Chapter 18 – James #2
“You taste good,” she murmurs, almost to herself.
“Christ, Maura.” My fingers tighten in her hair. “You can't just say things like that.”
“Why not?” She looks up at me, all false innocence. “It's true.”
My eyes slam shut, because it feels too fucking good. If I looked down and watched that pretty tongue lick me, I’d come in seconds. I dig my teeth into my lower lip, concentrating every fiber of my being on not coming. Not yet.
It’s easier to hold back when I know what’s coming. If I see the purple box on my schedule in the morning, I can access my well of self-control.
When my wife gets on her knees for me without warning, suddenly I’m as trigger-ready as a teenager.
Then she wraps her lips around my cock and swallows me down her slender throat, and holy shit, I’m a goner.
The wet heat of her mouth is devastating. She hollows her cheeks and sucks, and my knees nearly buckle.
“That's it,” I groan, cradling the back of her head. “Just like that.”
She moans around me, and the vibration travels straight to my balls.
Pre-cum leaks from my tip onto her soft tongue, and I can feel it when she swallows it down.
“Fuck,” I groan, caressing her neck with the back of my fingers.
Maura’s auburn head bobs as she tries to swallow as much of me as she can.
She’s determined and focused, widening her pretty lips and flattening her tongue to accommodate my width.
It takes her a few tries to figure out the best way to position her head.
It reminds me that she might not be a virgin, but she’s still inexperienced.
It’s probably fucked up how much that turns me on. I love knowing that there was barely anyone before me, that I’m the only man to ever make her come.
She’s mine. Mine to worship, cherish, and fuck senseless.
Maura tightens the hand at my base, swallowing me even further down. Moans and grunts fall from my mouth.
“You don't have to—” I start, but she cuts me off with a look that's pure stubbornness. My wife is trying to take the full width of me down her throat, and she's not going to stop until she succeeds.
God, I love her determination. I love that she wants to conquer me the same way she conquers everything else in her life. But I don’t want her injuring herself for my pleasure.
She pushes herself a little more than she can handle, making her gag on my cock.
I wait for her to pull back, but she doesn’t.
She swallows, then pushes herself even further.
A tear streaks down from one eye as she tries to keep swallowing me, and her determination is so sexy I can’t stand it for a second longer.
Roaring, I step back before I hurt her or prematurely spill my load down her throat.
She blinks up at me, her caramel eyes half-lidded, her lips swollen and wet. “Was that okay?”
I pull her to her feet and kiss her hard, tasting myself on her tongue.
“Okay?” I growl against her mouth. “You almost killed me. That was the hottest fucking thing anyone has ever done to me.”
“Really?” She sounds genuinely surprised.
“Really.” I drag my thumb across her lower lip. “And now I'm going to return the favor.”
I smooth back her auburn hair, tucking a stray piece behind her ear. “You were perfect. No, worse, you were too good. I only stopped you because if you kept going, it would have all been over way too fast.”
“Oh.” Her pale skin flushes pink with understanding, and it’s fucking adorable. “I mean, if you want to finish, I can—”
I grab her face and kiss the words off her lips. Her eager tongue meets mine, her mouth opening instantly for me. “One day,” I murmur against her lips, “I want to watch your pretty mouth swallow every drop of me. Right now, though, I need to be inside you.”
Helping her up by her unbandaged hand, I lift her to my chest and yank up her legs to wrap around my waist. She teased me about loving to carry her, but it’s fucking true.
It’s something like how I like that she has to stand on her toes to kiss me.
It gets me hard, knowing that lots of other men would be too short to pick up a tall woman like her.
Carrying her is something only I can do to her.
Ignoring the fact that other tall men exist in the world. Hell, that other tall men exist in this building. No other man gets to touch her like this—she just promised me that.
I carry my wife over to the couch and take a seat so her legs sprawl on either side of me.
My hard cock presses against the seam of her leggings, reminding me that I’m naked, and she’s not.
I shove the fabric down over her narrow hips.
She repositions awkwardly to peel them off, which just means her legs and pussy brush against my length, making me hiss.
I wish I could pull off her shirt so I could see her bare body—all of it, not just the parts she chooses.
Guilt washes over me. I’ll honor the boundary she set, the only one she asked for. Even fantasizing about breaking it feels wrong, no matter how beautiful her body is.
Especially after everything she's done for me. What other one would get down on her knees for me when I’m the insensitive ass who owed her an apology?
I pull her unbandage hand to my mouth, kissing each knuckle gently, and the pad of each finger.
