Her eyes met mine.
“Good girl.”
Smothering her moan with my mouth as she finished gushing down my hand. Easing my pace, before stopping. I leaned my forehead against hers, waiting for her to open her eyes again.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” kissing her cheek softly.
Her small little whimpers as I moved my fingers, still not taking them out. It was selfish, but I wasn’t ready to stop. I wanted to taste her. My dick throbbed at the thought of being between her legs and watching her come apart with my mouth.
Slowly, I pulled my fingers out. Her hand moved to the back of my neck. I loved her lips, this shade of red, slightly swollen. She leaned up, kissing me. Wrapping her arm around my neck, knowing what she wanted, I rolled to my back, letting her on top.
I’d die happy with her like this. Naked and kissing me.
“Careful,” I grabbed her hips, stopping her from rocking.
I had a plan for our first real time together. The claiming had been about making her a Crow. Marking her as mine.
The first time I fuck her. That would be ours.
But tonight was about her, not me. Rubbing herself on my cock. It was her small whimpers that were breaking my willpower.
“That’s not fair,” she pouted.
“Like how it wasn’t fair, watching you enjoy what I couldn’t.” I held her face. If I hadn’t been home, I would have missed it.
“Or maybe I just wanted to see if you’d come and take over.”
My expression dropped. She knew. She knew all this time I was watching her. She had been testing me.
“Fuck, you’re going to wish you didn’t tell me that.” Holding her hips still, I pulled her to my chest. Moving us to the end of the bed.
“Have you been testing me?” Tugging her hair back. “You want to see how frustrated you’ve made me?” Running her hand over my cock. “For months, you’ve taunted me.”
Lifting her off my lap, lowering her to the ground on to her knees.
“If it gets too much, tap my leg and I’ll stop. Understand?”
She nodded.
All this time, she was purposely undressing for me. Stretching every day and night, basically naked, teasing me. Driving me wild. On purpose.
“Do you know how many times I’ve wanked off to you? Watching you.”
Standing up, pushing my boxers down. Immediately, her eyes widened.
“Open,” tilting her head back to the right angle. “You’ll let me use your mouth, won’t you?” the way she nodded made my breathing heavy
Twisting her hair around my hand.
“Relax your throat baby,” fighting back a groan as she takes me deeper, “good girl.” Pausing halfway “You can take my full dick, can’t you?” she started gagging as I went deeper. “So close, a few more inches.” I couldn’t stop the moan as her throat tightened around me. “Fuck,” holding her to the base of my cock. Pulling her back, “You did so good baby,” wiping the tears from her cheek. “You can take me fucking your throat, can’t you?”
She nodded.
“You’re so fucking good for me, aren’t you?” pushing her back, I felt her throat relax. Damn. I shouldn’t feel so proudof her for listening. “Good girl,” going deep again, holding her, “Listen to you gagging on your husband's cock, you’re doing so well.” Fucking her mouth, losing control, groaning, as she relaxed, letting me guide her up and down.
“Fuck, you make me so proud.” Holding her at the base of my cock again.
“I can’t wait to take your pussy just like this,” groaning, dropping my shoulders. “Fill your pretty pussy back up with my cum.”