Page 48 of While You're There
“I can’t believe I really get to keep you,” he whispered into her hair.
“Forever, Ev. Now and forever.”
Her words wrapped him in a different kind of embrace: the confidence in her promise and the strength of her love serving as its own form of sustenance. Her love was all he needed, now and forever.
He didn’t remember falling asleep, and he had no idea what time it was when he opened his eyes. He had been dreaming, which in and of itself was amazing. He couldn’t remember the last time he had slept long enough or deeply enough to remember a dream.
He slowly came to, letting his body ease into awareness as he realized Tori was no longer in his arms. He ran a hand lazily down his face, the sensations from his dream still lingering.
It took a few more moments for him to realize that he wasn’t just waking up from a hot dream: He was consciously living it. Tori wasn’t in his arms anymore because she had retreated under the covers. Her entire body was resting between his legs, his rock-hard erection hovering just an inch away from her mouth.
He chuckled hoarsely, reaching down to pet her hair. “I legitimately thought I was dreaming. What time is it?”
“Shhh,” she insisted. “It’s the middle of the night, but I’m not tired anymore. Pretend you’re still dreaming. Close your eyes and let me take care of you.”
He groaned in response to her invitation, adjusting himself on the pillows and pushing down the duvet so he could watch.
She peered up at him through hooded lids. It was dark in the room—the sun had fully set, meaning they’d been sleeping for hours—but he could still make out her salacious smile, thanks to the ambient light coming in through the balcony windows. He gazed down at her again and realized they were both completely naked. She must have stripped them both before he woke up.
She’s unbelievable.
Tori ran her hands up his inner thighs, letting her fingers linger on the taut muscles above his hips. She lifted her head and traced the same path with her tongue: first on the right hip, then on the left. She was kissing and licking and touching him everywhere but where he wanted to feel her most.
Rhett let out a long breath, willing himself to stay present. To not rush it. To enjoy this moment.
“Crazy to think I’ve never given my husband a blow job before,” Tori murmured as she continued to kiss up and down his inner thigh. He felt her slide her hand up the opposite leg and wrap it around his balls. He couldn’t help but let out a satisfied grunt.
He reached down and gently took hold of her chin. “No more teasing, wife. I want your mouth on me.”
She moved her hand from his balls to his dick, circling his length with her fingers as she began to stroke him up and down. The motion was slow and drawn out, intimate and languid. She rested her cheek against the top of his thigh as she continued to jack him off. She gave no indication she was actually going to put him in her mouth like he requested.
“V…” It was a command as much as it was a plea.
He felt her shift again. She was still lying down between his legs, her head propped up just enough to be able to take him. He tensed as the tip of her tongue ran along the slit of his cock. She hummed appreciatively when the first drop of precum touched her lips. She ran her tongue back and forth along the underside of the crown of his penis. Every motion was drawn out as if she was savoring the most delicious meal.
“Tori,” he hissed, his resolve to stay still and let her have her way with him quickly dissipating with each swipe of her tongue.
“I want you to take what you want, Ev.” Her voice was shaky with need. Her desire to please him made him even harder. He wanted to fill her. He wanted to claim her, everywhere. He wanted to use his body to solidify every vow they had promised each other.
He growled in anticipation when she crawled off his lap and shifted onto her side. He rolled over to match her position, his erection perfectly aligned with her mouth. He moaned louder when she finally wrapped her lips around his cock, the wet heat sending shockwaves up his spine. She bobbed up and down his shaft, using one hand to keep his dick firmly held into her mouth while the other pulled on and massaged his balls.
Every lick, every suck, every bit of pressure had him buzzing. He loved everything about this woman: how she worked him up and worked him over. How she knew just what to do to make his abs clench in anticipation.
“Hey, Ev?” Her sticky-sweet tone pulled him out of his own thoughts. “You know getting you off gets me hot. I told you to take what you want. What I should have said was, will you please fuck my mouth?”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He would do anything she wanted him to do, and she damn well knew it. If she wanted him to take his pleasure, he would take it.
He worked a hand into her hair, not forcing her head, but stabilizing her in place before he really let go. Tori whimpered around his dick in approval, granting him the permission he craved to abandon his restraint. He started slow, thrusting his hips forward as he fed her as much of his cock as she could handle. After a few more thrusts, she had taken him by the balls, literally, and was pulling him closer to urge him on. He picked up the pace and deepened the angle. This position allowed him to push all the way in and reach the back of her throat, eliciting a moan from both of them with every hit.
His legs began to shake when she loosened her hold on his sack and pressed up with one knuckle behind his balls. He lost the rhythm then, but she didn’t let him falter. She used her free hand to rock his hips back and forth, relentless in the pursuit of his release.
He felt the first pull in his core as the tingling sensation danced along his spine. He muttered her name in warning, but knowing he was right there only seemed to spur her on. All he could see was the shadow of her head bobbing up and down. All he could hear was his wet cock slapping in and out of her mouth as he filled her. She continued to meet him thrust for thrust, moan for moan, driving him wild and sucking him hard until he shot into her mouth.
She didn’t pull away, instead swallowing him down and continuing to lick and savor his dick through every tremor of pleasure. She gave his balls one last gentle tug before shimmying up the bed. Even through the darkness, he could see the satisfied smile gracing her swollen lips.
“You’re incredible,” he praised, peppering her with kisses as she caught her breath. She molded her naked body around his as he deepened the kiss. Their lips locked. Their limbs tangled. Rhett growled into her mouth when he tasted his own release lingering on her tongue.
“Your turn,” he declared, pulling away from her mouth. He was already hard again. He was determined to be inside his wife as soon as possible. “Buckle up, beautiful. You had your fun. Now I want to show you how good I’m going to love you for the rest of forever.”
