Page 30 of Merlot Marriage

“Do what you did before.” I arch up, pressing my breasts toward his face. “It felt so good.”

His lips hover close enough that his breath tickles the tight buds screaming for him. “Like this?”

“With your tongue. Like you did before.” I pull his thumb back into my mouth and suck hard, circling the tip with my tongue as if I was sucking his cock. I release it with apopwhen Philip groans. “Like that.”

“Okay, new rule. No more teasing.” Philip accentuates his words by finally taking my breast in his mouth, his tongue circling and flicking at the tip.

I can’t help the noise I make as relief floods through me. Our bodies start moving in rhythm again while he gives my tits the attention they need.

When he releases my breasts from his mouth and starts kissing his way down my body, I catch my breath enough to verbally spar again. “You started it.”

“Did not.”

“Did too.”

“Nope. That was all you, wife.”

“Was n—”

Philip cuts me off by sliding his tongue long and slow through my core.

“You win,” I gasp out as he licks and sucks, his tongue circling my clit.

“I know.” He hums against me. “You taste divine.”

Closing my eyes once more, I lose myself to the sensations he heaps on me. His shoulders pressing against the backs of my legs, the tickle of his hair against my inner thighs. One of his strong hands gripping my hip and pulling me closer to his eager mouth. The alternating rough and soft of his scruff and lips on my sensitive skin. All of this would be enough to ground me in the moment, but coloring it all is the thought that this feels so fucking right.

Like this is how it should have been all along.

I push all that aside and focus on the tension building in my spine. Philip keeps going, his tongue spearing into me as his thumb presses against my clit. I’m so close I could scream, but it comes out more like a grunting beg. “More, oh god, I’m so close.”

His thumb is replaced by his lips and he sucks my clit between his teeth, while at the same time, his other hand reaches up to pinch my nipple, hard. The surprise knocks me over the edge, and I orgasm again with a guttural cry.

The bed dips as he crawls up beside me, his warm breath tracing a path up my belly, but my eyes are too unfocused to see. Reaching out, I pull him close, my hands roaming over his torso while I catch my breath. I run my nails lightly down his side, giving in to my need to touch him. Goose bumps break out over his skin before I skim over his hip, and I smile, knowing I did that. Hooking my thumb in the waistband of his shorts, I push them down as far as I can.

“Last chance to walk away.” Philip slides off the bed to stand beside it, his eyes locked on mine, hesitating.

“If you ask me if I’m sure one more time, I’m going to get a complex, Philip.” I raise an eyebrow at him. “Strip.”

“I just don’t want you to regret it.”

It’s the same thing he said before, but there’s something different in his tone now. A sincerity that curls uncomfortably in my stomach. I push it away and focus on the ache between my legs.

“I regret a lot of things in life, but I won’t regret this,” I reassure him, scooting forward until my feet land on the floor. I push his unresisting hands away from his shorts and slide them down his legs. His cock is so eager to be free of the fabric, it nearly hits me in the eye as I bend forward to take him in my mouth. We’ve come this far; I might as well be all in.

“Oh god,” Philip moans when I slip to my knees in front of him. His hands rest on top of my head as I take him all the way in, my nose pressing against his belly. “Dit voel so goed.”

I release his cock and pull back. “What?”

“That feels so good.” With a delicate touch, he traces the side of my face. “Your mouth, Ophelia. It’s like heaven.”

That’s all the encouragement I need. It’s my turn to explore his body. I slide my lips and tongue along his shaft. It’s thick, but not too long, and fits perfectly in my mouth. I take him all the wayto the back of my throat, before tightening my lips and pulling back.

I keep it up, my mouth working as Philip’s breath comes shorter and his fingers dig into my hair, encouraging me to move at a certain pace. Groaning my name, he fists my hair and holds me still, then takes a step back. “I won’t get to find out what your pussy feels like if you keep that up.”

Releasing his grip on my hair, he pulls me to my feet, before picking me up and tossing me on the bed. Then he crawls over me until I’m caged in his arms, kissing me long and slow. I hook my leg over his ass, letting his hard length settle deeper between my thighs. The kissing leads us in a rhythm that travels down to our hips. With each thrust, Philip skims nearer and nearer.

“Fuck.” Suddenly, he pulls back, his body freezing. “Ophie, I don’t have a condom.”

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