of lust and satisfaction breaks loose in me as I realize that she truly does want this. She is flawless. She was made just for me. She craves my darkness and brightens it with her light.
Half mad from the unrelenting suction of her mouth and the sight of the tears streaming down her face, I fall into a rhythm, thrusting deeper and harder until I'm lodged deep in her throat.
Her small hand taps my thigh, softly interrupting my plunging movements. I pull back, allowing her to gasp for air.
“More.” She groans, rocking forward and capturing me again with her lips, gently scraping her teeth over my sensitive flesh.
“Do you want it all babe? Do you want my cum?” She nods fiercely, raunchy, wet slurping noises coming from where I am fucking her mouth.
The rocking chair she is still sitting in helps me to set a smooth steady rhythm. In and out. Deeper and deeper. Her hands stroking me as I pull out, then drive back inside. Her little sounds pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“I'm gonna cum, wife,” I growl, trying to pull away, but she grasps me tighter, working her tight little mouth and throat on me harder until I can't stop myself. Holding her completely still, I push deep and pump hard as cum boils it's way up my shaft, exploding into her mouth and down the back of her throat. I’m drowning in scorching waves of pleasure. She swallows over and over, happy little noises interspersed between the sounds of her gulping swallows.
When my pulsing climax stops, I slip my still hard cock free of her swollen lips. She collapses against me, her slim arms clinging to my waist, her flushed cheek hot against my abs. I gather my strength, and pick her up, carrying her on quivering legs to our bed across the hall where I reverently spread her out on the soft comforter. She is a goddess. My goddess and I intend to worship every lush inch of her body until she begs me to stop.
Her legs lay sprawled open and I push her skirt up, revealing her naked pussy.
“No panties? What a naughty girl.” I growl. Dropping to my knees beside the bed, I pull her ass to the edge, tossing her limp legs over my shoulders. My eyes devour the sight of her swollen, pink core. She is more soaked than ever before, her juices making her pink flesh glisten. I easily slip two fingers inside her heat. She cries out and clenches around them, pulling them deeper inside. Amazed at how turned on she got giving me head, I lock my lips over her clit, sucking and rubbing circles around the little pearl with my tongue as I add a third finger and stroke in and out of her clinging channel. Taking special care, I rub against the special spot deep inside, that makes her go a little crazy, until she is lifting her hips. Fevered sounds cascade from her lips. Her fingers twine into my hair, pulling painfully as she grinds her delicious pussy against my mouth.
I can't get enough of the taste and feel of her. Pressing her legs even wider apart, I slide my fingers free and lap into her heat as deeply as possible, fucking her with my tongue while I firmly pinch and roll her clit between my slick fingers.