Chapter 37
Just One Taste
? i’m yours - Isabel LaRosa
Griffin
After dropping Jessie off with my parents, I head back to the house in search of my wife. I find her exactly where she’s supposed to be—in our bed, naked, and apparently impatient.
She’s in the middle of the mattress with her back against the headboard, one hand delving between her thick thighs, the other rolling her nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
“I leave you alone for thirty minutes and you just can’t fucking help yourself,” I say, my voice low and resonant. “Did I tell you to get started without me?”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have made me wait so long.”
“Eight weeks, Angel. That’s how long I’ve been waiting to have you again.” I plant my hands on the edge of the mattress. “Stop.”
Her movements immediately cease.
“Crawl to me.”
A slow smile spreads across her perfect pink lips as she shifts onto her hands and knees and does exactly that. Her heaving breasts sway beneath her, those dusky pink nipples just begging for my attention. I’m dying to taste her again, to lap up her milk and savor the flavor on my tongue.
Memories from that weekend six years ago resurface.
Wild and untamed Angelina—the woman who wrapped her fist around my heart and never let go.
I’ve been longing for rough, uninhibited sex since the moment we said I do, but that wasn’t something either of us was ready for at the time.
Then we found out she was pregnant, and I had to be gentle with her.
Not anymore.
“Take off my belt.”
She sits back on her heels and brings her hands to my buckle. A satisfying swish of leather against denim fills the quiet room as she tugs the belt out of my jeans.
“I was going to take my time with you, lick and suck every inch of your body, but you need to be punished first.”
Her face flushes the same shade as her nipples.
“You have two choices. Do you want my hand or my belt?”
“Hand,” she says airily. “I want you to spank me with your hand.”
“Good girl.” I sit on the mattress and pat my lap. “On your belly, arms behind your back.”
She stands—my perfect fucking Angel in all her naked glory—and I can’t resist getting a taste first. I cup her cheek and bring her mouth to mine. Her lips part on a moan, and I slip my tongue inside, tasting her, teasing her. When I pull back, her eyes are full of heat.
I pat my lap again.
She lies across my legs, and I take both hands, securing them behind her back with the belt. “What’s your color?”
“Green.”
“Remember, you say red, and everything stops. No questions asked. You’re safe with me.”
“Yes, sir.”
I glide my hand up her thigh, over the curve of her ass, and the small of her back, then down again. “I think ten should be sufficient. Count.”
I raise my hand and bring it down with a loud thwack. Redness blooms on her left cheek, and I soothe the sting with my palm, gently stroking over the area.
“One,” she murmurs.
I do it again, this time on the right side.
“Two.”
I repeat the motion a third and fourth time in quick succession.
“Three. Four.”
“That’s my girl. You’re taking your punishment so well.”
I squeeze the globes of her ass in my large palms, then glide my hand lower to find her already soaked pussy. “Is this turning you on?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Mm. I thought so. Your pretty little cunt is weeping for me.” I slip one thick digit inside her tight channel, stroking languidly against her inner walls.
She squirms on my lap, a whimper slipping past her lips.
“I know, baby girl. I know. We’re not done with your punishment yet, but I couldn’t help myself. ”
I grip the belt that’s wound around her wrists to hold her steady, then I bring my palm down on her ass twice on each side.
“Five. Six.” She takes a deep, shuddering inhale before finishing. “Seven. Eight.”
“That’s it. You’re almost there.”
My cock strains against my zipper as I spank her two more times and she counts each one.
“Good girl. What do you say?”
“Thank you,” she says breathlessly.
I untie her wrists and cradle her in my arms. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m okay.”
“Color?”
“Green.”
I press my lips to her forehead and inhale a hit of her warm scent. “I love you, Angel. More than anything in the world. You remember that, alright? You remember that in a minute when I become your devil.”
She draws in a sharp breath before a fire ignites in her dark irises. “Yes, sir.”
“On the bed. Face down. Let me see my pretty pussy.”
She follows each gruff command without trepidation.
With her ass in the air and her face against the mattress, she reaches back and spreads herself open for me.
I can see the red marks left behind by my palm, and the wetness dripping between her thick, dimpled thighs.
