Page 65 of Start With A Slap

Her words turned to noises, first high-pitched and plaintive, then increasingly guttural and feral, until finally, she let out a long, unrestrained wild-child scream of pure satisfaction.

Holding her tight to his face, he hungrily drank his tangy-sweet reward.

“Oh no,” she said when she finally came down. “Now I gotta take another shower.”

“Nonsense,” he said, took a glass of ice water from the spread, and poured a stream between her legs.

Ivy hissed as it trickled down her slit and onto the throw pillow. “Cold!”

“Too cold?” He pressed the sweating glass to her sticky, condiment-coated pussy and rolled it back and forth. “Gotta clean you off, petal.”

She ran a hand up her torso and arched her back. “Mmmmnice.”

“Like that, baby?”

He saw her nod yes. “Soothing.”

That’s right, she was still raw. Needed to be soothed. Sever took a sip from the glass and kept an ice cube in his mouth. With his tongue, he pushed it deep inside of her.

Her squealing was even cuter in that scratchy voice. And even louder when he shoved the next cube into her asshole.

“Ahhhhh! Sever!”

“Mmm?”

As the ice melted, so did she. She put her feet on his shoulders, touched his mussed hair, and began to ride his tongue. “Mmm...”

“Mmm,” he agreed as her anal muscles pulsed around his tongue, and the thought of feeling that constriction on his cock became imperative.

He disengaged t0 scan the breakfast spread and scoop up a handful of whipped butter.

“Whoa!” She’d happened to notice him buttering her asshole. “What are you doing?”

“You’re sore. I’m fucking you elsewhere.”

“Wait, no— Let me... with my mouth?—”

“No,” he said a little too harshly, and softened. Absolutely fucking not. “I told you. I don’t think of you that way.”

She blinked. “But— I’m... that’s not—you can’t. Not there.”

He squinted at her. “Have you never done this before?”

“I have, just not with?—”

She didn’t want to say his name—didn’t have to. But of all the things she’d let him to do her, this is what felt most like betrayal? Letting him have something she hadn’t given her husband yet? And why hadn’t she? “D’you not enjoy it, then?”

“I don’t know. Not especially...”

His balls tightened at the prospect. “Let me show you how to love it. I swear to you I can.”

“Sever, no, it’s the one thing?—”

He entreated her with his eyes. “Let me try.S’il te plaît.”

Visibly swooning at his French, she took a moment to come to her senses, then ultimately decide, “Okay.”

Carefully, Sever eased her knees to her chest, and took in the delectable sight before him. Here she was, exposing herself fully to him, all pink and sticky with strawberry jam, looking somehow both chaste and fuckingfilthy, giving him full and unfettered access to the one magical place her husband hadn’t explored.

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