14. Kerry
Kerry
Ican feel her eyes on me, marking me as her own. I don’t move a muscle, not wanting to ruin her fun. I hear soft footfalls, bare feet on the wood floors, the bed shifting behind me. I focus on controlling my breath, since it’s already wanting to pick up pace at the knowledge she’s approaching.
Soft hands ghost over my skin, as if they’re scared to actually fully touch.
It alights all of my senses, making everywhere tingle that she glides her fingers against. My shoulders flex under her touch, a soft sigh leaves my lips.
Her touch is like drinking the sweetest water after wandering in the desert for years.
Years I’ve been yearning for her, but unable to have her.
But now she’s touching me with such tenderness that I almost can’t fathom.
My eyes roll back into my head when I feel her lips on my skin. Heat floods my body, the blood flowing straight down to my dick, bringing it to life. “You’re so beautiful,” she mutters, and I inhale sharply. How could she think that I’m the beautiful one when she looks like an angel?
Her hands still, breaking me out of the spell she’s put me under.
I turn around on the edge of the bed to look at her.
She smiles, meekness in her eyes, reminding me of the quiet girl she was when we first met.
I shift until I’m resting against the headboard.
“You’re acting shy again.” I keep my voice soft, gentle, not wanting to accidentally guilt her.
Her eyelashes flutter every so slightly, as if her mind is trying to process my proximity to her. “All this time…you’ve never wondered if you should find someone else?” Her voice is hushed, and there’s a shine of vulnerability in her eyes.
I pull her closer, dragging her onto my lap with a haste of a man desperate to let the beast of his loving obsession out of its cage.
She still doesn’t know. Doesn’t understand.
I have to make sure she does. “Never. Not once. I’d already found the best. And I don’t settle for anything less than that, leannán. ”
She rests her hands on my chest, and I feel my cock thickening more in my trousers as she hovers over me on the bed, refusing to put her weight down on my lap.
“You promise you’ll tell me if I do something weird or that you don’t like?
” She whispers, and I want to rip apart anyone who made her feel this way.
“Yes, love. I promise.” I kiss her forehead. “I’ll be sure to be purposeful about communicating, in the bedroom and outside of it.”
There’s a pain in her eyes, like she’s desperate to believe me. She needs to feel safe after a life of feeling like she’s always on the brink of doing something wrong with people. It makes sense that it’d apply to something as vulnerable as sex, too.
I cup her cheek, my other hand snaking around her waist, tugging her closer until her body is flush with mine. She gasps when she feels my cock pressing against her thigh. “I just…don’t want to disappoint you when you’ve been thinking about this for so long.”
I scoff. “You could never do that, because it’s never been just lust, leannán. It’s been about you. Not what I can take from you. If anything, it’s been about what I can give you. Do you understand?”
She chews on her bottom lip, and I can’t resist the temptation to stop the gesture by bringing her lip into my mouth, nipping at it for her. The soft sound she emits has my cock lengthening the rest of the way, addicted to her pleasure, to her taste, to the feel of her in my arms.
My dick twitches hard when I feel a hand grasp at it through my trousers.
A throaty groan leaves my lips as I realize she’s touching me.
My Amy is touching me. A single stroke of her hand is enough to make pre-cum leak, soaking into my briefs.
Fecking hell, she’s got me like a horny teenager all over again, ready to come in my pants just from a kiss and a little rub.
I seize her lips with my own, trying to show her just how much she means to me, how beautiful she is with just my touch, since my words seem inadequate to convince her.
I roll her over, settling on top of her with a controlled shift of my muscles.
My lips find their way down her jaw, spurred on by her little gasps and breathy sounds of pleasure as I kiss her neck.
I need to taste her again. That desperation propels me downwards, until I’m tugging down her sweet little pajama shorts, only to find her bare underneath. I raise my eyebrows at her. “No panties, love?”
She’s looking at me with wide eyes, as if she didn’t expect me to do this again. If she only knew that I’ve been controlling myself, trying to let her rest and recover instead of diving in between her legs again like I’ve been dying to.