My pulse picks up at the sight of her like this, vulnerable and exposed—on display for my pleasure, each stretch mark, old and new, decorating her body like a road map of all my favorite parts.
I tie my hair into a messy bun at the top of my head so it’s not in the way, then I release my throbbing cock from my jeans, stroking roughly as the denim pools on the floor.
It won’t take much for me to come. Just seeing her like this, covered in my marks, has me ready to fucking explode. I used to have better control, but Angelina’s managed to tear it to shreds.
The urge to devour her overwhelms me.
Just one taste before I take what I need.
With my cock in hand, I kneel at the end of the bed, slapping her hands away before burying my face between her cheeks, licking and sucking at her sensitive flesh.
Her arousal is heady and intoxicating. She writhes and moans, fingers tangling in the bed sheets.
I flick my tongue against her clit, eliciting a quiet whimper.
It’s not what she needs, but I repeat the teasing motion anyway.
“Griffin,” she whines.
I nip at the soft flesh of her inner thigh. “You’ll take what I give you.”
“Yes, sir.”
Sliding my middle and ring fingers into her tight heat, I pump them in and out, staring at my gold wedding band slick with her arousal. This is how it should have been all along.
“I’m close,” she says on a stuttered inhale.
I abruptly remove my fingers, watching her wetness drip down her thighs as I roll a condom down my rigid length.
I’d love nothing more than to take her bare, but Angie went through hell bringing Jessie into the world, and I’m not taking any chances.
If someday she decides she wants more babies, I’ll give them to her with a goddamn smile on my face.
Until then, I’ll do everything in my power to protect her.
“Please,” she says.
I gather the saliva in my mouth and spit onto her asshole, watching it drip down to her pussy. She quivers when I circle her clit with my fingers. “I love how goddamn desperate you get for me. Such a needy little mess.”
“Please, Griffin. I need to come.”
“Not yet. You’ll come when I allow it.”
I coat the latex in her arousal and line the engorged head of my cock up at her entrance and push forward, watching it disappear inside of her. Her pussy stretches beautifully to accommodate my size each time I pull out and slide back in.
I groan. “This pussy was fucking made for me.” Kneading the globes of her ass, I bury myself to the hilt. “Who do you belong to?”
She turns her head to the side, face flushed and hair artfully disheveled. “No one.”
I lay a stinging slap against her ass as punishment for her defiance. “Try again.”
She smirks. “Me.”
A matching slap hits the other cheek, and she squeals.
“You’ll obey me when I’m inside of you, or you won’t like what happens next. Who do you belong to?”
“You. I’m yours,” she says defiantly.
“That’s right. Don’t you fucking forget it.” I pull out all the way and thrust forward, repeating the pattern several times. I get a smug sense of satisfaction when she groans out her frustrations.
“Beg me to fuck you.”
Shallow breaths precede her frantic voice. “Please fuck me. Please. I need it. I need it so fucking bad.”
I surge forward, sinking into her over and over.
Her sexy moans and my deep grunts of satisfaction combined with the slapping of wet flesh create an erotic soundtrack I wish I could memorize forever.
I grip her right hand, twisting it behind her back, then I press my opposite palm against the side of her head and hold her down against the mattress, pounding into her at a bruising pace.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” she chants. “Oh, my god.”
Her orgasm hits like a lightning strike, and she shudders violently beneath me, pussy pulsing around my cock as her eyes glaze over in pure bliss.
It’s not long before I follow her over the edge, emptying myself into the condom.
I pull out and lift her until her back is to my chest, overwhelmed by the need to hold and soothe her.
My lips press to her sweat-soaked temple, and that’s when I notice the faint mascara tracks down her cheeks.
“Was it too much?” I murmur against her forehead.
She shakes her head almost imperceptibly, still catching her breath.
I grip her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. “Promise?”
She brings her lips to mine, letting out a quiet exhale. “I’m perfect. You were perfect.”
I gently pull out and lay her down on her side. “Don’t move.”
Her eyes are closed, but she has a lazy smile on her face. “Okay.”