“Fuck, you have beautiful hands,” I sigh, and I feel goosebumps rise on her legs.
My lips close around her index finger and I swirl my tongue around the tip, making her sigh and tilt her head back, exposing her elegant neck.
I move my mouth there next, kissing along the column of her neck while I palm her small breasts through her T-shirt.
Her nipples harden through the fabric, and so I strum the tight buds.
“Tell me no and I won’t ask again,” I whisper against her neck. “If I leave your shirt on, can I suck on these?” I run my thumbs over her nipples again.
“Yes,” she sighs, no hesitation.
“Thank Christ,” I mutter, ducking my head and drawing the peak of her breast into my mouth.
I wish I were tasting her skin instead of cotton, but it’s worth it to hear the cries that spill from her mouth.
She might keep her breasts covered, but they’re obviously sensitive as hell.
I take my time, sucking and dragging my teeth over the fabric until she’s writhing in my lap.
I’ve been trying to distract myself from how my cock feels, pressed up against her wet core.
Now, she’s so soaked that it’s getting too hard to ignore.
I nip at Maura’s breast one final time before I pull away, slipping my fingers into my mouth to wet them.
I drag them down to her slick cunt. She’s able to take two of my fingers immediately, and I strum her clit with my thumb while I fuck her with my hand.
“I want you to ride me, Maura. I want to watch that pretty face turn pink while you bounce up and down on my cock.”
She nods, color already spreading across her face and down her neck. She rises up on her knees to give me room to line up my cock underneath her. We both groan as she sinks onto me, her blissful heat gripping me tight.
I whisper good girl and beautiful and you feel so fucking good as she lowers herself, never stopping stroking her clit. She hesitates just before she takes the final inch. Her slender shoulder muscles strain as she grips my arms.
“Give me a second,” she whispers. “You’re just so deep from this angle.”
“Too much?”
She shakes her head. “No. It’s—God, it’s everything.”
The word sets my blood on fire. It takes every ounce of my self-control not to drive up into her. I focus on watching her reactions as I run my thumb over her clit.
“No other woman could take my cock like you do,” I tell her. “When you ride me, it’s the most beautiful fucking thing to watch.”
Hot, honeyed wetness drips onto the base of my cock, her reaction to my praise. If she likes that, then fuck, I have plenty more to say.
“Your pussy was fucking made for me, Maura.” Her hips glide up and down, her inner muscles squeezing me like a vice. “It’s like I dreamed your body up. You feel like a goddamn dream. Do you have any idea how much I crave this?”
“You do?” Her breathy voice sounds shocked. Does she really not know? How is that possible?
“Fuck, yes. You have no idea what you do to me.” I nuzzle her neck, inhaling her scent. “One look, one sound, and I’m ready to cancel half a continent’s worth of contracts just to get inside you.”
She laughs weakly. “That’s not true.”
I growl. I don’t know if she’s denying it because she feels unworthy, or if because I’ve really done that shitty of a job showing her how sexy she is.
“You think my schedule is just for efficiency?” I hold her chin in my hand, forcing her to look at me. “It’s to keep me from throwing every responsibility away, tying you to my bed, and keeping you there for fucking weeks.”
Maura’s plush lips part in surprise. I pull her tight to me, taking advantage and licking my way inside her mouth. She tastes like spice and sex, just as wet and hot as her perfect cunt.
She rides me while we kiss, her hips rolling over me in long, sensuous strokes.
The movement lets me feel every part of her in turn.
The soft curve of her ass, the ripple of her stomach, the ridges of her nipples through her shirt.
Her thighs grip mine for support. Soft, loose strands of hair fall forward and brush against my face.
I can tell by the way her inner muscles flutter when her orgasm is close. Even though every instinct tells me to press my fingers harder against her clit, or lift my hips to rut against her, I don’t change a goddamn thing. I let her ride me, not varying my rhythm one goddamn bit.
“Let me watch you,” I urge her. “Let me watch you come for me.”
“I’m close, I’m cl—I’m—”
She breaks off as it hits her. I hiss through my teeth at the way her tight pussy milks me, drawing my own orgasm out in a thundering jolt right after. I groan as satisfaction streaks through my veins, making my muscles feel heavy. Through a haze of pleasure, I see a smile ripple across her face.
I wrap my arms around her, holding her while we both come down. From now on, I’m going to do a better job, showing her how much I crave her body. I’m going to treat her like the most important thing I’ve ever invested in.