a bra, so I break the kiss to relish the sight of her breasts. I take one inside my mouth.
I suck on Triss's breast and she gasps. I caress the other one and rub her nipple as I circle its twin with the tip of my tongue. The peaks harden just like my cock. I twist one gently and tug the other between my lips. Triss lets out a louder moan. Her hands clutch my hair.
I continue to peel off her dress so that she's just in a pair of black lace panties that ride low on her hips. I have the urge to rip them off but I leave them for now.
I plant a kiss on the scar I saw the day I met her instead. Triss draws in a breath.
"That tickles," she complains half-heartedly.
"What caused it?" I ask curiously as I trace it carefully with my fingers.
Now that Triss is my wife, I want to know everything about her.
"A shard of glass," she answers. "I dropped a bottle of tequila and broke it. Jim got angry."
I can't help but feel angry too. My jaw clenches.
"I wish you'd never met him," I say.
"Me, too," Triss says. "But I should have known my life was going to take a hellish turn after Harvey started taking drugs."
"Harvey?"
"My father," she explains. "He was the one who sold me to a Jim for a month's supply of weed."
And I thought Otto was bad.
"Your mother didn't stop him?" I ask.
"My mother was dead by then. Hit and run. Her death is the reason my father lost his mind."
I frown. "I'm sorry."
Both for hearing it and for bringing it up in the first place.
Triss shakes her head. "Now, can we continue?"
"With pleasure."
Any more of this grim talk and my erection might wilt completely.
I plant another kiss on top of her scar, then start to lick it. Triss lets out a giggle so I keep going. This is how I want her to be - laughing, carefree.
I'm going to make her forget all the horrible things she had to go through. Starting now.
I plant the next kiss on the front of her underwear. Then I slip my thumbs beneath the garter and pull it down. As she lifts her knees, I catch a glimpse of her other pair of lips, rosy, parted and glistening with her own sweet substance that's oozing out of her. It seems like a flower beckoning me to come closer and have a taste, daring me to. I swallow.
After I pull her underwear off and toss it aside, I grip Triss's thighs. I push them apart and bring my face closer to her mesmerizing petals. A sweet scent drifts into my nostrils and my cock throbs.
"Antonio." Triss lifts her head. "What are you doing?"
I meet her questioning eyes for a second. What am I doing? Don't tell me she hasn't experienced this before.
The thought sends ripples of desire through my veins. I open my mouth and lick her.
"Stop." Triss tries to push me away. "You're not supposed to do that. It's dirty down there. And embarrassing. And - "
She gasps as I part her soft, wet lips and slip my tongue in between them. Triss's thighs tremble and the hand on my head grips my hair.
She's not pushing me away anymore.
I grab her hand and lock my fingers with hers. I do the same with the other as I push my tongue further inside. Triss's curls tickle my nostrils. The sweet taste of her heat drifts into my mouth. My cock strains against my boxers.
I rub my tongue against her and savor her sweetness. More of it seems to come out as she moans. Her hands clutch mine.
I pull my tongue out to drag its tip along her quivering lips. I catch a glimpse of her rosy nub already peeking out of hiding. I brush my lips against it and start to lick it.
Triss squirms. Her hips rise from the mattress. Her nails dig into my knuckles.
"Antonio." My name comes out of her mouth as a whimper.
I keep going until she's trembling even more. She struggles to free her hands but I hold them tight.
"Wait. I..."
Triss lets out a cry as the lips in front of me twitch. I let her hands go and she grips my hair. She pulls me towards her as her thighs trap my head in place.
So much for pushing me away.
She does that as soon as her hands stop shaking and her thighs relax. This time, I