Page 77 of Where Quiet Hearts Scream
She’s about to roll her eyes when I grab a handful of her hair andfistit.
“Because I’m so fucking big, I’ll tear your insides.”
Her eyes stretch wide and I dig my tongue into her mouth, swallowing her surprise. God, she tastes even better now she’s inhaled my truth. And just to drive that message home, so she knows I’m not bluffing, I press my rock solid cock into her stomach so she can feel it from her pubic bone to her midriff. She sucks in a gasp.
There you go, baby. No more lies.
Her breaths puff into my skin, each one getting hotter and less restrained. Then I straighten my elbows,the muscles in my upper arms primed and taut, and move back down to her pussy. I can’t wait to drown in it.
Fifty-six times I need to make her come. Tongue, fingers, whatever inspires me in the moment. Fifty-six orgasms in exchange for my cock.
One for each of the scars she’s given herself. By the time I’ve finished, she’s going to love every single one of them.
“Pick one,” I command.
“Pick one what?” she says, breathlessly.
I underestimated her state of composure. “A scar, baby.”
“Um…” She lifts her head and frowns at the patchwork of angry red lines, then points to the lowest one on her left leg. I tap the raised skin lightly, then I get to work.
When I dip my tongue into her heat she bucks her hips for more.
Ohno, no, no. We do this onmyschedule.
I lay my other arm over her stomach, pinning her to the bed, then I return my tongue to her. She’s soft and velvety, and smells so sweet it might just drive me insane. I take my time licking through her folds and sucking on her pretty little clit, enjoying the sound of helpless whimpers and sobs as I coax her to the very edge.
Each time she stiffens beneath me, I pull back and blow a hot breath across her, or nip at her skin with myteeth. Then I wait until she’s panting, and work her up all over again.
“Andreas,please…” she moans.
I lift my head and watch her glazed eyes trying to focus. Then I move my attention to the scar on her leg. I kiss it gently while teasing my fingers through her heat to keep her on that edge.
“You are perfect,” I murmur, between kisses. “Every inch of you.”
I gently suck at the traumatized skin.
“You are loveable exactly as you are.”
I play gently with her pussy while French-kissing her upper leg.
“Isn’t that right?” I peer up at her through my lashes.
Her voice drops to a small whisper. “Yes.”
I stare at her in wonder. I hope she remembers this moment because I’m about to make her black out.
“Good.”
I shift my weight and settle again between her legs so I can eat her pussy like a mindless beast. I loved lavishing her thigh with attention but I need to make her come now so I can disappear into the bathroom and finish myself off. My cock is so damn hard with all this talk of pleasuring my wife that it’s throbbing against my leg, but I won’t take my fill of her while she’s so raw.
I’m not coming up for air until she’s clamping her thighs around my head and shaking like she’s been electrocuted.
Then I inhale a long breath, hold it deep in my lungs and dive in.
Serafina
I stroke a finger across my jeans, just above the three scars I’ve now professed my love for, while Trilby sits cross-legged on a kitchen stool, talking my ear off. We’ve done the house tour, she’s ooh’d and aah’d in all the right places and now we’re watching the leaves outside begin to turn a rusty pink. I’m actually looking forward to seeing New England in the fall, for real.
