I push up onto my elbows as she begins to move towards me. “Stay there … don’t move,” she instructs.
I arch an eyebrow but do as she asks.
When she reaches the end of the bed, I part my legs and smile so she can crawl between them.
This woman does it for me in so many ways.
She has shifted my world in ways I never thought possible. I’ve never been in love before, but I’m wondering if these mixed emotions I get whenever I look at her might be something more than just a physical attraction.
There’s a pull I can’t quite explain, a kind of warmth that fills me whenever she’s near, which is coupled with a deep sense of longing when she’s not. Every day, Arabella is unlocking parts of me I didn’t even know existed. There’s something oddly terrifying about feeling this vulnerable. What if she doesn’t feel the same way?
Her dainty fingers reach for the waistband of my boxers, dragging them down. I lift my hips slightly so she can get them over my arse.
My heavy, erect cock springs free, and her exquisite emerald eyes move from my face down to my dick. A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth when she runs her tongue along her bottom lip.
If I’m being honest, I’m not anticipating anything profound from this. How much could she learn from a few pages of a book? The last time she tried to suck me off, she almost impaled her tonsils with my cock. But she’s putting on a good show, so I’ll give her ten points for that.
She lowers her face, placing her flattened tongue at the base and licking a line right up to the crown, swirling it around the head before drawing back. She blows hot air along the path her tongue just took before repeating the same motion.
It feels good, but I hope she remembers what I told her last time: licking alone will not get me where I need to go.
Her face dips a little lower, and her fingers wrap around the base of my shaft, and when she unexpectedly sucks one of my balls into her mouth, gently massaging it between her lips, I push my head into the pillow and groan.
She moves back up to my cock, this time sliding it between her lips, taking in as much as she can. Drawing back, she expertly grinds her teeth along the length of my shaft as she retreats.
“Fuck, Arabella,” I growl, burying my hands in her hair, tugging slightly on the long strands. “Yes! Just like that.”
Jesus, fuck, her mouth.
This is a stark contrast to her last attempt. Maybe I was wrong about these books Lucia has been reading. If I’m going to get this in return, I might need to invest in an entire damn library of smutty literature for my wife.
She switches it up between licking and sucking as her hand frantically pumps the base. Her movements are clunky and uncoordinated, but that does nothing to diminish how it feels to have her mouth on me.
What matters is it’s her, and she specifically read up on this in order to please me.
When I feel my balls draw up and a tingle run down my spine, I slide my hands under her arms, I’d love to blow myload down her throat, but I’ll save that for another time. “Come here,” I breathe.
She withdraws my cock from her mouth with an audible pop and frowns. “I wasn’t finished … did I do something wrong?”
“You were perfect.”
“Then why did you stop me?” she asks, pursing her lips.
“Because if I’m going to knock you up, I’m going to need to be inside you.”
Her pretty eyes widen. “You’re trying to get me pregnant?”
“You don’t want that?”
“Yes … I’ve always seen children in my future, but are you doing this because you want to start a family with me, or are you just trying to give my father the male heir he wants?”
“Arabella,” I say, trying my best to keep my voice even. “This has nothing to do with your father. That man will never get his filthy hands on our children. Not after the way he’s treated you and your sister.I want this with you.I want all of it,Bellezza. I want the kind of family mine once was … before my mother passed.”
“Did your father love your mother?”
“Yes … very much. He worshipped the ground she walked on. She was his queen.”
“What happened to her?”