Page 63 of Isle of Seduction

“Wider.”

I obey and settle my feet on the bed, spreading my thighs as wide as they can go.

Andrea doesn’t waste a second and falls to his knees again before licking me from entrance to clit, then sucking me into his lips. He does wicked things with that mouth.

“Oh God,” I call out.

The slap to my pussy is immediate and powerful, making me jump and squeal.

“Don’t you fucking dare call out to God when you’re the one being worshipped, guerrieritta.”

I moan at his words, my orgasm so close I can taste it. It only takes a few more circles of Andrea’s tongue on my clit and two fingers in my pussy to have me clench on his hand like the slut he’s calling me. My climax is a storm of electricity, charging my body up with energy so powerful I forget who I am. The only thing that remains is that the man I love is bringing me to this place only he can access.

He doesn’t stop there, continuing to massage my walls with those thick fingers while he tongues my clit. Orgasms flow into each other. I’m not even sure I ever stop coming. My clit is so sensitive and bruised it hurts to have him lick it and suck it, but the pain adds to the overwhelming sensations taking over my body.

When he stops. I feel floaty. I come back to my senses, my body not fully my own. It happened last time too. When he spanked me and I came just from the pain of it. It’s like my brain can’t compute information.

I feel Andrea’s lips on my body, kissing and licking, caressing until no inch of skin is left untouched, whispering how beautiful I am, how proud of me he is and how good I make him feel.

Andrea never stops touching me and giving me attention. At some point, I must fall asleep, because when my eyes open again, night has fallen.

TWENTY-SIX

BEGGING

For the first time in three days, I sleep.

I sleep in my wife’s arms, her warm body curled against mine. It’s the second time in a decade that I get more than my traditional three to four hours of sleep. And it’s all thanks to her, my warrior wife.

The sweetness of her taste clings to my tongue, but I’m an addict. I need more.

She fell asleep naked, so it’s easy to get under the covers and get access to her pussy, licking leisurely at her centre, waking her up slowly. She tastes like my own version of heaven and all fucking mine. My chest rumbles with a growl of possessiveness that rattles my soul.

Soft whimpers alert me to her wakefulness and I dive in deeper, fucking her slowly with my tongue until her hips roll towards my mouth, seeking friction.

“Andrea.”

She calls my name so sweetly.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Moan louder for your husband.”

She removes the covers, watching me through hooded eyes, and lets me hear her ragged breath coming in pants. The side lamp I switched on gives her an otherworldly glow. She’s so fucking beautiful like this, satiated yet still needy, her eyes dark with lust and skin flushed with desire. There’s no mask of confidence, no pretence, it’s just her in all her perfection. I want to drown in the sight of her from this angle every morning for the rest of my life. The thought is foreign and feels like I’m jumping off a cliff. But with her? I’ll jump ten times over.

“Come for me.”

It’s a demand, loud and clear, and her eyes flare with burning desire.

My mouth latches onto her clit in the circles I know drive her mad and I insert one digit into her pussy, giving her something to clamp around. She fucking loves that. I wonder which dildo I could get inside her while I fuck her ass. If the sight of my wife coming on my tongue wasn’t enough to get me hard—though it definitely is—that dirty thought makes me throb with need.

I lift my head just enough to demand her orgasm. “I said ‘Come’. Now obey, slut.”

Her hands grasp at my roots again and she pulls while keeping me right where she wants me and I don’t let up until she comes all over my mouth with loud moans in the silent space. The low light illuminates her mouth open in a soft O and the tips of her dark nipples puckered and ready for my teeth.

Her cum floods my tongue and I lap at it like it’s the only sustenance I’ll ever need. Her head is thrown back with pleasure, her face contorted with the force of her climax and my chest swells with pride. It’s fucking stupid, but I can’t help it. I love that I can make her come that hard.

I continue to fuck her gently with my finger through her orgasm, bringing my mouth up her body to bite a nipple and caressing the other roughly with my other hand.

I kiss her harshly, not bothering to wipe my mouth clean. I want her to taste herself on my tongue, to feel how desperate I am to have her.