I run her a hot bath with bubbles and essential oils and set two large towels in the warmer. When I return to the bedroom, she’s expressing her milk with the manual pump, the pronounced blue and red veins visible beneath her taut, creamy skin. She’s engorged, and I haven’t had a taste yet.
“Stop looking at me like that,” she says.
“If you needed relief, you could’ve asked.”
“This is liquid gold, Griffin. I’m not wasting it on you.”
“One taste.”
“No.”
“Please, baby girl. Don’t make me beg.”
She bites down on her bottom lip, her eyes roaming over me as I stand stark naked at the foot of the bed. My cock has deflated, but it’s large even in its current state.
“You’re objectifying me with your eyes,” I tease her.
“Seems like mutual admiration to me.”
I crawl up the bed, laying my head in her lap. She pulls out the elastic band and runs her fingers through my hair as I stare at her with pleading eyes.
“Just one taste,” she says.
I roll onto my side and run my tongue around the areola in a soothing motion. She throws her head back and closes her eyes. “Why does that feel so good?”
“Because I know how to take care of you.”
I do that a few more times before wrapping my lips around her pert nipple.
It takes a moment before the sweet taste of her milk hits my tongue.
I swallow it down eagerly, my cock growing thick and hard.
Her fist wraps around me, and she jerks me roughly.
I moan around her nipple, ready to blow any second.
I release her from my mouth and shift onto my back, giving her a better angle to finish me off. It only takes a few more rough tugs before I’m coating my stomach in my release.
Angelina smirks. “Mm. Such a good boy.”
I cover my eyes with my forearm. “Jesus Christ.”
Angelina
Once my breasts are no longer throbbing, Griffin carries me to the tub and carefully sets me in the warm, sudsy water. I scoot forward, and he slides in behind me, wrapping me in his arms.
This is what heaven must feel like.
He kisses my shoulders and neck, brushing his fingers through my hair.
“I’ve never had this with anyone else. This innate trust. The safety and security to let my guard down. I know I can let go with you and you’ll always be there to catch me.”
“I promise that will never change,” he says. “You’re safe in my hands. Your body and your heart.”
I love the way he can go from manhandling me with expertise, pinning me down and fucking me like a devil, to holding me tenderly and whispering quiet words of devotion.
It’s what I was missing for a long time.
I thought I had to settle for mediocre sex to get the life I wanted, but Griffin has shown me I can have everything.
My needs don’t have to come last just because I wanted to be a wife and a mother.
I can be submissive in my sex life and take charge in every other aspect. I don’t have to choose.
He reverently washes my hair, massaging my scalp with his powerful hands.
When I’m sure this night can’t get any better, he runs a soft washcloth over every inch of my body, gentle when he touches between my thighs.
I’m still deliciously sensitive there, and I’m certain I’ll be wearing his marks for days to come.
I straddle his lap, take his mouth in a languid kiss, and wrap my fingers around his thick shaft, pumping up and down. “I love you, husband.”
He eyes me warily. “What are you doing, wife?”
I line him up at my entrance and slowly sink onto his cock.
“Angel, I don’t have a condom.”
“It’s okay. I’m on birth control.”
“What if it fails?”
“We’ll cross that bridge if we come to it. I want to feel you bare.”
His expression is pained. “What if you get sick again? I don’t think I could bear it.”
I slide my fingers into his hair, brushing it away from his face. “It was worth it. Make love to me, Griffin.”
He grips my hips, rocking me forward and back, his cock hitting me at just the right angle.
I cradle his head and hold him against my chest, certain he can feel the erratic rhythm of my heart against his cheek.
He pulls my nipple into his mouth, adding another delicious sensation and ratcheting me higher and higher until there’s nowhere to go but down.
I tumble off the cliff, succumbing to another forceful orgasm.
His head drops back against the rim of the tub, and he groans out his release, filling me completely.
I take his mouth in one more deep kiss, our hearts and bodies entwined.
When we both come down from the high, he wraps us each in a warm towel, and I sit at the bathroom vanity while he meticulously dries my hair.
I’ve never been cared for like this before, except six years ago when I spent a weekend with a sexy cowboy who’d unknowingly stolen my heart.
I help him change the bed linens, and we collapse into bed, too tired to do anything but cuddle and fall asleep in each other’s arms.