Chapter 21 | Bianca #2
His lips formed a lascivious smile. “You want to know how you taste, Bianca?” he asked, lowering to touch his tongue to my sensitive opening. With his eyes cemented to mine, he slowly dragged his tongue up my slit.
“Yes...” I cried, writhing beneath him as he touched his lips to my pussy again. His fingers pulled me open further, and I felt his tongue ease inside me.
He stared into my soul, his gaze never leaving mine, as he fucked me with his skillful tongue. Unable to control my body, I fucked him back, loving the juts of his tongue on my sensitive inner walls.
“Come for me, and I’ll tell you,” he demanded softly.
“I want you to come too,” I said, aching to please him.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he said, his smile deepening. “That’s a definite. But you’re going to come multiple times tonight.”
Emotion overwhelmed me as I observed this man, one who I’d known for so long during a life I’d found little joy in. Besides Alexis, there had been so much pain and despondency, and hope welled deep within that I could truly find joy in this next chapter.
“Michael...” I whispered, pushing into his mouth as his tongue worked magic at my core.
“Come for me, stella,” he rasped, finding my clit with his lips and sucking deep. He pulled and tugged on the sensitive nub before flicking it back and forth with his tongue. The sensation was maddening, and I closed my eyes, unable to fight the imminent orgasm.
His tongue took me to heaven, and I flew over the edge, laughing with joy as Michael groaned with pleasure against my core. My body shuddered beneath him as a thousand sparks of bliss ignited every cell of my skin.
When the shudders calmed, Michael rose to his knees and pressed the tip of his cock to my drenched opening.
“You want to know what you taste like, stella?” he repeated, his voice rough with desire.
I nodded as he thrust inside, coating his cock with my arousal as my ravaged body allowed him access. He ran his cock over every crevice of my pussy before sliding out and climbing atop my frame.
Resting his knees beside each of my shoulders, he touched his cock to my lips.
“Savor how sweet you are, Bianca. It’s the finest taste I’ve ever known...”
He slid between my lips, his cock coated in my come; doused with my slick. The act was primal. Naughty. So fucking sexy.
My lips tightened as I swallowed him deep, tasting myself upon his thick shaft as he fucked my mouth in arduous strokes.
“God, you’re so fucking hot, wife,” he gritted, his hips undulating as he fucked me harder. “Jesus, how did I ever live without this?”
I wondered the same thing as he claimed my mouth. How had I ever endured sex with Victor when I’d had the possibility of experiencing something so profound and erotic with Michael? Good lord, life really wasn’t fair. I wanted the last twenty years back so I could make up for lost time.
Michael’s lips formed a knowing smile as he loomed above me. “I know, mia. I’m pissed too, but we’ve found each other now, haven’t we?”
I nodded, my lips tightening around his cock, and he groaned with pleasure.
Suddenly, he popped free of my lips and lowered.
Lifting one of my legs over each of his shoulders, he rose above me and pushed my legs high, opening me wide.
Pressing the tip of his dick to my quivering pussy, he drove home, surging deep as my head fell back on the pillow.
His hips worked at a frenzied pace, fucking me as if he’d never have the chance again. Pressing his forehead to mine, he drew me into a passionate kiss as his cock claimed every inch of my deep, tight vise.
“I taste you on your tongue,” he said, sucking my tongue deep as his hips hammered home. “Did you like tasting yourself on my dick, Bianca? You like being my dirty little wife, don’t you?”
Fuck. The naughty words were so damn sexy, I felt my body slam into another orgasm before I even knew it was coming. Michael laughed against my lips, his breaths labored as he fucked me.
“My naughty Bianca,” he breathed before resting his face in my neck as his body tensed. “Jesus, your pussy is so fucking hot. Milk me, mia. Take it all...fuck!”
All words ceased as we climaxed together, Michael’s body jerking so violently, I lowered my hands to his shoulders to steady him. His body jolted against mine, his release emptying deep within me before he collapsed atop my depleted frame.
He slumped to my side, his thigh draped over mine as we lay in a pool of sated ecstasy. Michael’s release slowly slid from my body, but I couldn’t muster the energy to move. Instead, I cuddled into him, my fingernails gliding over his scalp as he tenderly nuzzled my neck.
“Jesus,” he rasped, pressing gentle kisses to my neck. “I’m too old for this.”
Joyful laughs left my throat, echoing across the room as he smiled against my cooling skin.
“We’re both too old,” I said, nuzzling the gray hair at his temple. “But man, it’s so good. Thank goodness I jog. Otherwise, my heart might give out.”
His laughter surrounded me as he took my hand and placed my palm over his heart. The scratchy hairs beneath tickled my skin as he gazed into my eyes.
“Mine too. Take good care of it,” he said, his voice laced with emotion. “It’s always belonged to you.”
My chin trembled as I fought the tears that stung my eyes. Realizing it was no use, a tear fell from each eye, wetting my cheeks as I fought the overwhelming feelings I was only barely beginning to understand.
“Michael,” I whispered, not knowing what to say; lost for words in a moment too profound for me to comprehend.
“Shh, mia,” he said, wiping the wetness away with his thumb. “It’s okay. Let your husband sleep. You’re exhausting.” He winked before lowering his head to the juncture of my chest and shoulder and pulling me into his strong body.
Breathing a laugh, I snuggled into him as emotions continued to claw at the ravaged corners of my heart. “You do all the work,” I said, kissing his thick hair. “You need to let me do more. I want to please you.”
He grunted softly, and I took that as a sign the conversation was over. Sure enough, a few moments later, his light snores washed over my skin.
Giggling at his snores, much like the young girl I’d been all those years ago when he’d first seduced me under the stars, I settled into our embrace and held my husband as he slept.