Page 22 of Etched In Stone
I was desperate to be inside her.
To feel her velvet heat.
Pushing the tray of food to the side, I reached up with both hands and brushed the pads of my thumbs over her nipples. My touch caused them to harden into erect peaks instantly. She sucked in a tiny breath, followed by an exhale of desperation. I pinched, twisting each nipple between my thumbs and forefingers, relishing the weight of her bare breasts in my hands. When she moaned, any willpower I had to put things off any longer was thrown to the wayside.
I lowered my head and took a rigid peak into my mouth. She gasped in pleasure as I sucked and rolled it around my tongue. She tilted her head back, inviting me to take more, and I silently thanked all that was divine for gifting me this woman.
Moving up to claim her mouth, I pushed my tongue past her waiting lips and devoured her. She moaned, the vibration of her lips sending an electric shock straight to my groin. Our kiss was a dance of passion, conveying emotions that went beyond any spoken words. I worked my way down her neck, savoring the feel of her pulse hammering beneath her skin as I breathed in her scent. She smelled like coconut-kissed vanilla.
“God, Krystina. The things you make me want to do to you…”
I nipped up her neck to her earlobe. She lolled her head to the side and allowed me better access. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her body tighter against me. She sighed her appreciation, and I crushed my mouth against hers again.
Lifting her, I wrapped those glorious legs around my waist. The heat of her sex pressed against the ridges of my abdomen. She pushed forward, grinding against me, telling me her need was hot. I could have buried my cock in her right then—to drive into her like the wild animal she made me. But she deserved more than that tonight.
My wife merited worshipping.
I set her down on the edge of the bed covered in satin, kissing down her body, over her shoulders, breasts, and thighs, savoring the delicious taste of her skin.
I spread her legs apart and pressed my cheek against her inner thigh. Her exposed lips were lush, pink, and inviting.
“Oh, angel.”
My face hovered over her glistening sex, and I blew softly until she began to pant. I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to taste her. I swiped my tongue over her clit. Her breath hitched, and she cried out. It was all the encouragement I needed to bury my face in her soaking wet heat.
I reached up and took hold of her breasts, gratified to feel her nipples still pebbled from arousal. I twisted and pulled at the taut peaks. The pulsing in her clit signaled she was already near release, but I kept her on edge and didn’t allow her to come. Her back arched as I circled and teased, deliberately driving her to madness.
Her breath was ragged when she looked down at me, eyes wild and full of passion. Her cheeks were flushed, and her gaze was desperate.
I pushed her backward onto the bed. Her bound hands forced her back into an arch, elevating her breasts. I shoved her legs up roughly and spread her wide. Then I devoured her like a starving man who would never get his fill.
It wasn’t long before she cried out. Her juices, the sweetest of all nectars, coated my tongue and lips as I suckled every drop of her release. I felt a tremble course down her legs and smiled in satisfaction.
“I’ve only just begun, angel.”
Taking advantage of her lithe state, I removed the rest of my clothing. My cock sprang free, happy to be released. Climbing back onto the bed, I flipped her onto her stomach and straddled her hips. With experienced fingers, I quickly untied the rope that was binding her arms together. Once completely unraveled, I slid off the bed and fashioned new knots. These would be to secure her ankles to the bedposts.
Once she was secure, I looked to see if she showed any level of discomfort. Her head was angled to the side with her lips parted slightly. But her eyes—those pools of chocolate brown—were dark with want. She knew how defenseless she was in this position. Lying face down with her legs bound open, her ass and pussy were vulnerable to my every desire.
“I’m going to bury my cock inside you. Deep. You’ll feel every inch of me.” I paused and slid a finger over her puckered rear. “Everywhere.”
Her response was a carnal moan that was music to my ears. I skimmed my hand down to part her wet slit. One finger. Two fingers. I slowly and deliberately stretched her, preparing her for my invasion. She was more than ready for me.
I positioned myself at her waiting entrance. Gripping her hips, I speared her opening, easily sliding to the hilt. Her breath caught, and her mouth went slack as she absorbed each stab of pleasure. I moved hard and fast, in and out, working her into a desperate frenzy.
“Alex, make me come. Please! I need to come around you!”
I loved it when she begged. Something about the way the word “please” sounded on her lips made me wild with lust.
I kissed the back of her neck and shoulders, then pulled up her hips until she was on her hands and knees. With her ankles still secured to the bedposts, her thighs were forced further apart. Every intimate part of her was open and more exposed to me than ever. She exhaled and closed her eyes. I groaned and pushed forward until the tip of my cock was pressing against her very core.
“Oh!” she gasped in shock.
I knew how much she liked it this way—deep from behind, with my cock hitting every internal pleasure point. White-hot pleasure rocketed through my veins as the walls of her vagina constricted to adjust to me. She wrapped me in heat, pulsing with desire.
“Come for me, Krystina.”
I pulled back slowly, then drove home again. And again.
