Page 10 of Her Sweetest Desires
Truce was the definition of an eater. If I let him, he would stay down there until I lost all feeling in my lower half. Truce’s grunts met my ears, and I creamed for him even more. Being parents, we had to get creative with our lovemaking, but having this space with just us two meant that I could appreciate my husband as loud as I wanted. That man had my entire vagina in his mouth, and somehow, it wasn’t enough for him.
Truce placed both his hands under my butt and pulled me closer to his chest.
“Fuck!” I gripped the back of his head and dug my nails into his scalp.
“Stop playing with me, gorgeous, and let that shit go!”
Like he hit a switch, I came harder than I had in a while.
“Truce, please . . .”
He chuckled, so I knew he heard me, but he just didn’t care.
My body shook from the hurting he was laying down, but damn did it feel amazing. Truce and I had a very healthy and active sex life, so his work trips always ended with his face buried between my thick thighs. I wanted to feel my husband, and if I didn’t act fast, he’d spend the rest of the night with his mouth on me.
Pressing my butt into the bed, I pulled on Truce’s ears until he looked up at me.
“What did I say about running?” He licked his lips and smirked.
“I need to feel you, baby. Come fill me up.” We locked eyes as he kissed up my body.
Truce locked his arms on the side of my head and dipped his head to kiss my lips, allowing me to taste myself.
“You know how I feel about my meal being interrupted.” Truce dipped his hips and lined himself up with my opening. “Not only were you acting up at the airport, but you stopped me before I got my fill.” He tsk’d then smiled. “It’s cool though, Sweets . . .”
Truce slid into me, and my mouth dropped open, but there was no sound.
One of his arms slipped behind my head and the other under my leg to hold it up. Truce’s strokes were mild at first, but once he got me locked in place, all his sense seemed to go out of the window. Truce cursed, and I clung to him because why would hefuck me this way? I was already crazy about him, and this shit would only make me worse.
I turned my head and searched for his mouth, and a sigh escaped when I was granted the feel of tongue against mine.
“Why do you feel so good?” I asked when I needed to breathe.
“’Cause all of me belongs to you, Sweets. Now cum on your dick so I can fill you up for real.”
I shivered and let go of everything I had in me.
“Oh my—fuck!”
Inaudibly, I came apart, and my body bucked against Truce’s damp chest.
Without allowing me time to gather my bearings, he flipped me onto my stomach, lifted me to my knees, then returned his face to between my thighs. Truce wasn’t down there long before two fingers slipped into my sex and one into my ass. My knees almost gave out on me, but a slap to my butt cheek with his free hand was enough to let me know that I better keep form. I got wetter at the thought of what he had in mind next. It had been a long time since our sex had taken us there, but I was ready for him.
I’d lost the number of times I came by the time he came up for air and pressed his chest against my back and slid back inside of me.
“I know what you’re waiting for, but we got all weekend, gorgeous. I’m backed up and don’t wanna hurt you. Okay?”
Truce kissed my cheek as I nodded.
“Mhm.”
“Good girl.”
It didn’t take Truce long to cum.
After that, he ended up resting all of his weight on me. He was heavy, but I didn’t mind. After about two minutes, Truce shifted, and I hissed as he pulled out of me. He kissed my shoulder and stood from the bed.
His steps were hidden by the plush cream carpet of our suite, but after a while, I heard the shower.
