Chapter 12
Twelve
Adrian
I can’t believe my wife just milked my cock dry.
I didn’t realize she was contemplating such a thing while I removed the stupid pins from her hair.
I was aware she was facing my dick, but I thought it might help her get used to its girth.
Instead, my naughty wife dropped lower and gave me the best blow job of my life.
Granted, everything with her is the best by tenfold. I’m so fucking into her that she’s sexy enough to make my cock hard even when she’s sleeping or just breathing.
When she lifts her head, she sits on her heels and smiles. Her cheeks are red, and she’s licking her lips. She’s the sexiest creature alive.
I cup her face and stroke her cheek. “Blair…”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.” She grabs my face, stroking my beard. “We’re married.”
I chuckle. “We are.” I reach under her arms, lift her up several inches, and deposit her on her back. “And I owe my wife an orgasm.”
She giggles as I spread her legs. “I don’t think you owe me anything.”
“Baby, rarely will I come before you. We’re having a two-to-one ratio at a bare minimum.”
Her grin is gorgeous as she draws her brows together. “A two-to-one ratio?”
“Yep. You will always come at least twice as often as I do. Partly because I want my wife to always be satisfied and partly because I’ll simply never be able to come as frequently as you.”
“What makes you think I can come more than once? Maybe that was an anomaly last night.”
“Oh, princess. You just wait. By my math, you have to come four times before I enter you with my cock.”
She gasps. It’s adorable when I shock her. “That seems a bit ambitious.”
“Nope.” On that last word, I drop between her legs and suck her pussy into my mouth so fast and firmly that she comes two seconds later.
One.
My wife starts moaning so loud the sound echoes off the walls as I thrust my tongue into her tight channel while I rub her clit with my thumb. She comes again so quickly that it was almost as if one orgasm simply turned into another.
Two.
Blair is panting and shoving at my shoulders, trying to wiggle free of me. “Adrian…” She’s not protesting so hard that I think she’s actually too sensitive to take more. She’s simply reacting by instinct, the pleasure so intense that she thinks she can’t take more.
But she can.
Releasing her pussy, I crawl up her body to give her nipples some more attention. As soon as I start flicking one with my tongue, she grips the back of my head. This time, when she says my name, her tone is a plea. “Adrian…”
I lift my head and meet her gaze. “You want me to suck them, princess?”
“Yes, please.”
“You like a little pain with your pleasure, don’t you, baby?”
Her cheeks flush as she nods. “Apparently so.”
When I draw her nipple into my mouth the next time, I graze my teeth over the swollen bud.
Blair groans and arches her chest. She also digs her nails into my arms, which I’ve decided is one of my favorite things.
I’m going to spend my life wandering around with little crescent-moon-shaped wounds on my biceps.
Any day I’m wearing her marks like that will be an indication that I drove my wife wild the night before.
When she wraps her legs around my hips and grips me with her heels, I know she’s ready for my cock. But I’m not done making her come yet, so I slide a hand between us, find her pussy, and thrust two fingers into her tight channel while I continue to torment her nipples back and forth.
“Oh, fuck,” she shouts. “Adrian!”
Her filthy mouth makes my cock harder. I’m certain she doesn’t ordinarily use such impolite words in her prim-and-proper world, but she’s not in that world now. She’s in the mountains. With me. And if she wants to cuss while I’m fucking her, I will enjoy every moment of it.
I might have to get her a swear jar for other times, however, or our kid’s first word will be fuck.
Blair drops her heels to the mattress and uses them to lift her hips against my fingers. Her head rolls back and forth as she totally lets go.
I lift my head to watch her come undone. Until last night, my wife had never had an orgasm from a man or even without a toy. She didn’t believe me that she could come over and over, either.
When her body stiffens, her pussy grips my fingers, milking them hard.
Three.
I ease back and remove my hand as she floats back to Earth. I don’t want her to wince from overstimulation. I’m not done with her yet. Instead, I scoot up her body and kiss her again. She gets all hot and bothered when we’re making out.
Sure enough, she grabs my head and returns my kiss with just as much energy as when we first kissed against the door.
I nestle my cock at her entrance. She’s so wet, we don’t need any lube.
My wife moans into my mouth and bucks her hips, trying to get more of my dick. I’ll give it to her, but I love her desperation. It’s fucking hot.
The moment she releases a frustrated groan, I thrust all the way into her.
She cries out, her nails once again absently digging into my biceps. I might have more than one set of battle wounds tomorrow. I’m okay with that.
She’s so tight that I have to grit my teeth and focus on her fingernails to avoid coming. Even though I just came in her mouth minutes ago, my cock is fully hard and ready for round two.
Blair writhes. “Adrian… OhGod… Move…” she pleads, her eyes wild and darting around, seemingly seeing nothing.
Her hair is fanned out around her, the curls from earlier so pretty against the bed.
Her cheeks are flushed adorably. And I’m focusing on anything to keep my cock from releasing prematurely.
On top of the fact that I’m head over heels for this woman, which is causing me to be harder than ever, I’ve also never been inside a woman bare. It’s making me ten times more sensitive.
I ease out and back in, but I’m not going to last, so I bring a hand between us, find her clit, and pinch it.
Blair screams, her voice filling the room as she comes around my cock.
Four.
Now, I can stop holding back. After releasing her clit, I prop up on my elbows, tuck my palms under her shoulders, and hold on to her as I thrust in and out.
Heaven. That’s how I describe my wife’s pussy. Pure heaven.
I hate that I’m going to orgasm prematurely again. I’d like to languidly fuck my wife for an hour. I will. Many times in our lives. But not tonight. With one final thrust, I arch my hips deeper and let my release wash through me.
Blair is breathing heavily and stroking my back gently.
When I’m finally able to see straight, I set my forehead against hers and smile. “We’re married.”
She giggles. “Yes, we are.”