Page 26 of Hitched to my Boss

She’s gasping my name, her hips moving against me, and I don’t think I can last if she keeps doing that. I cup her breast, wild and reckless, and she arches into my touch, her nails digging into my shoulders.

“Jason,” she breathes, her voice full of everything I’ve been trying not to admit I want.

I carry her to the couch, not willing to go a second without her in my arms. We tumble onto the cushions, a tangle of limbs and desperate kisses, and I think that this, right here, might be the best decision I’ve ever made.

She pushes me onto my back, straddling me with confidence that leaves me dizzy, and I know I’m lost. Lost in her, in us, in a future I never let myself hope for.

I pull her down to me, capturing her mouth again, and she’s everywhere, my world narrowed to the feel of her hands and the taste of her lips and the soft sounds she makes when I touch her just right.

“We’re really doing this,” I say, just to hear it, just to make sure it’s real.

“We really are.” She pulls back slightly, her eyes dark and full of promise. “All in, remember?”

“All in,” I agree, and I kiss her again, pouring everything I have into it, everything I am.

I push her sweater over her head, my mouth moving to her breasts, feasting on the taste of her skin. I suck and lick her nipples until she whimpers, her hands in my hair, her body arching into my mouth. I stand, my pulse quickening, and grab a cube of ice from the kitchen. She watches me, breathless, as I return with it in my mouth, kissing my way back down her body.

When the ice hits her nipple, she jumps, then moans, her fingers clutching my shoulders. I trail the ice down her stomach, watching the water bead on her skin. When I reach the waistband of her pants, I yank them off, leaving her in nothing but panties and my ring. I drag the ice along her inner thigh, savoring the way her breath hitches, the way her legs part for me.

Then I move the ice back up, over her panties, and leave it there, soaking her clit and pussy with ice-cold water. She gasps,a wild sound that makes me want her even more. I slide her panties off, and the cube falls between her legs, melting against her heat. The sight of it undoes me, and when I press my mouth to her, she's already shuddering beneath my tongue.

My tongue swirls over her clit, slow and teasing, savoring every sweet shiver of her body. She tastes incredible, like something I’ve been craving my entire life. I suck her clit hard, feeling it pulse against my lips, and she bucks underneath me, her fingers twisting in my hair as she moans my name.

I move lower, plunging my tongue deep into her pussy, fucking her with it until she’s panting and writhing. I can feel her getting closer, her muscles tightening, her breath coming faster. I flick her clit again, sucking it into my mouth, and she gasps, arching off the couch with a cry that drives me insane.

“Jason,” she breathes, her voice high and trembling. “Wait.”

I pull back, my lips wet and greedy. “What is it?”

“If you’re going to feast on me like that, you need to strip so I can have your cock in my mouth,” she says, her eyes dark with need. “I believe in a fully equal marriage.”

I stand immediately and yank off my clothes, my dick hard and aching for her. The look she gives me is pure hunger, and I know I’m going to lose my mind when she touches me.

She rises, taking my hand, and leads me into the bedroom. I'm still dizzy from the feeling of her under my mouth, the taste of her on my tongue. I can't believe she wants this, wants me, and I can't believe how desperately I want her.

“Lie down,” she instructs, her voice filled with urgency. “I want to taste you.”

I do as she says, stretching out on the bed, my pulse thundering. She climbs on top of me in the opposite direction, her pussy right above my face, and I groan at the sight of her.

Then she lowers her mouth to my dick, and I can’t fucking breathe.

“Jesus Christ, Natalia,” I manage, my hips bucking into her mouth. “That feels…”

She hums around my shaft, and the vibration makes me curse, makes me want to come right then and there. I grip her hips and pull her down, needing to taste her again, needing to feel her quiver as I suck her clit.

She takes me deeper, working my cock with her mouth and fingers while I tongue her pussy, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. We’re moving together, fucking each other’s mouths, both of us lost in the frenzy of it.

“Jason,” she cries, and I can feel her getting close, can feel her body tensing above me. I suck her clit harder, desperate to feel her explode.

She does, screaming my name, her body shuddering with pleasure, and I’m right there with her, right on the edge, the taste of her release pushing me to my breaking point.

I lift her off me, needing her to stop before I lose it completely, and she collapses next to me, breathless and beautiful.

“Condom,” I manage, staggering off the bed to find my pants.

“Jason,” she calls, her voice still breathless. “Hurry.”

I tear open the package and slide the condom over my pulsing cock. “What’s your favorite position?”

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