Page 118 of Love Me

“Yes, baby, you can kiss it better.”

I slap him playfully on the chest, but that’s too good an opportunity to let it go to waste. Straddling him, I kiss down his toned chest. I take my time peppering each letter with kisses when I see my name.

“You hurt yourself by doing this, but I love that you wear my name on you.”

“Celine, baby, I am mad about you. It’s a badge of honor for me. You’re my wife, and I already wear you on the inside. Why not also on the outside so everyone knows who my heart belongs to?”

“You’re so getting laid.”

He chuckles and I continue my exploration of my husband’s ripped body. A throaty groan escapes his mouth when I bite his nipple, and his dick pokes at my ass.

His eyes are glazed over in pleasure, and I wiggle down, playing with his happy trail, his heady scent, my favorite fragrance.

Hooking my thumbs at the waistband, I peel his sweatpants off. Even his cock is beautiful: satin soft yet steel hard. Thinking about how good it feels inside of me, stretching me to the point that I gasp for air, I get wet.

I lap at his crown, poking my tongue into his small slit. A spasm rolls over him, emboldening me. I lick him from top to bottom and back before I take more of him in my mouth, teasing him. I love to drive him mad.

He wraps his hand in a fist around my hair, losing control from all the pleasure I bring him.

“Be a good girl and deliver. Suck me, or I am going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours until I fill it with my cum.”

Challenge accepted. I peer up at him from between his strong thighs while I suck on the head, licking the bead of pre-cum and that prominent vein traveling up his length.

I inhale deeply and open my mouth wider, taking him down my throat. My eyes water at the stretch, but I guess he enjoys the view and the sensation because he bucks up.

“Fuuuck.”

I smile with a mouth full of cock, breathing through my nose.

“You don’t play fair.”

I release him slowly, and he throws his head back, fisting his hands at his sides. What an incredible experience to see him come undone.

I alternate between bobbing my head up and down, but I want to feel that burn again that reminds me I have him inside of me.

“Do you have any idea how you look right now?”

I slip his cock out, take a breath, and shake my head.

“Like a fucking dream. Lips swollen, puffy cheeks, eyes glistening.”

He grabs me by the back of my neck and pushes me back onto his cock.

“Did I say you could stop?” His eyes burn, the flecks of gray almost liquefying.

Oh my god. That deep, raspy voice has a direct link to my pussy. My thighs are soaked, and I grind on his leg to relieve a bit of my need.

The moment I open my mouth, he takes the control from me, shoving his cock to the back of my throat, taking his pleasure from my mouth.

I don’t mind. I love him like that.

His groans turn louder as he seeks his release.

In one move, he pulls out, pushes me back, and straddles my face.

After a few more thrusts, he takes himself out of my mouth.

“Pull your knees up and spread them.”

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