One taste wasn’t enough. A thousand more wouldn’t be satisfactory. I will die craving the taste of her essence on my lips.
She chews on her bottom lip. “I-I never sleep with any panties on. Never have.”
I lick my lips at the thought of lulling her to sleep with my hand between her thighs for the rest of our lives, greeting her with a good morning kiss and eating her out, and only then would we be ready for the day.
I let my thoughts show on my face enough to grin. “Never change, leannán. Never change.” I lean in, nuzzling her thigh as I hear her inhale above me. I smile and take a deep breath before diving in. But this time, I’m in no rush.
I’m purposeful about the slow drag of my tongue through her folds.
This is what I meant when I told Amy I wanted to take my time with her.
I don’t intend to remove my face from between her thighs until she’s had at least three orgasms. I don’t want to stop until Amy’s hair is sticking to her forehead, until she’s begging, pleading with me.
For more? For less? Neither of us will know, too lost in the haze of lust and pleasure.
As soon as I pick up my pace with my tongue, she gasps and her hips jolt forward into my mouth, just an inch.
But Mother Mary and Joseph, it’s ecstasy to have her lose control like this, to see her react without a filter.
I’m addicted to it, to her in the throes of passion.
Her hands feel so good in my hair, pulling and scraping against my scalp.
I love this side of Amy. She’s not thinking of anything but my mouth.
All of her usual inhibitions are gone, she’s not concerned with social cues or overthinking what I’m saying or my body language.
She’s just…lost in the pleasure I’m giving her.
I wish I could give her more reprieve from her mind and the pressures of society than just this.
But I’ll give her these moments of joyous liberty as much as I can.
Not that I’m not enjoying it, either. Every gasp and moan she makes goes straight to my cock.
Every drop of her arousal is sweet on my tongue.
I’m careful and patient, relaxed against the bed as I build her up, and when she crests over, her cries echo around the room, fingers yanking on my hair hard enough to hurt.
Only then do I slow. Just enough to make sure she doesn’t get overstimulated.
And then I start the process over again, taking deep breaths against her thigh as I nuzzle against it, biting the soft flesh, gripping her hips to hold her in place.
Again. Another slow climb to reach the peak of pleasure, but I bring her there. Incoherent mumbles fall from her lips. I catch bits of praise to me here and there, which makes my chest soar, ego grow, and cock twitch.
Her legs relax, a thin layer of sweat coating her skin as I rub my hands against her thighs.
There’s a subtle shake to them from how tense she’d gotten through her pleasure, and I want to make sure she doesn’t get any cramps.
I give her a moment to breathe, instead focusing on rubbing the muscles up and down her legs.
But I’m on a mission, and I don’t stop until I get what I want.
I settle back in and she gasps, her eyes wide. “You can’t be serious.”
I grin wolfishly at her. “Oh, I’m a very serious man, leannán. And I never diminish what’s important. And you? You, my love, are most important. And that includes your pretty little pussy, too.”
Her entire body jumps when I lean back in to lick her folds, avoiding directly touching her still-sensitive clit. I’m going to have to take this one slowly, which I don’t mind. I’m having the time of my life down here.
This third orgasm requires a bit more to get, so I slide a finger into her wet slit.
The sensation on my skin makes the movements with my tongue falter for a moment.
It’s so incredibly soft inside. Like silk, except it’s hot and wet.
My finger immediately gets coated with a mixture of her arousal and her come from the previous two orgasms. I can’t believe I haven’t put a finger in yet, I’ve just been too consumed with the taste of her.
Fuck. I can only imagine how incredible she’ll feel around my cock. I have no doubt I’m going to have to be careful I don’t pop off as soon as I slide in there, and I’m not even ashamed of that. How could anyone resist when she feels this good?
Amy seems to enjoy my finger, because she starts flexing her hips forward to meet the rhythm I start.
I move my finger around, trying different angles to see her reaction.
