Gennady
I tasted her before on my fingers, but this is different.
This is worship.
I settle between her thighs, pushing them wider to make room for my shoulders, and take a moment just to look at her. She's pink and swollen from earlier, glistening with arousal, and the sight makes my cock twitch despite having just come down her throat.
"I know I don't have to." I press a kiss to her inner thigh, then the other, working my way slowly toward where she needs me most. "I want to. I've been thinking about tasting you properly since the moment I put my mouth on your lip in that car."
"That was different—"
"Was it?" I look up at her, holding her gaze. "I wanted you then. I want you now. The location is the only thing that's changed."
Before she can respond, I lower my head and lick a long, slow stripe up her center.
She gasps, her hips jerking off the bed.
"Stay still," I command, pressing a hand to her stomach to hold her down. "Let me enjoy this."
I lick her again, exploring every fold, every sensitive spot. She tastes like sex and salt and something uniquely her, and I'm already addicted. When I find her clit and circle it with my tongue, she cries out.
"Oh god—Gennady—"
I alternate between long, slow licks and focused attention on her clit, learning what makes her moan, what makes her thighs tremble. She's responsive in a way that drives me insane, every touch draws a reaction, every change in pressure makes her gasp or whimper.
I could do this for hours. Could spend the entire night between her legs, making her come over and over until she's boneless and begging.
And I will. Eventually.
But right now, I want to watch her fall apart.
I slide two fingers inside her, feeling how tight she still is despite being thoroughly fucked earlier. She clenches around me immediately, and I have to adjust my position to relieve the pressure on my hardening cock.
"You're so responsive," I tell her, pumping my fingers slowly. "So perfect. Do you have any idea what you do to me?"
"Gennady, please—"
"Please what?"
"I need—I'm so close—"
"I know." I curl my fingers inside her, finding that spot that makes her back arch off the bed.
I place my tongue over her clit again and increase the pressure, the speed, combining the thrust of my fingers with focused attention from my mouth.
She's right on the edge, I can feel it in the way her muscles tense, the way her breathing turns choppy and desperate.
She comes with a scream that's torn from her as her walls clamp down on my fingers so hard it borders on painful. I work her through it, drawing out every last pulse of pleasure until she's pushing at my head, oversensitive and trembling.
Only then do I pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I crawl up her body.
She's gorgeous like this, flushed and dazed, hair a mess on my pillow, lips parted as she struggles to catch her breath. Her eyes are unfocused, lost in the aftermath, and the satisfaction I feel at reducing her to this is primal.
"You taste incredible," I tell her, kissing her so she can taste herself on my tongue. "I'm going to do that every fucking day for the rest of our lives."
She makes a small whimpering sound and I feel her twitching beneath me.
"You like that idea?" I ask, already knowing the answer from the way her pupils dilate. "You like knowing I'm going to put my mouth on you every single day? That I'm going to make you come until you can't remember your own name?"
"Yes," she whispers.
"Good." I fist my cock, even though my balls are aching with the exertion coming twice so soon already.
"Again?" she asks, breathless.
"You're sore." My hand slides down to rest possessively on her stomach. "And I plan to keep you very busy tomorrow, so you need to recover."
She's quiet for a moment, then her hand covers mine. "You really want me pregnant?"
I groan, just hearing her say it heats my blood.
"Yes. I want to watch your body change. Want to see you grow round with my child. Want to fuck you while you're pregnant and know that every part of you belongs to me."
Her breath catches. "That's..."
"Possessive? Territorial?" I supply. "Yes. I am. You're mine, Matilda. And I'm going to spend the rest of my life making sure you never forget it."
"I've never felt like this before," she admits quietly. "Like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be."
"That's because you are." I nuzzle into her hair, breathing in the scent of her. "You belong here. With me. In my bed. Carrying my name and eventually my children."
"You make it sound so simple."
"It is simple." I press another kiss to her shoulder. "I want you. You want me. Everything else is just details."
She laughs softly. "I don't think that's how marriage works."
"It's how our marriage works." My hand slides from her stomach to her hip, squeezing possessively as I continue the torturous strokes on my cock. "We make our own rules, Matilda."
I move my hand to lift her leg, hooking it backwards over mine and adjusting to the head of my cock bumps against her entrance. I jerk faster, the heat of her driving me wild.
"Come inside me, Gennady," she says, and my balls tighten.
I thrust forward until just the head of my cock slips into her swollen channel, and blow my load with a groan.
I soften almost immediately, my cock and balls unable to do anything else, and pull Matilda against me whispering to her that she is the best thing that has ever happened to me as we drift off to sleep.