39. Vince
Vince
Jealous of a fucking strawberry. I was pathetic.
Deprived of her attention, every passing hour, I was closer to insanity. Watching as she took another bite, talking to someone I didn’t know.
I wanted her to myself. But every few minutes, someone else was here talking to her. Why did she have to be so approachable?
If I wasn’t so proud of the twins for getting the resort running on their own, I’d yell at them for the guest list. Private island, invite only, and still surrounded by people that all seemed to know my wife.
All fucking night. I had been taunted. Her only wearing a bikini while sitting on my lap. Talking to anyone but me.
Gripping the back of her neck, I brought her mouth to mine. Forcing my tongue into her mouth and taking that strawberry.
Not even fighting me, she let me have it.
“Couldn’t get your own?” Just barely kissing me before she pulled away too quickly.
“I wanted that one.”
“Of course you did.”
Holding her in place, I kissed her. Ignoring the fuckers who she had been talking to. Maybe they could get the hint and leave.
Yeah. I couldn’t do this anymore.
Squeezing her ass, holding her to me. It was selfish. But fuck it.
“Night’s over.” I kissed her again. Standing up, purposely not giving her a lot of time to speak, before taking her hand.
At least she knew better than to argue with me about it. I’d managed to wait until we got away from the crowd before picking her up.
Carrying her back to the villa. All the ways I thought of taking her ran through my mind. Now, I had to make a choice. At one point, I was ready just to bend her over the table.
“Finally.” Her hands reached for my belt.
I grabbed her wrist. “My speed.”
She dropped her head back, complaining.
I laid her back on the bed. Untying her bikini bottom. “Legs up, my love.”
“Can’t I just ride you?”
Absolutely fucking not. I lowered to my knees, blood rushing faster as I kissed the inside of her thigh. Better than drugs.
“Wait,” she sat up, stopping me. “What are you doing?”
Seriously? I’d been haunted for days, after tasting her off her fingers.
“You don’t have to do that. Just fuck me.” She moved back from me. “Trust me, it’s all I want. In our world, men don’t get on their knees and I don’t expect it.”
That sounded specific. “Which fucker told you that?” pinching my eyes shut.
“Actually, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.
” Grabbing her legs, I dragged her back to me.
“Now you’re going to lie still, and let me eat your pussy, aren’t you?
” kissing along her thigh. “Remind me how perfect my wife is. How much she loves to please her husband.”
Slowly moving my tongue over her. She arched her hips in my face. Fuck.
“Just like that. Let me lick your clit.”
So responsive.
“You can take me playing with your pussy too, can’t you?” Moving two fingers into her, slowly. If she kept moaning like that, I wouldn’t get to fuck her. I’d cum in my pants like a fucking teenager.
I needed to build some stamina with her.
I couldn’t stop my groan. “You hear that baby?” Moving my fingers, “Fuck, I love the sound of you gushing for me.” Sucking on her clit, watching her arch her back. Her legs clenching down on my shoulders.
I slowed; no way I was letting her finish that quickly. Then again. I could make the second one longer.
I picked up the pace. The blood rushing from my head as she gasped my name.
Stamina. I had to build fucking stamina. At this rate, I’d be blowing my load within a minute. It was hard enough not to cum with her riding my fingers and finishing in my mouth.
I kneeled between her legs, stroking myself, while watching as she slowly came back.
“Eyes on me, as I take you for the first time.” Her legs still trembled as I spread them, wrapping them around my back.
Cupping her face, I slowly thrust into her. Pausing every time she closed her eyes. Waiting. Even if it was physically fucking painful.
During the claiming, I didn’t get to see her. I was too high on this primal fucking need to mark her as mine. Claiming her soul. Her body. As mine. Mine to protect. Mine to fuck. Mine to love.
Taking a slow breath, as I moved my hands down her waist.
“I’m going to fuck you slow. Take my time.
” I held her hips, stopping her from riding me.
“Then in an hour, I’m fucking you hard, rough.
” I bit her bottom lip. That whimper of hers nearly breaking me, “In the morning, I’m taking you from behind.
I wanna spread your pretty ass while I pound you.
Then after that in the shower, I’m taking you so fucking rough you’ll barely be capable of breathing. ”
Her pussy clenched around me, strangling my cock.
“Do you like hearing how desperate I am for you,” arching her back, fighting for a faster pace.
I gave her two sharp thrusts, her moan, nearly doing me in.
“Now you can be patient, can’t you? I want to taste you finishing again.
” I kissed her as I pulled out, moving down the bed.
“I promise, I’ll fuck you so hard after this, you’ll be sore tomorrow. ”
I’d never get over seeing her this desperate for me. It made me want to delay fucking her, just so I can keep seeing that need in her eyes for me.