Page 63 of Due Process
I was so keyed up that I followed his instruction to a tee. Aligning myself in the middle of the massive bed, I bit into my lip as I parted my thighs, my fingertips tracing down my neck, skimming over my breasts, to lower down my stomach…
All coherent thought vanished as Curtis crawled towards me, his eyes penetrating my weeping core as if he was transfixed. “I’m hungry, wife. You going to feed me?”
“Yes,”I whimpered, luxuriating under his weight that settled between my legs.
His fingers rose on either side of my pussy to stretch and open me all the way up for his appraisal. Then he blew over my sensitive clit, the cool pressure causing shivers to cascade through my body.
“Oh my—”
Curtis traced a slow finger down my slit to circle around my dripping wet centre. “Mm. Is this all for me?”
“You know it is,” I huffed, my chest heaving.
“You greedy for me, baby?”
“Always. Ineedyou, husband…Please.”
“I’ve got you, always got you,” he said before he sealed his mouth over me.
I didn’t last long, never could with him. Curtis worshipped my body with the finesse of fine-tuning an instrument.
He knew my tells, my wants, my weaknesses. And in doing so, he always managed to wring out every last drop of pleasure from my wilful body.
As I came down from my second orgasm he coerced out of me with his tongue, my eyes flitted open to Curtis rising above me.
“There you are, my love” I said, lifting my hands to settle around his neck, my gaze boring into his.
He lowered his weight on top of me, his front aligning to mine so perfectly that my thighs automatically wrapped around his waist to pull him in closer.
I wanted him connected to me in every way—mind, body and soul. Until there was no way we could ever be parted again.
I confessed the same in murmured words, the declaration rushed and true as I voiced my desires out loud.
“Is that what you want, Stella Wright? All of me?”
“Yes. As you have all of me.”
“I love you,” he said before he pressed his cock past my aching entrance, tenderly giving me inch by glorious inch so I couldfeelthe slow intensity of his claim.
We made love. Deep, meaningful and euphoric.
And when I couldn’t take any more of his torture, I finally broke apart, my inner walls convulsing around his cock, desperately calling for his undoing in return.
“Come for me, husband. I want you inside me. Always.”
Curtis groaned and shuddered above me, his release filling me up with everything I ever wanted.
“I love you,” I said, my lips sealing against his with the promise of forever.
