Charlotte
Perry pulls mein closer, my legs spread wide open, showing him everything I’ve got. I guess I asked for this, lying out naked by the pool. What did I expect?
This, I think to myself as he strokes my hips.Exactly this.
He seems calmer. A little more contained than how he was earlier. When he was ferocious and territorial and ridiculous. I know I shouldn’t think like this, but all that ragey intensity was kind of hot.
“Relax,” he murmurs, his hands stroking downward, along my sides. Up and down.
He keeps gently stroking me and I can feel myself melting into the cushion. The warm breeze wafts over my hot skin, making everything inside of me ache and I lift my arms up, draping my wrists across the top of the lounger.
Keeping his grip on my hips, he leans in and brushes his mouth over my stomach, just above my navel. Everything inside of me clenches up tight at that first touch of his lips on my skin and I wait, all the air stuck in my throat, for him to shift lower.
He doesn’t disappoint.
His mouth drifts down, just above my pussy, kissing and licking and nibbling. I squeal when he bites down hard enough to hurt and he sends me a look, his blue eyes blazing.
I tilt my hips up, giving him better access. The throbbing between my legs is incessant, filling my blood. My head. Until all I can think about is having his mouth on me.
Devouring me.
I don’t know why he’s doing this, but I don’t complain. Maybe he’s trying to apologize to me for being so horrible? Maybe he can’t resist me?
I know it feels as if I can’t resist him.
“Lift up,” he murmurs and I do as he asks without hesitation. He slides his hands beneath my ass, his fingers teasing my crack as he drops a single kiss right on top of my pussy.
Right before he parts me with his fingers and lashes at my clit with his tongue.
I arch into his mouth, wanting to feel it everywhere, gripping the top of the lounger as I watch him search me thoroughly with his very talented tongue. The glasses are still on my face, allowing me to witness what he’s doing to me without him being able to see my eyes and I kind of like it.
Oh God, I also really like what he’s doing to me.
He’s putting his whole face into it. Nuzzling me with his nose. His lips and tongue working me completely over. His big hands kneading my ass, splitting me wide open. I start to move with him, my gaze zeroed in on his tongue circling my clit. Flicking it. He glances up, as if he can feel my gaze on him and he never looks away as he continues to lick me. Putting on my own personal show.
His murmur of approval against my flesh has my skin humming in tandem and without thought I drop my hand on top of his head, keeping him with me. He dips his head, his eyes falling closed as he searches me thoroughly, no part of my pussy untouched by his magical tongue.
He doesn’t let up for long, delicious minutes. His speed languid and slow at first, until he slowly but surely ratchets it up, his tongue working me over. He slips one finger inside my pussy, and then another, pumping them in and out.
I’m slowly but surely losing all control. Whimpering. Tossing my head back and forth. Closing my eyes. Opening them. Staring at the blue sky above, the palm trees gently swaying, the sound of the ocean in the near distance. If I could, I’d stay out here naked with my husband all damn day. As long as he kept doing this to me, I’d never want to put clothes on again.
A moan leaves me when he draws my clit between his lips and sucks. Hard. I’m mashing my pussy against his face, not even caring what I’m doing or how I look and I cry out in frustration when he pulls away from me.
“Flip over,” he demands, the lower half of his face glistening with my juices.
I frown at him, so out of breath I can barely speak. “Wh-what?”
“Roll over.” He grabs my hips and helps me along.
I do as he says, glancing around, unsure of what he’s going to do next. I prop myself on my elbows, yelping when he jerks my legs apart. He rubs my ass cheeks with both hands, his touch rough, his hands slipping forward until they meet.
He spreads my ass cheeks apart and I can feel his gaze on me there. Embarrassment makes my cheeks burn and I glance over my shoulder to watch him bend down and lick my asshole.
“Oh!” The touch shocks. Sends a jolt of electricity straight through my body.
He does it again. Gentler this time. Searching. Exploring every part of me. When he moans against my flesh, I swear I can literally feel myself dripping onto the cushion.
He’s enjoying this. Something that’s so taboo, so filthy.