“Wow. I mean, here I thought you just wanted to get my clothes off. You don’t have to keep working so hard.”
My joke falls short as his lips crash into mine, those large warm hands cupping my face in a tender embrace, the opposite of his mouth. It devours me. His greedy tongue fights me for control as he backs me up against the wall.
“I couldn’t wait,” he replies, his wicked mouth trailing my chin, my neck. Then, his tongue licks across my collarbone with a hum. “My wife looked too good not to eat.”
I let out a breathy incoherent sound of pleasure as he dips into the curve of my cleavage, pushing down the front and exposing me to the cool breeze.
It fills me with excitement. We’ve fallen into such an easy routine together that most of the time, we make love in our bed in the comfort of our home, where no one can see us. I miss this feeling. That thrill of when he takes me places, whispering his adoration of my body, the growl of his possessive tone at the thought of anyone seeing me. Although we push our luck often, doing dirty things just out of sight in the shadows, we’ve gone back to the book bar several times throughout the years.
Now on a rooftop of a random bar in downtown Bourbon, I’m vibrating from the inside out. With want…no, need…and hunger possessing me. I rake my long black nails through his soft brown hair. Now, I’m a beautiful size ten, and although my burly husband can pick me up, we do not attempt wall sex.
“What are your plans for me?” I ask, curious. Plus, I love when he dirty talks to me.
“I’m going to please you, my love. Taste these large breasts I love so much.”
His mouth does just that, sending my head falling back against the brick building. That hot tongue wets my nipple as he plays me like a string, rubbing across my nub at a fast, teasing pace that sends moisture to my center and heats my skin. The outside temperature long forgotten as he licks and nips my skin, biting gentling at the newly hard peaks until he moves lower. Leaving the bodice of my dress pulled down just in front, he kneels to pull up my skirt and runs his nose along my seam, making my legs shake.
Mmm, he hums, and his sharp teeth run over my skin, pulling my thong. The sight of him between my legs makes me moan as he drags his teeth down my legs.
His warm grip on my calf squeezes when someone kicks open the rooftop door.
We pause in the shadows, his body coming over me protectively as another couple comes out to look at the lights below. Their words are whispered to where I can’t make out what they’re talking about, but it’s clear they don’t see us.
They have no idea I was about to have my husband’s mouth on my pussy, out in the open. I pull up my top, but when I move to adjust my skirt, Leo’s hand catches my wrist.
I look at him questioningly. In the shadows, I barely make out the whites of his teeth as he grins at me, sinking back to his knees. My shock quickly turns to molten heat as his tongue runs between my folds. I gasp and slap a hand over my mouth.
The couple is quiet, but they’re still facing the city. At any moment, if they wanted to walk over here, they would see Leo going to town, eating me out like a starved man.
My nerve-endings spark to life. Pure pleasure floods me, and my hips lose control. I grind against his soft beard, the one that’s peppered in gray, and hold onto his wide shoulders. Too soon, I’m there, and it’s so good I want to scream. But instead, I watch where his mouth meets my clit, and when he growls, it sets me off. I shake above him silently, loving my husband more every day and counting my lucky stars his favorite thing to do is eat me.
The End