Chapter 27 #2
He does the same thing on the opposite breast and he’s leaving me primed and ready for him. He moves his mouth down my abdomen and I’m panting. My gaze watches him, antsy to see what his next move is.
“Indy, you want my mouth, my fingers or my cock?” he asks me.
“All of you,” I confess. After all these years, there’s no way I’m depriving myself of any part of this man.
He gives me a lazy smile, as if he’s satisfied with my answer, then begins his pursuit down my body. Past my bellybutton, he begins shimmying my pajama shorts off my body, my panties following suit as well.
I’m fully exposed in front of him and he stands up to look at me for a moment. I’m about to ask what’s wrong when he speaks.
“Indiana, you are magnificent,” he says, almost breathlessly. “How did I become so lucky to call myself your husband?”
I move my hands to cover my face, but Tyler must sense what I’m about to do, and he grabs them before I have a chance to do so.
“Absolutely not. You will keep your eyes on me while I feast on this pussy of mine. Make sure your screams are loud so the whole neighborhood knows I’m making my wife feel good tonight.
When I finish my meal, we’re going to try some of the scenes you highlighted in those books you sent me. ”
Oh fuck. This man is going to ruin me.
Before I can react any further, he gets on his knees, pushes my knees open and swipes his tongue through my folds. My pelvis nearly juts off the bed. It feels so damn good. Just like he asked, I scream loudly at the contact.
“That’s it, baby. You taste so good.” He keeps his eyes focused on me as he swipes again, his tongue getting well acquainted with my center. The intensity of his gaze only ignites me further in my core.
He focuses on my clit, then slips a finger inside me. I can’t help the sounds I’m making, my head falling back and my breathing becoming erratic. Fuck, he’s good at this. I forgot how good we are together. My orgasm begins to build, like a rollercoaster going up the tracks.
“Ty, you’re going to make me come,” I say into the dark room.
He adds another finger, finding that special spot that makes me see stars behind my eyes. My back arches then he sucks on my clit. I move my hips at an uncontrollable pace against his face, seeking out the friction I need because this man is making me crazy.
“Yes, like that, fuck.” My thighs squeeze his face in place as my orgasm rockets through me. My vision goes dark and a million little stars ricochet behind my eyes, while every part of my skin feels like it’s on fire.
I’m panting as I start to come down from my release. Tyler is trailing open-mouthed kisses up my body, the wetness causing goosebumps to line my skin. I can’t help the giggle that escapes, a smile of satisfaction marring my lips.
“I could watch you cum for the rest of my life,” he confesses and all I feel is warmth at his words.
“Why do you have your pants on still,” I complain, noticing his jeans still covering his very hard cock. I start to fiddle with the waistband of his pants, but he stands and begins to finish removing them. His socks and shoes follow along with it.
When he starts to slide his pants and boxers all the way down, his dick springs free and I salivate at the sight. Can a penis be pretty? Because his sure is.
I move to stroke his cock in my hands, thanking myself for the manicure I got a few days ago. The red polish is a stark contrast around his velvety skin. I look up to see his eyes hooded and it spurs me on to keep stroking him.
“Fuck, Indy. Feeling you touching me is everything, but I won’t last. I need to be inside you.
I think I’ll need to have these lips around my cock later.
” He moves his thumbs along my lower lip to emphasize his point.
“But right now, I want to feel your pussy tightening around my dick and milking me for all I’ve got. ”
Oh, this man and his dirty mouth. I feel wetter just hearing his words.
His hands move to circle around my throat. I keep my hands moving along his cock while he moves his mouth closer to my ear. “How does that sound, wife? Do you want me to fuck you? You want it slow and soft, or hard and rough?”
I fucking whimper. I swear Tyler lives up to the bad boy image fantasies are made of.
“The rougher the better,” I confess.
“Good girl,” he says, pulling his face a few inches away from mine so I can see a devilish gleam pull at his features.
Before I can register what’s going on, he grabs me as if I weigh nothing and tosses me to the center of the bed.
“Be right back,” he tells me, then stalks off, leaving me exposed.
I crease my brows, curiosity marring my features. He doesn’t leave me wondering for long, his naked body returns quickly, this time with a bottle of lube, and something else that has my brows shooting up.
“Um, you came prepared.” I balk.
