Chapter 13 #2
I don’t even bother starting at the top. Holding her hips in my hands, I sip at her belly button and then follow the wine all the way to her clit. I lap at her, tasting wine and her mixed together as she makes a strangled sound from somewhere above and pumps her hips toward me.
Catching her gaze, I rock back onto my heels. “Delicious, baby. Give me some more.”
She drizzles wine on herself again, and I lick her clean, this time lingering to suck and bite at her, a man consumed. Then I hook her leg over my shoulder and spear her with my tongue, fucking her deep.
“Priest,” she cries out. “Holy shit. Fuck.”
I know the feeling. She tastes amazing, and I love fucking her pussy this way, drinking her up, and making her wild for me. She’s so hot and wet, moaning, rubbing her pussy on my face, and it’s the single most erotic moment of my life.
I’m relentless, driving into her then sucking her clit, until she’s whimpering.
Wine spills on the carpet, splashes on her, on me.
We don’t care. We’re both lost to everything but each other.
I grip her firm cheeks and then can’t resist slicking some of the wetness seeping from her between them, over her tight hole.
She stiffens and clenches, pushing forward into my face.
I tilt my head back so she can see herself all over me, keeping my finger pressed tightly to her ass. “Someday, I’m going to fuck you here, baby.”
She catches her lower lip in her teeth, watching me, obscenely beautiful against the backdrop of the never-sleeping casino. While she watches, I suck on her clit and increase the pressure on that tight ring of muscle, working my way into her.
“Priest,” she says again, breathless. “Please.”
I love making this woman beg for me. It’s more addictive than any drug. I keep sucking, pushing, giving her body time to adjust. I’m knuckle-deep when she twists against me, the pressure of my finger in her ass and the suction I keep up on her clit leaving her with no choice.
She comes hard, falling against me, and it’s beautiful.
I need to be inside her.
Now.
I withdraw from her and stand, reaching for my fly. My dick is already leaking, more than ready.
Her eyes are closed, head tilted back against the glass.
“Luna, look at me.”
Long black lashes flutter open. Her eyes are glazed, her cheeks flushed.
“It’s time,” I tell her.
And she knows what I mean. It’s past time we consummated this marriage. She’s mine, and I’m not letting her go.
She bites her lip, not saying anything.
“I need a yes from you,” I add.
I know she wants me, but we’re doing this the right way. Not that fucking my wife for the first time against a glass wall high over my family casino is necessarily the right way.
“Yes, but this doesn’t change anything,” she says. “I’m still going to finish my MFA, and I still want a divorce.”
She’s kicked out of her yoga pants and panties by now, and I lift her leg to hook around my hip again.
The tank is still yanked up, so I take it the rest of the way off, and then she’s reaching for my undershirt, pulling it over my head.
“You can tell yourself anything you want, baby,” I say.
She’s fiercely gorgeous, defiance burning back to life now that her orgasm has faded. But she still wants more. I abandon my fly in favor of playing with her clit. Light strokes, teasing her. She’s fucking soaked, and I know it won’t take much to get her off a second time.
“I mean it, gangster,” she huffs out, her breath faster, hips chasing my touch.
I kiss her, devouring her, and she kisses me back like it’s the last kiss she’ll ever have. Our tongues play. I don’t stop until we’re both almost out of our minds.
Then I rub my scruff along her jaw, my lips at her temple. “Unzip me.”
Luna doesn’t like being told what to do, but she doesn’t hesitate now. Her fingers are on my fly, the metal teeth gliding down.
“Take out my cock.”
She does, the feeling of her fingers wrapped around my dick almost enough to make my head explode.
“Feel how hard you make me.”
She strokes me, tentatively at first, and then with more enthusiasm. I know she hasn’t had a lot of boyfriends. She’s been too caught up in her studies.
“I’m clean,” I tell her.
She blinks, then nods. “Me too.”
“I know.”
Her brow furrows, and I can see her brain whirring. Thinking. I don’t want that now. I just want her.
I kiss her again, increasing the pressure on her greedy clit.
She makes a desperate, throaty sound that has my balls going tight and strokes me harder, faster.
I’m on the edge, so I break the kiss.
“Take my cock now, baby.”
Our foreheads are pressed together. A trickle of sweat glides down my spine.
She guides my dick to her pussy and then grinds against me.
I feel the hot, wet kiss of her on my cock head, and then I’m inside her.
And fuck, it’s so good, so damn good. Better than I ever imagined, going bare inside Luna.
She’s strangling my dick, almost forcing me out.
One roll of my hips, and I’m deeper. This is where I belong, deep inside her. A raw, feral surge of possessiveness hits me.
She’s mine .
“Hold on to me,” I warn her.
She grasps my shoulders, clinging to me, obeying.
I kiss her while I fuck her. Hard kisses to match my deep thrusts.
Her head bounces off the glass. I plant one palm on the window, leveraging myself as the other hand stays between her legs, working her clit.
We’re kissing and fucking, a tangled mess of breath and bodies and tongues.
She comes on me, and I swallow her cry with my mouth, drinking it down, ravenous for her. For every part of herself she has to give. I want it all.
And as her pussy clenches on my dick, I thrust one more time before I lose control, coming inside her and filling her up just like I promised I would.
My heart is pounding along with hers, our bodies slicked with sweat, and below us, the casino carries on like nothing has changed, when everything has.
“I’m keeping you, Luna Andriani.”
Her head dips to my shoulder, almost as if in prayer, and she says nothing.