Page 133 of Rebound
“A couple?” I laugh. “Baby. We’re just getting started.”
I pull her down for a kiss, tasting myself on her tongue. It’s filthy as fuck. The image of her swallowing my dick is going to live rent free in my mind until I die. I slip a hand under my jerseyand against her soft skin. Slowly, I slide my hand up until I cup it around one perfect tit.
Lavinia moans into my mouth, rocking her hips against my thigh.
“As much as I love seeing you in my jersey,” I say, pulling away from her, “I want you naked. Right now.”
Together, our hands push up my jersey until it’s over her head. I drop my head down to her tits, kissing and licking all over. She has the most perfect rosebud nipples, and I take one into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the soft flesh. Lavinia’s fingers are in my hair, holding my head close as I lick and suck on her tits.
“You taste so sweet, and it’s been so long since I’ve tasted this pussy.”
I slide down her body, pausing to kiss every freckle and scar I see, until I hook my teeth into the waistband of her panties and pull them down. It’s safe to say that like all of her, Lavinia’s cunt is perfect, and I groan when she comes into view, dropping down onto my elbows between her spread thighs. She’s soft and wet, the pink of her pussy the same color she blushes.
I place soft, biting kisses on the soft skin of her inner thighs, sucking until a red bruise blooms.
“Tell me again you’re mine,” I command. To make my argument more palatable, I lick her pussy once.
“Why do we always have to have a conversation when you’re about to make me come?” Lavinia asks.
I look up at her, grinning. “Because it’s when you’re most susceptible to my charm and more likely to agree.”
Chest heaving with each breath, Lavinia groans quietly. "That's manipulation.”
“That’s planning ahead. If you want to come, you have to tell me you’re mine.”
Lavinia squirms. “We’re already married.”
“That’s happenstance.”
Really, this is the only way she’s going to get out of her head long enough to give me what I want. I know she already said she’s not letting me go, but I need her to say it again and confirm she’s mine.
“Be quick, baby. I didn’t have dinner and I’m hungry.” I lick her pussy again, everywhere but her clit. She tastes like honey on my tongue, and I want to drown in her. Lavinia squeezes her thighs, fisting a hand into my hair and trying to guide me to her clit, but I refuse to move.
“You already know I’m yours, you don’t have to?—”
I circle my tongue over her clit and Lavinia stops mid-sentence. I’m hungry and determined, alternating between slow kisses and firm flicks over her clit. Lavinia’s growing louder each time I flick her clit, her thighs shaking around my head.
My grip tightens on her hips as every whimper and plea drives my need higher and higher. I’m harder than a rock again and Lavinia needs to come. Good thing I know exactly what my wife needs. I slip two fingers inside her soaked cunt and curl them until I hit the spot that drives her crazy.
“Roman, I’m going to—” She doesn’t get to finish the sentence before she’s screaming and coming on my tongue, her thighs squeezing around my head until she’s likely to suffocate me. I’ll die the happiest man on Earth.
“You have one minute to recover before I do that again,” I say, kissing her thigh.
Lavinia whimpers.
FORTY-ONE
LAVINIA
I’m not sure I can take any more of this. One orgasm was good, two even better, by the third one, my body was shaking. I’ve lost count how many times I’ve come. I’m overstimulated, delirious, and Roman is relentless.
“One more, baby,” he says from between my legs. “Give me one more.”
Have I mentioned that he hasn’t even fucked me yet? I’m so exhausted from coming I feel like I’ve been in a sex marathon. One orgasm rolls into another as my pussy clenches and pulses. I feel like I can barely catch my breath and come down from the high of one orgasm before coming again.
“Roman, please fuck me,” I beg. My husband’s apparently a hungry man, and he loves to eat. I, on the other hand, want to feel him inside me before I pass out from exhaustion.
“I will. I need the taste of your cum on my tongue,” he says gruffly, his voice sending vibrations through me. He sucks on my clit, and I cry out as I start to come. He’s got me on a hair-trigger and I’m coming with the lightest touch on my clit.
