JETMIR
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Taking my wife up on her offer was a bad idea, but years without her, and staying faithful made me a weak, weak man. Or simply pathetic.
Yet, I didn’t give two fucks because she was mine. The moment I laid eyes on her, it was game over for me.
We barely made it inside into the kitchen when my control snapped and I had her back against the wall. I took her mouth, sliding my tongue between her soft, luscious lips. Her skin was damp, her scent wrapping all around me. In a strange way, it was calming.
I pressed my nose to her neck, nipping and licking at her soft skin. She moaned and the sound shot straight to my rock-hard dick. I inhaled deeply, memorizing her scent.
Her soft moans filled the dark kitchen, and in the distance, I could hear drizzle turn into downpour.
She was so damn sweet and responsive. It was always like that with her. My body reacted to her alone and hers to mine. Rocking into her, my cock pressed against her and she whimpered into my mouth. I wrapped one of her legs around me, and she mirrored the movement, hooking her other leg around me.
I pushed my hand into her hair, tilting her head back to meet my eyes.
“You’re always my good girl.” Her full lips were slightly parted as she watched me through her half-lidded gaze. “The universe, or whoever is up there, gave me you, and I swear, I’m going to earn you back.”
Our breaths thundered, an erratic drumbeat hummed in my ears. Her fingernails scraped at my nape, then she pulled me closer.
“Give me everything tonight,” she demanded softly.
Her lips met mine, and the moment her soft mouth brushed against mine, I thrust my tongue inside her slightly parted mouth.
Her sigh was a fucking melody. Her tongue danced in tune with mine.
She tasted exquisite, better than ever before.
Maybe it was the tequila or the fact that she wanted this as much as I did.
Sweeping her up into my arms, I carried her over to the kitchen counter, then lowered her down. “What—?” Her voice was breathy as she pressed her palms against my chest for balance. “Here?”
“Yes.” My hands were already on her tank top, ripping it off, then shimmying her out of her boy shorts. “Ah, still not wearing panties to bed, I see,” I purred.
Her eyes met mine and her lips curved into a naughty smile. “Easier access.”
A growl vibrated in my chest. “I don’t like the idea of you touching yourself when I’m not around. I should be the only one bringing you pleasure.”
She tilted her chin defiantly. “What makes you think it wasn’t another—”
My mouth swallowed her words with a hard kiss and didn’t ease up until she was panting.
“Never say that, my angel,” I warned. “Besides, I ensured no man touched my wife.”
“Best not piss me off,” she sassed back.
“I’m going to eat your pussy now.” I smiled, devouring every inch of her body with my gaze. Her body shivered in response and a deep blush colored her cheeks while her eyes blazed like wildfires. “That will keep me quiet.”
I kneeled down, and she spread her thighs wide open, welcoming me with the glimpse of her glistening pussy and the scent of her arousal.
“You’re drenched for me.” A torturous groan left my lips while my cock throbbed for her.
I slid my palm between her legs and cupped her before dragging a single finger through her folds. Her head fell back and a moan echoed through the kitchen. I swirled my fingertip around her opening, teasing her.
Both her hands grabbed my head, as if scared I’d stop, her fingers gripping my hair.
“Don’t stop,” she begged. If the world was ending, I wouldn’t stop this. This—pleasing her—was what I lived for. “Please… Oh, God.”
She pushed herself against my hand, my finger filling her. Her eyes fluttered shut, and a deep sigh followed as she rocked herself against my hand.
Fuck, how I missed her sounds.
I pulled my finger out, and her eyes snapped open. “Not yet, my angel.”
I hooked her knees over my shoulders, leaving her completely exposed to me. I buried my head between her thighs. My tongue lapped at her drenched pussy and my control was gone.
“Oh… oh...” Anya gasped, her pussy grinding against my face.
I flattened my tongue against her clit and nipped at it, then alternated between long, slow licks and fast, hard ones. I could feel her thighs trembling as I feasted on her like I was possessed. My teeth tugged on her clit, then flicked over the sensitive nub with my tongue.
I feasted on her like I hadn’t eaten in years. In fact, I hadn’t. My wife, her taste and moans were all I thought about since the day she left me, and I was quickly losing control.
“Please… God… Please.”
Her moans barely penetrated my mind as her body shuddered underneath me.
She pushed herself into my mouth, her greedy pussy wanting more.
So I pushed a finger inside her slick pussy, and my name left her lips on a scream as the orgasm ripped through her body.
She trembled against my face, and I relished in every sweet submission.
“You taste so fucking good,” I growled, lapping up every drop as she shuddered beneath me while keeping my eyes on her face. “I missed it so much.”
Her face flushed from the orgasm, our gazes held and she watched as I kept licking her, hungry for more of her juices.