Chapter Twenty-Six
Marchella
My grandparents were good at spoiling me. I was left in awe at just how far they’d go to assure my happiness. The floors were hardwood, not that laminate stuff my father had put in his house, this was authentic. The doors were a dark-red shade of wood, and the knob fixtures were much longer than contemporary types. The handles were short, smooth, and brass-like.
“I think this is one of those historical houses,” I mused, when I heard the screen door.
He gave a thoughtful grunt and slowly followed after me, looking the place over. The entry was in the living room. One side of the far wall gave way to a large archway with a modest dining room and kitchen combo on the other side which exited into the backyard.
Opposite the large kitchen archway in the living room, was a doorway that went to a hall. There was a small bathroom, followed by a tiny guest room and a master bedroom with an ensuite bath that stretched longways behind the garage.
“Grandpa looked out.” Blaze whistled, looking over the jets on the bath.
I ran my hand over his back and leaned in to have a peek for myself. I realized Nakarii knew more about my husband’s body than I did, so when he popped up and smiled down at me, I grazed my nails across his lower back.
“Want to try it out?” I asked, as he winced a bit harder than I’d anticipated for such light contact.
“Fuck, yeah.” He kissed me roughly and reached down to turn the water on.
He didn’t have much luck with his blind grabbing and eventually had to lean down and adjust it with his full attention once he finished kissing me. I slid my fingers down my chest, easily popping the buttons open, so that it gaped to the ribbon belt.
When he finished, he slid his shirt off, revealing some nasty bruises along his ribs and back. That instantly drew a sympathetic hiss from me.
He carefully bundled up the shirt and turned to toss it while I tried to get a better look at his injuries.
“You think Grandpa left a stash of we–?” He trailed off when he saw me, his gaze dropping to my open buttons.
He grabbed the ribbon and plucked me forward before sweeping one side of the jean-vest style top off my shoulder, and then the other. It slid down, until one side caught on a nipple ring. He followed it, sliding his hand between breast and fabric until he had me bared to the waist. He jerked me forward, smashing my chest into his face where he proceeded to sloppily tongue my nipple. He battered the jewelry until the nipple tightened around it and then he crudely slurped it between his lips. It sent little jolts through me that left my pussy throbbing. He sucked deeply, stretching my nipple and a small portion of my breast across his tongue.
I clung to his hair while he gobbled from side to side, spitting the jewelry out, only to draw it back. His slobbery tug of war was leaving me clenching.
“Blaze,” I huffed, tugging at his hair.
He grazed his teeth down my lower sternum and nipped at my upper stomach, ripping my gown off my hips without warning. I gasped and jerked my foot up in a guarded instinct. When I did, he grabbed my thigh and hefted me off my feet. He planted my ass on the edge of the sink and nipped at the center of my waistband.
I released my breath on a guarded laugh.
I thought he meant to do some silly panty removal trick with his teeth, but instead, he set right to feasting through the material. His tongue ran up and down the length of that thin patch and punched around the top of my pussy print until he connected with my clit a few times.
I hissed and tried to reach my tiptoes, but I ended up sawing from side to side, until he latched onto my pussy like he was trying to get every last drop out of a juicy peach. His breath permeated the thin cotton and warmed all the right places. I forgot to breathe, I stared down at him and shivered straight to my soul. I whimpered in a way that made me feel pitiful and I shoved him back.
“My panties,” I protested, having never had anyone do that to me before.
He laughed and nipped my thigh just hard enough to sting.
“Ah,” I hissed, curling that way.
He jerked me to my feet and spun me so fast my only thought was to catch myself. I panicked and grabbed the ledge of the sink. Just as I did, he snatched my panties down so fast I clenched my knees against a sense of vulnerability.
“Nuh-uh, princess,” he purred, pinning a hand to the base of my back.
He dropped down, and spread himself out, forcing his knee against my left heel so I was left sprawled.
I made a small squeak of protest before his tongue snaked over my pussy lips and his face all but planted in my ass.
A sound hitched in my throat, as I tried to speak. I don’t even know what I meant to say, all reason was swept away with the twitch of his tongue. It ran back and forth across my clit, then he angled his fucking head, stuffing his face further into me. I clenched my eyes.
“Blaze,” I squirmed and panted.
It felt good. So good, but I was tingling with both pleasure and shame.
Once I managed to pry my eyes open, I watched myself gyrate back onto him for a moment, before I forced myself to huff, “Blaze, get your face out of my ass!”
I tried to shift my hips, and his laughter vibrated against my throbbing pussy as he slurped up the slobber and my juice.
“Fuck. Fuck!” I cried.
“This ass?” He trailed his tongue up and lifted his chin, lodging his mouth to my ass.
“Blaze!” I shrieked, while he sloppily rimmed.
That tongue of his was blessed, I didn’t even recognize the bug-eyed bitch in the mirror. She was shivering and writhing, even as I called his name over and over.
He wasn’t shy, either. Those tight, torturous circles and short stabs gave way to a full-on tongue fucking of my asshole. His hot, wet strokes twisted and explored every angle of me.
I stopped clutching the sink and reached back with one hand. He caught it, his fingers sliding between mine and giving a squeeze. Then his grip slid and he roughly secured my wrist and pinned it to my back.
Pleasure raced from my core to my clit in explosive waves as I violently came. I was half hoarse when I realized that pounding wasn’t me.
I collapsed against the sink, limp and somewhat confused to the distant banging in the living room.
“Fuck,” Blaze hissed, scrambling in that direction.
“Wait,” I called, but he was already gone, and my legs weren’t about to work anytime soon.