Chapter 35
Quentin
Her cry arrows straight to my groin. All the blood has drained to my crotch. My cock is weeping to be let out of the constraints of my pants, but not yet.
First, I need to devour my wife’s sweet pussy.
I lick up her slit, and she shudders. And when I stab my tongue inside her wet channel, she groans.
"Q, please, please, please—" She bites off the next word, for I’ve shoved two fingers inside her cunt.
"Quentin," she screams and writhes, and I weave my fingers in and out of her, in and out.
She tugs at my hair, throws her head back and pants.
And when I hit the button on the remote controlling her butt plug, her body jolts.
"Omigod, omigod," she pants and warbles.
When her legs tremble, I rise to my feet.
Holding her upright with one hand on her shoulder, I turn her around and undo the buttons on her dress.
It falls to her ankles in a pool of white.
I pull out the pins in her hair and the blonde strands fall in a cloud of gold around her shoulders.
I shrug out of my jacket, undo my bow tie and toss them both aside.
Then I walk around in a slow circle surveying the dip of her waist, the curve of her hips, the fleshy thighs which I can’t wait to mark, the wiry hair on her unshaven pussy lips, which I adore.
This is the first time I've seen her naked, and she is everything I imagined. And more. Without taking my gaze off that triangle of flesh between her legs, I undo the button of one shirt sleeve and roll it up to my elbows, then the other. Something prompts me to look up at her face. She’s staring at my forearms with something like fascination.
I flex one, and she draws in a sharp breath.
"Everything okay?" I smirk.
She nods slowly. "Do you think I could make love to your forearms?"
Of all the surprising things to say— I plant my palms on my hips. "Let me get this right, you want to hump my forearms?"
"They’re freakin’ sexy, is all."
"If I’d known all I had to do was show off my forearms, I might have done it a long time ago."
“Specifically, your forearms with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows.” She sighs.
Warmth suffuses my chest. A rush of pride engulfs my veins. One compliment from her, and I’m floored. I’ve got it bad, all right.
I want to say something blithe to deflect from the fact I’m halfway to blushing. A first for me, because... As much as I want her to submit and gain my approval, it seems… I want hers, too, and that’s never happened before.
She flushes under my scrutiny. "Ignore me. Clearly, I have a forearm fetish.”
It’s too easy an opening, and I take it, because the alternative would be that I deal with these awkward feelings, the kind I’ve never faced before. I jerk my chin in her direction. "Time to find out what other fetishes you have. On your knees."
"What?" She jerks up her chin.
"On your knees, baby."
She hesitates, then complies.
I walk over to sit at the foot of the bed. "Now crawl to me."
"What? Why?" There’s a note of horror in her voice. Yet her pupils dilate, and a ripple runs through her body. Her breasts seem to swell, the nipples hardening into pinpoints.
“Are you saying you’re not turned on by the prospect of obeying me?” I drawl.
She swallows, then shakes her head. I confess, it's a test to find out how willing she is to submit. And when the pulse at the base of her neck kicks up in speed, I know she’s ready. So ready. She needs that push, that permission to give in and enjoy her proclivities.
I glare at her, and the color slips from her features. She places her palms on the floor, then moves forward.
My blood thrums in my veins. Satisfaction fills my chest. “Good girl. You’re perfect,” I praise.
As she crawls, the globes of her breasts sway, the flesh of her thighs jiggles in a manner that makes me want to squeeze them and put my mark on the creamy flesh.
And when I touch the app on my phone controlling the butt plug, a full body shiver grips her.
She reaches me, and when I widen the space between my legs, she comes to a halt between them.
“Do you want to suck your master’s cock?
Do you want me to fuck your face and use your mouth for my pleasure? ”
A moan bleeds from her lips. Her pupils are so dilated, there’s only a ring of green around the irises. And when she nods, fire zips down my spine. My shaft expands further, and I take several deep breaths to stop myself from coming in my pants. "Unzip me," I order.
She does it at once, and since I’m not wearing boxers, my cock springs out.
She swallows. Her eyes grow round as she takes in the length, the vein running over the back of my shaft, the drops of precum that dot the crown.
I squeeze my dick from base to crown and she licks her lips. "Want to taste it?"
She nods.
“What do you say?” I growl.
“Y... yes Sir. I want to taste it, Sir. Please.”
“Such a good little submissive, wanting to suck her Sir’s cock.” Satisfaction crowds my chest. "Greedy, aren’t you, little girl?"
She nods again, almost panting in her excitement. “Yes Sir. I am, Sir. Please, please, I want to take you down my throat, Sir.”
The satisfaction in my chest grows until it resembles a tsunami of desire, which hardens my groin and extends my shaft further. "Open your mouth," I snap.
When she does, I wrap my fingers around her neck and press hard enough for her breath to falter. Then I urge her close and slide my cock over her tongue. When I hit the back of her throat, she gags. “Relax your jaw,” I order. She does. And then, without being told, she hollows her cheeks.
