Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“I’ll sunbathe nude in the backyard.”
“One of the beauties of LA. It’s always sunny,” I joke before pulling apart his cheeks. His hole looks so damn tight, this small pink pucker that has my mouth absolutely fucking watering to devour him. “God, it’s such a pretty little hole, baby.” I rub it with my fingertip, then pull back and watch it clench and relax again.
“Lick me, husband. Please, I want your mouth.”
“Hold it open for me,” I instruct, knowing how much he likes it when I tell him what to do.
Without an ounce of embarrassment, Eric reaches back, grabs his ass, and pulls his cheeks apart. I look up at him, at the curve of his back and his face as he looks at me over his shoulder. There’s wanton hunger in the blue of his eyes, and I know he needs this as much as me, needs to cement the changes in our relationship in a primal way.
“You’re so fucking fine. Look at you, my best friend, my husband who wants my tongue so badly.” It feels good to be able to talk to him like this, to be myself and not feel any kind of shame the way Malcolm would have made me feel if I’d done this with him. There is no room for that between Eric and me. There never has been, and there never will be.
“Do it. I fucking need it. Need your mouth before I fuck you.”
My cock twitches. I can’t wait anymore, so I dive in, face all up in his ass, licking and sucking and tasting his hole. I could spend the whole night right here, making a meal of his ass.
“That feels so good. Eat me out. I’m dying for your tongue.”
I use my teeth to nip at the inside of his cheeks, then probe his rim with my tongue, flicking over it, trying to soften him up and push my way inside him. Eric pushes back against me, like he’s trying to ride my face. Next time, I want to lie down and let him sit on my face while I devour him.
I kiss his cheeks while I use one finger to press inside him. When I find his prostate, his body jerks in pleasure. “You like that?”
“You know I do.”
I continue to alternate between finger- and tongue-fucking him, working myself in as deep as I can. Eric makes hungry, needy noises, begging me to keep going, telling me how amazing it feels, his words interspersed with I’m in love with you.
I smile into his ass each time he says it, knowing he’s doing it on purpose so I have no doubt what he means. I’m still a work in progress. One admission won’t change my self-esteem or make me unlearn what my past and Malcolm did to me, but with Eric by my side, I know I’ll get there.
My cock is throbbing, and as much as I love this, my ass is hungry for him too. I need him to fill me, to fuck me and claim me and shoot his load deep inside me.
As if reading my mind, Eric says, “I can’t hold off much longer. We keep doing this, and I’m going to come. I need inside you first.”
“Me too.” I push to my feet, cock hard and heavy. I turn off the water, then get out and grab a towel for Eric first, before getting another for myself.
We laugh as we make quick work of drying off. “Race you,” he teases, and then we’re going even faster, wiping the towels all over ourselves, before dropping them to the floor and running for the bed.
I get there first and immediately fall to my back on the mattress.
“Cheater,” he teases.
“How did I cheat?”
“I’m injured.”
“Your face, not your legs.”
“I’m still healing from my broken ankle.” He grins, tosses the lube onto the mattress, then joins me.
I take in his face again, somehow having let what happened slip from my mind.
“Don’t do that, D. Don’t feel bad. I was defending my man the same way my man would defend me.”
My heart shatters, in the best possible way. I wrap my hand around the back of Eric’s head and pull his mouth down on mine, pushing my tongue between his lips, trying to show him that yes, he’s my man and I’m his.
He smiles into the kiss, leaning over me. I can tell by his movements that he’s opening the lube and squirting some onto his fingers while we lose ourselves in the kiss.
I spread my legs farther when he works his hand between them, back behind my balls, until his finger finds my hole. He pushes inside me. The two of us continue to make out while he works me open with first one, then two fingers, in and out, twisting and probing and driving me wild. My body melts, adjusting to having something inside me and craving more.