Page 62 of His to Love
One long lick sent my head falling backward. Nothing had prepared me for this sensation. One more lick and I felt transported to another place and time. The third had me moaning with passion as I filled my hands with his hair, pulling it the way he’d said to.
His kisses went from soft to hard and wanting as he took my bottom into his hands, lifting me up as he devoured me. I cried out for mercy, but there was none. My body was wracked with an orgasm that made my toes curl under.
And then he let me go, the abrupt drop causing my bottom to bounce slightly on the bed. I looked up to see him standing over me. His cock had a large drop of white creamy stuff on the tip. He arched one brow as he looked at it then at me. “Would you like to taste me?”
I had no idea what I was doing, but I knew I needed that taste. I was like a woman possessed, moving onto my knees and taking his thick member into my hands before running my tongue over the creamy tip.. “Salty. Not bad at all.” I’d had other ideas about what a man’s semen tasted like. I’d been worried it would taste a little like pee, and I was relieved to find I’d been wrong.
With one discovery out of the way, I put my mouth on my man and moved it back and forth, nice and slow. Pleasing him that way did something unimaginable to me. It made me even hotter for him. It made me crazy for him. It made me feel more like a woman than I had ever felt before.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling it hard, and I loved it. Moving my mouth over him at the speed he wanted, I moaned with the sensations it gave me. If anyone had told me that this act would bring me pleasure, I would’ve called them a damn liar. But it did bring me pleasure. Tons of it.
I felt him get hard as a rock before he pulled me off him. “Time to consummate this marriage. I think you’re ready for me now.”
He lifted me up, holding me above him and slid my body down his. My nipples were as hard as diamonds as they ran over his chest. Moving with such grace that it defied my imagination, he and I ended up on the bed with his body covering mine.
I moved my legs, spreading them for him as he eased into me. As gentle and slow as he was with me, it still burned like fire as he moved all the way into me. I screamed as the pain mixed with pleasure. “Patton!” My nails bit into his shoulders. “Yes!”
His mouth moved along my neck, licking, nibbling, peppering my flesh with hot kisses that took my mind away from the searing pain that eventually turned into something exactly the opposite of that.
Arching my body, I wanted to meet each thrust he made. I wanted more of him inside of me. I wanted to feel him deep—as deep as he could possibly get.
“I don’t want this to end,” I moaned.
He flipped over onto his back then pulled me to sit up on top of him. “Then it won’t. We can go all night.”
Moving as if I was riding a horse, I laughed at how free I felt with him. “All night long?”
“All night long.” He grabbed my wrists and pulled them above his head, positioning me so he could take a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently on it.
My breasts began to fill right away with milk, but the way it felt was vastly different from when my baby fed from them. Perhaps because my baby didn’t use his tongue to entice me the way his father did. The light licks across my hard nipple made me tingle all over.
“Looks like you won’t be hungry for dinner for some time,” I joked with him.
He pulled his mouth off me just long enough to say, “I’m only hungry for you, wife.” His hands moved around my back, pushing me to him as his tongue ran between my breasts as he sat up.
Rocking with him, I moved my legs to wrap around him as we both sat up. Skin to skin, our perspiration mixing; the smell of sex hung in the air. It intoxicated me until I couldn’t even think anymore.
We rolled all over that king-sized bed until we couldn’t breathe. Both of us satisfied, both of us panting, both of us smiling. I knew then that this was what making love was all about. It was about sharing yourself with one another, and not having to think about a thing. It was about doing what came naturally. Leaving embarrassment at the door and doing whatever we wanted without worry.
Love made everything different. And I thought that was as it should me. “I love you more than you will ever understand, mi amor.” Caressing his handsome face, I saw my future in his blue eyes.
“Our love will never stop growing, my sweet, sexy wife. I will be everything you need me to be for you and our family.” He kissed the top of my nose then sighed. “You are the epitome of love. Wholesome, kind, giving, caring– and you’re hot, too.”
Laughing, I loved how he made his little jokes. “When I married you that day in front of that fat Elvis impersonator, I couldn’t help but wish that we were getting married in the church we both grew up in. But now, I’m glad we did it our way. Our love is different. It’s a little funny, a little sexy, and a little on the old-fashioned side.”
“I like it just the way it is.” He pulled me to lie on top of him. “I think we’re going to have a great life together, Mrs. Nash.”
“Unless we starve to death first.” I jumped up and ran out of the room, then came back with the oysters I found in the fridge and two ice-cold beers. “Our bodies need replenishment. I think alcohol and aphrodisiacs will do the trick.”
Sitting up, he took the tray from me, putting it on the bed. “Take a seat and let me introduce you to a yummy treat.” He knew I hadn’t eaten oysters or anything like them before. Picking one up, he put the shell against his lower lip then let the rather disgusting grey slimy thing inside slide into his mouth. He kept his mouth open to show me how it slid right down his throat without him chewing it at all. Then he took a swig of the beer. “Ah,” he said, making it sound refreshing. “You try.”
“Oh, I don’t know.” I looked at the gelatinous goo on the jagged oyster shell. “The green stuff and the yellow stuff on top don’t make it look any better.”
“The green stuff is spinach.” He picked up another one. “And the yellow stuff is hollandaise sauce. I know you’ll like it if you try it.”
I’d brought it to our bedroom instead of the other goodies for a reason. I wanted to try new things. He’d eaten one and he made it look sort of good. But not completely. “So, I can trust you, right?”
He nodded. “The oyster is tasteless. It’s the other foods that you’ll taste. And as long as you don’t try to chew it, you’ll like it.”
