Page 54 of Keeping You

She goes onto her tip toes and whispers in my ear, “I think I owe you a few orgasms.”

I grip her wrist, stopping her movements, and she gives me a confused look.

“Spitfire, this is not tit for tat. If this is something you want to do, then that’s fine. Amazing, really, but don’t do anything because you feel like you owe it to me or you have to. Every orgasm I’ve given you and will give you is because it’s something I want to do. I want to watch you come undone for me. I want you to feel good.”

Her gaze softens before it turns to molten heat. “I want to watch you come for me, Grayson. I want to be the reason you lose control.”

She drops to her knees in front of me, and my mouth goes dry. She licks her lips before she leans forward and licks my cock slowly, base to tip, her tongue flicking over the sensitive crown. This time, I can’t hold back the groan, and her responding grin is wicked. She leans forward and wraps her lips around me, and it’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven. The feeling of her hot mouth around me is like heaven and sin all wrapped in one. She slowly takes every inch I have to offer until I’m hitting the back of her throat.

Holy shit, she has no gag reflex.

She swallows around me, and my hand slams against the shower wall to hold me up. She’s relentless as she works her mouth up and down my length. Tears begin gathering at the corner of her eyes, and I wipe them and try and pull away, butshe takes my hand and places it on the back of her head as she nods.

Holy. Fucking. Hell.

She wants me to fuck her mouth. She looks at me with pleading eyes, like she wants me to use her for my pleasure, and if that isn’t my deepest desires come to life, I don’t know what is. I grip her hair as my hips thrust forward, and she moans. The vibrations travel up my spine and have me on the edge already. I’m not going to last long. A few more thrusts and her moaning have me falling over the edge, spilling down her throat. I watch as she swallows every fucking drop of cum.

She releases me and runs her thumb over her bottom lip, picking up a stray drop of cum before licking it off. I lean over, gripping her chin tightly. Her eyes widen, filled with arousal.

“You’re a needy girl, aren’t you?”

She nods.

“You a needy little whore for your husband’s cock?”

She nods again.

“Use your words,” I demand.

She swallows so forcefully I see the movement of her throat.

“I’m a needy little whore for your cock, Grayson,” she practically pants.

“Good girl.”

She melts into my hold at the words. She likes the praise and degradation.

I need to fuck my wife, but I’m not having our first time be in this tiny shower. Reaching behind me, I turn off the water and forcefully pull open the shower curtain. I quickly wrap her in a towel before doing the same to myself and pop my head out of the bathroom door and check the hallway. Seeing it’s all clear, I usher her into our room, and the second the door is closed, I pull both our towels off and toss them to the floor.

“Get on the bed.” My voice comes out low and commanding, and she immediately follows directions. I grin at how quickly she moves. When she’s lying flat on her back, I run a finger slowly up the inside of her right leg before switching to her left and repeating the motion.

“What do you want?” I ask.

“To come,” she pants as she squirms under my touch.

“How do you want to come?”

My finger moves up her stomach to her breasts, and I circle a nipple. I watch it harden without even being touched. Her back arches, and she bites her hand as she releases a low moan. She doesn’t respond to my question. I pinch her nipple, and she mewls.

“How do you want to come?” I ask again.

“Your tongue. I want to come on your tongue,” she rushes out.

That I can do. I position myself on the bed and kiss my way up her right leg painstakingly slow. When I reach the one place she’s aching to be touched, I let out a warm breath and watch her squirm even more before moving to her left leg and repeating the process. When I get to the apex of her thighs again, she’s glistening. She’s so fucking wet and ready for me. I take my first taste of the night, and it makes me ravenous. I devour her, not leaving a single inch of her untasted. As my lips wrap around her clit, her hand finds my hair, and she holds on tightly. I bring my finger to her entrance and tease her. The growl she releases has me chuckling, and her grip on my hair tightens.

“I said I wanted to come on your tongue, not be fucking teased,” she says.

My little Spitfire is out to play. I oblige her this time, because I want to see her come undone. I want to watch her writhe as she calls my name. I slowly push my finger inside and find that spot that sends her back off the bed. Adding another finger, I massagethe same spot as she tightens around my fingers. She’s right on the edge. She’s just about to fall off the cliff when I stop. Her eyes fly open, and she glares at me.

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