Page 39 of Breathing Wisteria
This time there is no hesitation in her movement. She swings around and falls onto her hands and knees, ass up in the air just begging for my mouth.
I move toward her, my hand slowing on my cock before I remove it completely and glide it down her back. Slowly, following the curve of her spine, my hand splays out over her waist, spanning almost the entire distance. I press down, forcing her upper body down to the soft mattress and a harsh grunt pushes past my lips at the sight of her looking at me over her shoulder, her mouth open in a soft O.
Unable to hold back any longer, I step forward and slide her panties over her ass and down her thighs. I give her ass a fast, sharp slap and then slide my hand down, two fingers slipping easily through her pussy.
Her groan is muffled by the sheets and it causes my dick to pulse against her thigh.
“You want my mouth on you, Cherry?” I goad, a fingertip circling her already swollen clit. “You want me to take a little taste? Fuck you with my tongue first?”
Her eyes close and she pushes back against my hand.
“Less talking, more doing.” She groans.
I smirk at the sound of her desperation and climb onto the bed. Pushing my aching cock into the mattress, I spread her legs as wide as her panties allow and swipe my tongue along her cunt. My first taste results in a full-body tremor from Wyatt and a strangled whimper that has me ready to come from that one sound alone.
My tongue plays with her clit until I can’t take her sounds anymore, the need to get inside her too much. I stop playing around and start eating her out with the urgency of a desperate man. I use my tongue, my fingers, my teeth, loving the grind of her pussy against my face.
When I feel her clenching around my fingers, and my ears are ringing with the sound of her breathless stutters, I raise my face to her ass and bite down on her rounded cheek.
Wyatt falls limply to the bed, completely sated, her breathing harsh and I kneel behind her, a lewd smirk on my face.
“Don’t wimp out on me just yet, baby. I’m not done with you.”
I reach down and get a firm grip on her hips before I turn her over so she’s on her back, pussy glistening and her hands making their way to her tits. Which are still, unfortunately, encased in the black lace I was getting a hard-on for, only moments ago.
Leaning down, I hover over her. My mouth ghosts along her lace-covered nipples, my heated breath sending a shiver of anticipation through her body. I lower my lips, running them over the pebbled tip, teasing her and enjoying the groan of frustration that hisses from between her teeth.
“I swear to God, if you don’t put your mouth on me in the next three seconds, I will never blow you again.” She lifts her head so she can meet my eye. “Ever.”
I love it when she plays dirty.
I latch my mouth onto her nipple, sucking hard and enjoying the way her back arches off the bed, before biting down.
Kneeling back, I take a moment to savor the sight of her before moving down her body and placing a quick kiss on her cunt. Then I straighten and take my cock in hand, gently tapping it on her clit while I watch her watching us, her eyes locked on my dick sliding through her juices.
I ease the tip in, loving the stretch of her as she takes me, and when her hands grab at my ass trying to draw me in deeper, I give up any pretense of control and thrust in, fully seating myself.
Refusing to move just yet, I lower my mouth to her neck, kissing along the curve and enjoying the delicacy of her skin. My hands claim her; my touch marking her as mine.
She is pushing up against me, raising her hips in an effort to get some kind of friction, but I need something from her first.
“You want me to move?” I whisper, my mouth by her ear. I roll my hips just once.
“Yes. Please.”
“We’ve got some stuff we need to work out first.”
“Now?” Her voice is indignant and her face creases in frustration as she digs her hands into my ass harder.
“Well, I figure I have your full attention, I should probably take advantage.” I pull back until just the tip of my cock is inside her and she groans out in annoyance.
“Fine.”
“Good.” I press my hips forward, pushing back into her roughly and she pushes her head back into the pillow. “You and I are married, yes?”
“Yes,” she grits out.
I ease back out.
“And we are going to stay married. Yes?”
Her eyes flick to mine and she looks torn, her teeth worrying her bottom lip.
“Yes,” she whispers.
I lower my forehead until it rests against hers and just feel her for a moment. The rise and fall of her chest. The slip of her hips against mine.
“Every song until the day I die,” I rasp out before I slam home, thrusting into her, the need to come almost painful. My mouth takes hers in a savage kiss and when I feel her tightening around me, there is only one word echoing in my mind.
Mine.
