me aflame. His kisses dipped lower and breathed a path along my chest until his exploring lips and tongue were introduced to my stomach, my thighs, and back up, before pinching my hard nipples through my silky top.
Our eyes met when he came back up to face me, cupping one of my tits while his free hand slipped between my legs. I jumped when his fingers invaded my heat and turned up the volume on the thumping beat in my pussy.
A deep gasping breath was dragged in and rushed out when his finger slid across my clit. He gave a quick lip-smacking peck that I gladly accepted, while I reeled from his play below.
“I’m ready to see how well your pussy gets along with my mouth. How about you? You think you’re ready?”
“Fuck. Yes,” slipped from my mouth so fast you would have thought he had asked to grant me a wish. We were toying with each other for a month, namely me tip-toeing around the unknown.
“Let’s get the rest of these clothes off,” he suggested before he went for my top, lifting it over my arms and head with a precise speed I didn’t expect. He was already yanking his shirt up by the time I reached and helped him out of it.
My fingers roamed, crawling over his ripped body, finding him hot enough to burn my fingertips. His eyes were lit with that same flaming intensity he was driving into me.
He went for my shorts and undies, and whatever reluctance I was hanging on to when I walked into the room, had melted away as quickly as he was undressing me. I eased my ass up and off the bed and gladly let him have every stitch.
Laying bare before him, he took me in. “You are so fucking sexy,” he whispered against my lips, licking them and trailing his tongue down my neck and lower along my shoulder blade.
By the time he had made it to my chest, he stiffened his tongue and dragged it over my nipple, before pulling it between his lips and sucking hard enough to induce a lazy moan. “Oh, yes.” The words trailed heavily across my vocal cords. He bit my nipple hard before pulling it between his teeth enough to make it sting, but it was an ache that pulled a satisfying groan from the pit of my stomach.
It was a pathetic truth that no one had taken this much time on my body unless I had demanded it. They usually ended up doing such a shitty job of foreplay that I would be ready to move on before the mood was lost, or I took over completely.
Arjen knew his way around my body like he’d been studying it. Whispers and gossip believed a man who engaged in too much foreplay was making up for what he lacked in sexual stamina. I prayed that this wasn’t the case with my husband.
He licked and sucked my nipples so good, that he had me poking out my tits for him to take them as he pleased. He pleasured me until my chest heaved in response to my struggle for air, and my pussy dripped in anticipation.
When his mouth and hot, wet tongue went lower, my legs spread wider, anxious for him to stroke the heavy ache he had put there. He had me soaked, hot and ready to erupt the moment his mouth caressed any waiting part of me.
Did he sense my lingering release? He didn’t go to my hottest spot right away, but massaged my hips and thighs and placed kisses all along the area. When I had calmed enough to breathe evenly, he pressed kisses along my stomach that made me pulse with each soft caress before he slid his body between my spread legs. He was quick and agile for such a tall, full-bodied man.
I fisted the sheets, tension riding me as I found myself angling for him to put me out of my misery. He loved watching me, and the sight of his exploring gaze added to the beautiful tension he had set off within my body. His eyes traced every line and bend in tandem with his unrushed actions. With his mouth positioned above my pulsing heat, he glanced up and I caught the blue in his eyes flaming with fire.
He reached up and pried one of my clenched hands from the covers. Bringing it to his face, he kissed my palm before he slid my hand into his