Page 29 of Merrily Yours
That earns her another slap to her ass. I push my fingers into her and then pull her up onto my lap so she can feel exactly howsoftI am. “Soft, huh? How soft is my cock? I know you can feel exactly how ‘soft’ you make me,” I mock.
I can’t spank her again, so instead I reach down and pull the bow at the top of her ass, releasing swiftly, allowing it to snap back. I instantly feel her tighten around my fingers. “Fuck, you love that, don’t you? That bratty mouth loves when I punish it.” I think for half a second, making up my mind quickly. “On your knees. The floor this time.”
Bex moves quickly to the edge of the bed, getting down on her knees. Her curly hair halos around her head making her look like some sort of Christmas goddess. It sounds ridiculous but the red silk bow across her tits is begging for me to yank the fabric, unwrapping the ultimate gift.
My finger runs along the edge of her jaw and tips her chin up to me. Her soft lips part, releasing a quiet pant. “Ready to put that bratty mouth to good use?” I ask.
Her eyes darken, meeting mine as she nods enthusiastically.
“Good girl.” I unbutton my pants, standing. Her hands automatically come up to my waistband and she pulls down.
“You never wear any fucking underwear,” she laughs, abruptly stopping when my cock springs free.
“If that was truly an issue for you, I’d start wearing underwear.” She wraps her hand around my shaft and strokes until she gets to the bead of pre-cum at the tip. My next words are strained. “My guess, though, is that your perfect cunt is dripping from the sight of my cock in your hand. So I think…”I pretend to weigh my decision, and Bex responds by sticking her tongue out and licking my tip. “Fuck. Yeah, I think I’ll keep making things easy for you to access.”
She grins wickedly up at me, pulling my pants the rest of the way off, and then gets to work. Bex used to be unsure in her movements when sucking me off, but she’s confident now. She wraps those plump lips around me, taking me deep into her mouth. Her hand wraps around the base, covering what her mouth can’t quite reach. She pumps up and down, her tongue pressing up against the underside as she sucks.
We both release a loud moan, and then our eyes instantly widen in tandem as we remember where we are. Bex doesn’t come off me but her eyes do crinkle at the corners in mirth.
“Something funny?” I grit out.
She does pop off then, a string of spit still connecting us together. She wipes her mouth and then says, “Did I ever tell you about the time Mom asked me if I knew how to pleasure you properly?”
“Fucking hell, Baby Bardot.”
She laughs again and then her smile turns coy. “Well… do I?” she asks, looking up at me with swollen lips and watery eyes.
“Nothing,” I start, cupping her cheek in my hand. “Nothing could ever bring me more pleasure than you do, Rebecca. You are the other half of my soul. My heart outside of my body. You, and you alone, bring me more pleasure than I have ever deserved.”
She blinks, registering my words. “Good answer,” she whispers. And suddenly, I don’t want her on her knees anymore.
“Come here, baby. Let me make love to you.” I stand her up, pulling her underwear off before I guide her back onto the bed. Leaning against the headboard, I settle her on my lap, loving the way she slides over my cock with her slick heat.
She reaches down to the hem of my shirt, and I lift my hands so she can remove it. Once I’m totally naked, I reach up and toy with the bow across her chest. “May I?” I ask, tugging lightly.
Bex nods once and I pull down, untying the bow and revealing her perfect breasts. She hisses as I suck one of her nipples into my mouth, my hand coming up to find the other. She reaches down between us and positions the head of my cock at her entrance. I let her slowly slide down, restraining myself even though I desperately want to piston up into her.
Once she’s slid down to the hilt, she leans down so her forehead touches mine. Her eyes are screwed shut and she whispers, “Feels so good. So full.”
“Take your time,” I whisper, leaning in even more to take her lips with mine. We kiss lazily as she gets comfortable. She slowly starts to move up and down, her tongue getting more desperate and possessive against mine as she goes.
Eventually, she moves faster, her tits bouncing beautifully for me. I tweak her nipple and move my other hand between her legs to circle her clit. That sends her head falling back in pleasure, exposing the column of her throat to me.
Keeping both my hands where they are, I also lean in and suckhardwhere her shoulder and neck meet. That causes Bex’s jaw to drop open, a whine slipping out. “I’m so close,” she whispers. “So,soclose.”
I bite down and she explodes, waves of her orgasm crashing over her. “Look at me,” I command, and her eyes pop open. Her mouth is still wide in pleasure, and the fucking picture she paints sends me over the edge too. My thrusts become erratic, but I try to keep my thumb on her clit as her thighs vice grip around mine.
We continue moving through the aftershocks until neither of us can take it anymore, and Bex collapses against me, my dick growing softer inside of her.
I rub slow circles up and down her back, massaging the knots that have formed in her shoulders. She groans, kissing my neck, and I shudder. We sit there like that, soaking each other in until she gathers enough strength to waddle to the bathroom.
“Your cum is dripping down my leg, killer.”
I follow her into the bathroom, turning the shower on. “Sounds like we need to clean up,” I say.
She yawns but nods, stripping her bra off. I come up behind her, kissing across her shoulder and rubbing her belly. “My wife,” I murmur between kisses. “My baby.” I circle her stomach again.
“I love you,” she sighs, relaxing into me, a smile playing at the corners of her lips.
