Page 88 of Sticks and Stones
Sliding down on the couch, he laid flat on his back, and pulled her up to straddle his face. Once there, he found her clit, and showed her exactly how hungry he was.
He craved his wife.
As she was above him, Elizabeth couldn’t fight the need that was whipping at her body. She had goosebumps, and her nipples were still wet from his saliva.
Chris was in control, and he wasn’t giving her any leeway. She was locked to his mouth as he feasted.
His hands were on her bare ass as he kept her trapped above him. The whole time, he stared up her body, and enjoyed her response.
Someone was turned on.
And incredibly wet.
When he nipped her clit, making sure to bite her, it sent her careening over the edge.
It did exactly what he wanted.
She came.
Hard.
Oh, but that was too bad for her. Chris wasn’t even close to being done with her body, and showing her how much he wanted her.
There wouldn’t be enough.
He wanted more.
As she resurfaced from the pleasure, Chris moved, forcing her to her back on their couch. Then, he moved between her legs, and stared down at her.
“God, I can’t wait to fuck you.”
Her moan told him all he needed to know. She wanted that too.
“But first, you’re delicious. I need more.”
Her whole body was alive. She was breathless, and didn’t want him to stop.
“I’m glad you’re not done,” she admitted, running her hands across her body to tease him, and getting his full attention.
He tracked that movement, and the whole time, he was fighting that overwhelming need to bend her over the arm of that couch and fuck her like he wanted.
She was baiting him, and he knew it.
“There will never be enough,” he admitted, holding her legs open.
Then, he admired what was his and only his.
Her.
Body.
“Tell me what you want, Elizabeth,” he ordered, as he tried to gain some control.
She knew exactly what she craved.
“More, Sir,” she purred. “Make me cum again.”
Well, that he could do.
