Page 116 of Take My Name
It takes a moment for him to realize what I said, but then he grins against my neck, feathering kisses toward my ear.
“Mrs. Langston…my fuckin’ gorgeous wife.”
Without giving me a chance to react, he pulls me on top of him, and I immediately lift up so I don’t bear weight on his chest.
“I’m fine, baby. It’s a bruise not a bullet hole,” he reassures. “Now turn around.”
“W-what? How?”
“Climb over me and stick your ass in my face. That way there’s no pressure on my chest.”
“You wanna eat me from behind?” I haven’t been in that position since the last time we did it years ago.
He gives my ass a hard swat in response.
But then that means I get to finally taste him.
I carefully rearrange myself until my legs are on either side of his head and his cock is inches from my face.
“Like this?” I arch my back, feeling a bit self-conscious and wondering if I remembered to shave this week.
“Perfect…” His palms slide up my thighs and he squeezes. “Fuckin’ hell.”
I can tell how affected he is by the bulge suffocating in his boxer briefs. Rubbing gently over him, I ask, “Can I?”
“Yes, be careful of the piercin’. It makes everythin’ extra sensitive.”
Oh, is that so?
I push down his shorts until he’s exposed, hard and weeping for my touch. When I slide my tongue over him, he slides my panties to one side and inhales deeply. One finger swipes through my slit before he flicks his tongue out and tastes me.
For someone who hasn’t been with a woman in seven years, Warren’s not hesitant or gentle when he devours my pussy. Licking and sucking, he’s a man on a mission to make me come all over his face.
I’m trying my best to focus on the cock in front of me, but every touch he gives me has my body on fire. I can barely breathe when he presses the tip of his thumb in my ass.
“Oh my God…” I moan around his tip between my lips.
Wanting to cause him the same pleasure, I deep-throat him as far as I can and slide my hand between his thighs until I find the spot underneath his balls.
He groans against me and lifts his hips against my mouth. When I hollow my cheeks, I continue teasing his taint and twirling my tongue around his length. When I sink even farther down, I choke but don’t stop.
“I need you to come, Maze.” He digs his fingersinto my skin before his tongue slides up into my crack and then back down to feast on my clit.
Holy fuck.
He finds the perfect rhythm and my movements stall as the buildup intensifies. Every lick, suck, and bite has me on edge.
My eyes roll to the back of my head. “I’m so close…”
When his finger breaches my hole again, I shatter around him and gasp for air. This position makes it awkward since I can’t squeeze my thighs or grind against him, but he holds me in place while I cum on his face.
As soon as I can breathe again, I swallow him down until I’m choking on his release.
“Jesus Christ…” He growls, his legs shaking underneath me. I grin proudly that I’m the only woman who’s ever had him this way and made him make those sounds. They’re intoxicating and I can’t believe I’d gone so long without them.
Climbing off him and turning around, I crawl up the bed and crash against the mattress next to him.
He chuckles, pulls up his shorts, then leans over on his good side to wrap an arm around me.
