“My name is Silas. And I’m going to be your husband, Delia.”
“My…”
“Husband. Say it.”
“Husband.”
“Yes, it sounds good on your lips.”
Her hands squeeze tighter as I glide the tip of my dick through her slick folds. “You keep doing that, I’m going to have to fuck you.”
“Well, that’s what a husband would do to his wife, isn’t it?”
I buck my hips back and her hands slip upward, pulling me from between her legs as she starts pumping up and down.
“It is. But there will be plenty of time for fucking. Right now, what you’re doing with your hands is going to get you covered with some hot cum.”
She hums, lifting her top leg and brushing the swollen tip of my cock against her clit. “I want to feel it.”
“Oh, you’re going to feel it alright. I’ll fuck you boneless soon enough.”
Her hands twist and move the skin on my shaft up and down, popping perfectly over the swollen ridge of the head then back down, the sensation of her soft hands against that silken hardness more than I can take.
“Get ready.”
“Oh, God, I can feel it…” Her wide eyes and smile fill me with something I didn’t think I’d ever find. Something sexy and sweet and comforting, and I can’t believe I’ve lived without her this long.
I cream all over her hands, but it does nothing to quell my hunger for what I want next.
The base of my dick is still jerking as I throw her back on the pillows, putting her flat on her back.
I knock her legs apart with my shoulders, getting into position and taking her cunt in my mouth in one giant bite. I pull her bare lips apart with my fingers, wanting to taste all of her.
Breathing deep, I take in the sweet nectar with my mouth while my nose has its own joyous celebration. She’s like that first hint of spring on the air when everything feels possible again. Fresh and sweet and warm, and suddenly the questions of the universe are answered.
All is right with the world.
I lick each delicate fold, listening to her rasp and moan, then delve the tip of my tongue into her opening, feeling the tightness as my fingers hold her wide open for me.
As I eat my fill, I look up to see her watching me, the bare minimum of light casting a silver glow over her face as I suck her clit into my mouth, watching her dark, trusting eyes flutter back into her head as her plump lips fall open and she draws a sharp breath.
I’ve had the pleasure of eating at the finest restaurants in the world. But, nothing, nothing, compares to the buffet spread in front of me right now.
I nip at her slick folds, listening to her hiss as her hips rise and fall with my movements. She’s close, her body tense as I release her slick lips from my fingers, one hand pressing on her inner thigh, making sure she stays wide open while the other finds her tight little hole and slithers inside, curling until I find the rough little pad of flesh and start to rub.
“What the—”
Her cries of helplessness make me grin as she goes off right there, her scent filling my nostrils. I press harder, lick faster, as her pussy grinds on my face and drenches me with the sweetest warmth. Now I’m the one in a dream. This is too good to be real. I clench my teeth, pressing my forehead to her slick open pussy, wanting her honey all over my face. I take a moment, breathing, memorizing, knowing I’ll never be the same.
But I’m not done.
I slurp and lick and swallow as she tries to push my head away, but I’m having none of it. I hold her thighs wide, she’s going to have to get used to this position because if I’m not going to be eating her, I’ll be fucking her. I consider it for a fleeting second. She’s primed, soaking, slick and she could take every inch of me right now, but I’m so fucking focused on her orgasms getting myself off is superfluous.
“God, please, I can’t…”
“You can,” I intone into her cunt, thinking of how many orgasms it would take before she passes out.
I want to take from her then give her everything back. Drench her with pleasure and luxuries. Make sure she’s happy and safe and spoiled.
Her warm honey drips down my chin as she gives in to another hip-bucking orgasm. Then another comes along right after and her body goes limp. She’s not moaning or fighting or screaming anymore and I finally relent, listening to her pant as I look up to see her vacant stare, her arms thrown over her head.
“Good girl,” I whisper, kissing her inner thigh, then up her soft belly, each nipple getting a lick before I cover us with the heavy comforter. “Sweet dreams.”