I’m desperate to learn her body, to understand what she likes and explore her thoroughly.
It’s not difficult to find the spot I’ve been searching for, and once I do, it doesn’t take long for her to come again, a hoarse cry leaving her lips as she shakes, her walls rhythmically squeezing my finger.
I nearly come just at the thought of that happening around my dick.
Now I know that she likes my finger inside when I’m down there. The more I do this, the more I’m going to understand how she works, inside and out, until I’m playing her like an instrument. And she does make the prettiest music, a song for me and me alone.
She’s boneless as she watches me, panting and face red.
Her eyes widen as I suck my finger clean.
“God above, I could never get enough of you.” All of the breath leaves her lungs in a forceful exhale, which tells me that she believes me and that sensation is new to her.
Of believing someone could desire her so fiercely that they become addicted.
She’ll have to learn quickly that it’s the truth, because I am addicted to her. Obsessed with every inch of her, with her smile, with her mind, with her taste. And I don’t plan on ever letting her go.
I crawl over her, pausing to drink in the sight of her beneath me.
My hands reach for her top next, eager to see all of her, considering that I’ve never had the privilege of seeing her completely naked before.
She helps, and gives me a soft smile when she sees my hands are shaking.
When the expanse of her stomach is revealed, it’s like seeing something holy.
It takes my breath away. I kiss it like I’m trying to reach heaven through her skin, and her breathy little sighs tells me I’ve found it.
She groans like it almost aches to get aroused again, but she’s doing it anyway.
I grin against her skin, enjoying every minute of having this kind of power over her, of returning the favor of madness she’s inflicted upon me without even knowing.
I like having control over her here, because she has control over me everywhere else.
My will bends to her words, my desires shift to match hers, like a dance where she’s leading.
I wonder if she understands the extent of power she holds over me.
I unbuckle my belt, and watch her eyes widen and dilate as she’s still trying to catch her breath. I’m slow and careful as I slide it from the loops, my gaze fixed on her eyes as she tracks my movements. I feel high on her attention, on her focus on me. Amy and only Amy.
I toss my belt to the side and make a show of unzipping and unbuttoning my trousers in the same way, letting her arousal build with the tension, getting her worked up again. And when I throw those off to the floor, too, I can see her focus is on the obscene bulge in my briefs.
I chuckle and slide my hands under her back, finding the buckle of her bra. “I need to see all of my pretty girl.”
Her eyes widen, and she smiles at me so sweetly that I wish I could marry her tomorrow. Four months seem like too damn long. She sits up and helps me take her bra off, and throws it to the wind, letting it find a home in a mess on the floor from my clothes.
I groan at the sight of her breasts. Perfect, natural, hanging on her chest like fruit of the gods, ready to pluck and taste.
I grasp them, thumb circling the surface of her nipple as it hardens under my touch.
Her lips part, eye lashing fluttering in pleasure from my touch.
My touch. Everything feels right in the world at that realization.
My lips seek out her skin, marking every inch of those beautiful breasts with my tongue. It doesn’t take long for her to be arching against me, clawing at my shoulders, tugging me closer. I know what she needs, what we both need. I just don’t want to rush it.
I rip my briefs down my legs, throwing them over my shoulder as I settle between her legs.
The anticipation of feeling her silky hot cunt around me is killing me, but I hold strong.
I refuse to rush such a holy moment. Instead, I reach over and grab the condom packet I’d set out on the nightstand while she was in the bathroom, tucked behind a box of tissues.
While I wasn’t sure if she’d want to do this tonight, I wanted it within reach so I didn’t have to interrupt the moment to get it.
I quickly roll it on before settling back in, leaning in to kiss her tenderly.
One drag between her folds has us both panting, my hips burning with the need to twitch, to writhe against her, to thrust. I pull her legs up around my hips, settling in. I grab my cock, lining it up with her sweet pussy, the feel of the briefest brush against her has me dripping precum already.
I take a deep breath, locking eyes with her before I start to slide in. “My wife.”