“Well, better prepared than sorry,” he says, his smile telling me he’s more excited than anything. “Plus, after a few years of someone sending me highlighted dirty books, I had references.” He quirks a brow and I can’t help the laugh that escapes.
He places the lube on the bedside table, along with a strip of condoms. How many times are we going at it right now?
As if he can read my mind, he says, “Oh, one is not going to be enough for what I’ve got planned for us, Indy.”
Grabbing the scarf he brought with him, he juts his chin. “You trust me?”
I nod and he grabs my hands.
He brings my arms above my head and ties my wrists to the headboard. I can’t help the surge of excitement that passes through me.
“What if I want to touch you?” I ask him, my voice gravelly.
“That’s the fun, baby,” he says. Once he’s done securing my hands, he kisses the spot where I’m bound. I expected him to be a bit rougher, but his contact is seductive and soft. It surprises me and I feel like melting right here in this spot.
He trails his lips down my arm, then moves down to my ear and jaw, goosebumps erupting on my skin.
My nipples harden even more, something I thought impossible.
I’m turned on something fierce. My hips begin to grind against his leg, seeking out friction.
I pull against the restraints, irritated I can’t touch him.
I feel him chuckle against my skin and I grunt in frustration.
“So impatient,” he murmurs.
“I need you,” I insist.
“You have me,” he says between trailed kisses along my skin.
“I want you in me. I think you said something about fucking me hard and rough.” This time when I move my hips, I feel his hard cock brushing against my center and he moans. I’m soaking for him at this point and I assume he’s coated with my wetness.
“Fuck, you’re really making it hard for me to prolong this,” he says, biting my nipple, causing me to cry out. “So fucking sensitive. I love that.” He drags his tongue along my sensitive bud and I whimper.
“Tyler, please,” I beg, needing to feel another release. It’s been years in the making at this point and I’m at a breaking point.
He reaches over, grabbing the foil packet. Once he’s rolled the condom on, I see he’s ignored the lube, probably because I’m more than ready for him without it.
He sits back, his erection at attention, with a look of adoration in his gaze. With hooded eyes, he licks his lower lip.
“You’re absolute perfection, Indy. Once I start fucking you, I might never stop,” he admits.
“Promise?” I say, with a coy smile.
Without another word, Tyler lines himself up, and plunges in. I feel so full, so complete. We both moan in satisfaction, and I wrap my legs around his middle. He doesn’t move right away. He swings his head back and cries out, just as lost in this feeling as I am.
“Fuck, Indy. I forgot how good you feel,” he says and I’m still getting used to his size. He’s stretching me to the point I can’t even form words.
He pulls out of me all the way to the tip, then slams in again. This time, I scream out in euphoria. It doesn’t take long for my orgasm to begin to build again. His cock is hitting that spot, especially the way my clit is bumping against his pubic bone. It’s damn perfection.
My breasts are so sensitive, the way they’re bouncing as he plunges into me is almost painful. I feel like everything is adding to this addictive feeling that’s going to push me over the edge.
“Ty, I’m right there. Keep fucking me like that,” I tell him.
He decides to push me a little further, grabbing one of my legs, and bringing it over his shoulder. It feels like he’s pushing his dick even deeper. Holy shit, how the hell am I going to survive a whole weekend of this man?
That’s it, my orgasm surges through me like a damn rocket ship. Stars, no fireworks, go off throughout my body. I scream his name, and my vision goes blank for a second time. It’s the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
While I’m coming down from my own high, it only intensifies for Tyler.
He brings my leg down and opens me wider, pounding into me rapidly.
The headboard is striking the wall at a faster rate, and I couldn’t care less if the entire neighborhood can hear us.
Watching this man lose himself because of me and our passion is beyond intoxicating.
His face is pulled into a euphoric trance, his brows tense. I look down to watch his dick move in and out of me; it’s so fucking hot. His pace is relentless and soon I can tell he’s close, only spurring me on to feel another impending orgasm of my own.
“I can feel you tightening around me, Indy. Are you close again?” he asks me between heaving pants.
I nod, unable to use words at this point.
“Come with me, baby,” he says and the slapping of skin only adds to the intensity between us.
He brings his thumb to my clit and I detonate. Tyler brings his mouth to mine and my moans get swallowed by our connection. He releases into the condom, pumping into me a few more times. He falls to my side, whispering my name as his breaths are coming in heavy pants, both of us sweating and spent.