Page 106 of Stolen Vows

He pushes my camisole up, exposing my breasts to the cool air. I shiver, lust flushing my cheeks. His gaze rakes over me, molten and hungry, like he wants to devour me whole.

“So fucking perfect,” he growls, before dipping his head and capturing one aching nipple between his lips.

“Oh.” I gasp, my back arching off the chaise. He swirls his tongue around the tight peak, lashing and flicking, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. I tangle my fingers in his hair, holding him against me as he suckles and nips, worshipping my breasts with single-minded focus.

“Graham,” I moan, my hips writhing restlessly beneath him, seeking friction, pressure, anything to relieve the ache building between my thighs.

He releases my nipple with a wet pop, his breath fanning across my damp skin as he lifts his head. “Yes, wife?” His voice is sin incarnate, low and gravelly with desire.

I lick my lips, my mouth suddenly dry. “Lower.”

A slow, feral smile spreads across his face, his eyes glinting with dark promise. “As you wish.”

He kisses a searing path down my stomach, his beard rasping deliciously against my sensitive skin. I shiver, goosebumps erupting in his wake. When he reaches the waistband of my sleep shorts, he pauses, glancing up at me through his lashes.

“Is this what you want, Francesca? You want my mouth on you?”

I nod frantically, words escaping me. I’ve never wanted anything more.

A wicked grin curves his lips as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my sleep shorts and eases them down my legs, his knuckles grazing my skin and leaving trails of fire in their wake. He tosses them aside carelessly, his gaze roaming hungrily over my exposed flesh.

I’m bare beneath, the cool air kissing my heated core. I fight the urge to squeeze my thighs together, to hide from the intensity of his stare. But the way he’s looking at me, like I’m a feast laid out just for him, it emboldens me. Makes me want to be seen.

His hands slide up my inner thighs, spreading me open for his hungry gaze. He settles between my legs, his breath fanning across my aching flesh. I’m already so wet, my arousal glistening on my folds.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice a low rasp that makes me shiver. “So fucking wet for me already. Is this all for me, wife?”

I moan softly and nod, my hips lifting in silent invitation. “Yes. All for you, Graham.Please.”

He growls as he reaches down and palms his dick, his gaze never leaving my pussy. “Good, because I’m fucking starving.”

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FRANCESCA

Without warning,my husband leans in and licks a broad stripe up my slit, from entrance to clit. I cry out, my hips bucking off the cushions at the first electric touch of his tongue.

He groans against my flesh, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure racing through me. “Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined.” His voice is muffled, his words hummed against my sensitive skin.

I whimper, my fingers threading through his hair, tugging him closer. He takes the hint, sealing his mouth over my aching clit and suckling firmly. His tongue swirls and flicks, lashing the sensitive bundle of nerves without mercy.

“Oh god,” I gasp, my head falling back against the cushions as I lose myself to the sensation. His mouth is pure sin, his tongue wicked and relentless as he works me higher, stoking the flames licking through my veins.

He releases my clit, dragging his tongue lower to circle my entrance. I’m so wet, so ready for him. Desperate for more.

“Please,” I pant, my thighs trembling, my hips rolling in search of more.

He hums against me, the vibration making me see stars. Then without warning, he thrusts his tongue inside me.

I cry out, my back arching off the chaise as he fucks me with his tongue. He licks into me deeply, swirling and thrusting, his nose nudging my clit with every stroke. The scrape of his beard against my sensitive skin only heightens the intensity, adding a delicious edge of pain to the pleasure consuming me.

“Graham, oh god, yes,” I moan brokenly, my nails digging into his scalp as I grind against his face shamelessly. I’m so close already, my body wound tight and trembling on the precipice.

He swirls his tongue around my clit and slides two fingers inside of me. I gasp as his fingers stretch me in the most delicious way. He pumps them slowly, curling them to brush against that spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. He presses it once, twice, three times.

And that’s all it takes. I’m free-falling into oblivion. I cry out, my legs instinctively clamping around him as white-hot pleasure curls my toes.

“That’s it, baby,” he rasps against my clit. “Give it to me.”

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