The hot, tight suction on my cock lights a fire in my veins.
Her mouth is sheer heaven. And the fact that she’s my wife, flashing green sparks at me from under her lashes as she lets me stuff my dick down her throat, elevates the experience to something nearing nirvana.
My heart rate accelerates. My pulse drums at my temples, at my wrists, even in my fucking balls.
I increase the pace, begin to pump into her mouth.
Watching my cock disappear between her lips is something I’ve fantasized about since the moment I laid eyes on her lush lips, but nothing could have prepared me for how incredibly perfect it feels.
Tears squeeze out from the corners of her eyes, drool drips down her chin.
Watching her fall apart tightens the knot at the base of my spine.
“I'm going to wreck you,” I promise her, meaning every word. “I’m going to break you down and put you back together, and every cell in your body is going to have my name etched into it.”
I pull out, then reach down to slide a palm between her legs. "You’re drenched. Even more, if that’s possible.”
I rise to my feet, forcing her to rise with me, then grip her hips, turn around, and drop her on the bed. She bounces once, then lays there, her hair in a golden halo around her face. The creamy skin of her neck is exposed, her breasts, the valley between her parted legs—all mine for the taking.
I reach behind me and pull my shirt up and over my head. When I step out of my pants and straighten, her breathing quickens. She stares at my upright cock, slight fear mixed with fascination on her features.
“Talk to me; tell me what you’re thinking, baby.”
“I...”—she swallows—“I was thinking that’s too big to fit.”
“You let me worry about that,” I murmur. Doesn’t stop me from preening a little and squeezing my dick from base to crown. I am human, and that look of trepidation mixed with anticipation on her face is enough to make me feel like a god.
“What if it hurts?” she croaks.
“I’ll make sure it does.”
“What?” She jerks her chin up and locks her gaze on my features. When she sees the humor in my eyes, she pouts. “You’re an asshole.”
“Guilty as charged.” When was the last time I played around with a woman before fucking her? When did sex become as much about having fun as about domination?
Since I met her. Since this gorgeous woman came into my life. Sex with her is not casual. I can tell myself it’s about making her submit to me but really, it’s about my wanting to take care of her needs. To ensure she has the most incredible experience ever.
A hot sensation squeezes my ribcage. The slanting rays of the setting sun kiss her skin and turn it into burnished gold. Everything feels real and true, like I‘m on the verge of something important.
I can’t be falling in love with her. Can I? Nope, that can’t be it. It’s because she’s my wife and I’m about to consummate our marriage. That’s the reason for this melting sensation where my heart should be.
“Touch yourself, baby.”
She instantly slides her fingers between her pussy lips, and a whine spills from her mouth.
"Now thrust your fingers inside.”
She works three fingers inside her cunt, then moans.
“How does it feel?”
“It... it’s not enough.” She squirms. “I... I need more. So much more.”
"And I’m going to give it to you. It's going to feel so good; I promise.” My heart feels like it’s going to burst out of my ribcage.
The need inside me balloons until it weighs down every part of me.
I climb onto the bed and between her legs, forcing her to part them wider to accommodate the width of my shoulders.
I lick my way up one inner thigh, then the other before licking the crease on either side of her pussy.
She writhes and pushes her pelvis up, and I laugh. "Not that soon, baby."
"Fuck you," she pouts.
"I intend to."
I pull her fingers from her pussy and lick them off, then replace them with three of my own, and she cries out.
And when I curl them inside her, she bucks, squeezes her eyes shut, and lets out a long, low groan.
As she continues to writhe, I reach over and loosen one of the ropes tied to a post and hook it around her ankle.
Then replace the fingers with those of my other hand while I reach over and hook the rope from the other post to her other ankle.
Then I squeeze her thighs apart and work out the butt plug. “How does that feel?”
“I feel stretched and empty there.” Her eyelids flutter down.
“Not for long.” I throw it aside before I slap her pussy.
"Jesus," she yells, and her eyes fly open. "What was that for?"
"Making sure I have your attention."
I slap her pussy once more, and she throws her head back and groans.
She pants, and when she opens her eyes and stares at me, her gaze is heavy with lust. She tries to sit up, but the restraints around her ankles make it difficult, and she subsides.
An expression of apprehension touched with excitement fills her features.
“All right, baby?” I run my fingers down her thighs and squeeze gently.
She nods, her throat moving as she swallows.
“How do you feel?” I scan her features closely.
“A little scared; but also, excited.”
“You’re a natural, and I promise, you’re going to enjoy every moment of what I’m going to do to you.”
Her shoulders relax.
“Anytime it becomes overwhelming, you only have to ask me to stop,” I say in a soft voice.
She jerks her chin, and when she raises her gaze to mine, her eyes glitter with anticipation.
"What are you going to do now?”
"Now?” I allow myself a small smile. “I’m going to eat you out."