a lovesick fool.
I drop my head and settle my lips over hers in a long, leisurely kiss. Molly and I have sex in many different ways: rough, tender, hurried, messy, and every other way imaginable, but right now, I want to make sweet love to my wife. When I first walked into the room, I was ready to pounce and get as quickly inside her warm, inviting body as soon as I could, but she’s turned the tables on me. Now I want to take my time and cherish the treasure I have beneath me.
I slowly slide my lips across hers, lazily enjoying the taste of her. When her lips part, I dip my tongue inside. Lacing our fingers together, I bring our hands up beside her head, my forearms cocooning her.
I pull back a couple of inches. “I love you, Molly.”
“And I love you,” she responds softly.
Starting at her chin, I kiss a slow path down her neck, across both collarbones, to the slopes of her breasts. Using my chin, I separate her robe so she’s fully exposed, then gently tug her nipples into my mouth, flicking the tip of my tongue over the firm buds. I release her hands, and her fingers immediately tunnel through the longer strands of my hair, gently scraping her nails against my scalp. Her knees draw up, and she hugs my waist tightly, lifting her hips to rub against my erection.
I move down her body, my lips not missing an inch of skin as I go. My head is tugged up by my hair, and I glance at her.
“What are you doing? I want—”
“In a minute, baby. I need to taste you first.”
Her teeth tug on her bottom lip, but she doesn’t try to stop me again. I swirl my tongue into her belly button, and she releases a shuddering moan. I kiss her hipbone, right over the four-leaf clover tattoo, then across to the other. Running my nose through the small scattering of hair just above her pussy, I take a deep breath. I don’t know how in the hell she does it, but she always manages to smell like peaches and cream.
Sliding her panties down her legs and tossing them away, I use my thumbs to open the small pink petals of skin hiding her sweet spot. I look up her body, not surprised her head is now resting on a pillow, and she’s watching me. Molly said she loves to watch me lick her. Claims it’s one of the most erotic things she’s ever seen. I think it’s hot as hell when she does.
With our eyes still connected, I swipe my tongue over her flesh, her taste exploding in my mouth. I love the way her eyes flare with need. Starting from the bottom of her hole, I don’t stop until I reach her clit, then take the nub between my lips and suck. Her hips buck, so I wrap my arms underneath and around her thighs to keep her still. I suck some more, making sure to flick my tongue over the most sensitive area of her clit, just where I know she likes it. Her soft cry is what I crave to hear, and when she gives it, I take one hand from her thigh and gently press a finger inside her tight pussy.
I slowly slide my finger inside her, adding a second one when I know she’s ready, and alternate between sucking her clit and using the flat part of my tongue to massage it.
It’s not long before I feel the tightening of her muscles around my fingers. She’s no longer watching me but has her head tossed back, her eyes closed, and her mouth open as she cries out her release. I give her clit a couple more swipes and lap up her juices before I kiss my way back up her body. Her gaze is lazy but smoldering.
“That was incredible.”
I nip her bottom lip. “We’re not finished yet.”
She reaches between us and grips my length. I hiss and flex my hips when she begins rubbing the tip of my cock against her clit.
“Baby, put me inside you,” I groan. I’m ready to explode, and I don’t know how much longer I can wait.
Thankfully, she doesn’t torture me for long. As soon as the head is at her entrance, I slowly sink inside. She’s tight and warm and feels so damn good. I grit my teeth, straining against the need to slam forward. If I move