Page 26 of Southpaw Slots
In this moment with him, my husband, I’m giving him a gift. Not just a piece of my hymen. No, I’m letting him be the first to see me. The real me. Someone I’ve had to hide because it wouldharm my family, someone could kidnap or hurt me, and because of survival. And with his gift today, I trust him more.
The warmth of the place his caressing kisses takes me to surrounds me with the comfort of safety. It’s something I’ve never felt for long, and I want to give myself to him. Give myself over to the man who could be my soulmate. Or maybe it’s just me hanging on to the fairytale. But I don’t care. I’ll pretend it’s true.
Asa eases me back on the bed slowly, cupping an arm beneath my waist so he has control over our movement. Deftly, he removes my top and unlatches my bra at the same time, like he’s done it a thousand times before. Lifting me up, he breaks our kiss to slide the fabric off my body and kneels between my legs. My nipples pebble under his observation as he stares at me, frozen.
Leaning up on my elbows, I feel self-conscious about my body for maybe the first time ever.
“What?” I ask, afraid to hear his answer.
His concentration on my breasts is broken by my question, and he reluctantly moves his eyes up to mine. “Nothing.”
“No, tell me. What is it?”
Making some type of exasperated sound, he shakes his head subtly. “Uh…you’re just… Your body is amazing.” His appreciation helps ease some of my anxiety. As he works my button and zipper, his pecs twitch, and I let my gaze linger down every rung on the ladder of his abdominals, the intricate designs in his tattoos, one almost indistinguishable from the other. There’s a wolf, a Roman numeral two, a Celtic knot, his family crest…
By the time I’m studying some coliseum looking ink around his left flank, he lifts my hips with one arm and tugs down my leather pants. I help him by sliding them the rest of the way off. He unbuttons his shorts and tugs them down, his huge cock bobbing out.
“Oh my god. No way.” Crawling on my elbows, I skirt back from my husband. Wyatt is lengthy and has all these delicate piercings, which was confusing and arousing the first time I saw it, but now that I can see it up close, this dick is much thicker. Pronounced, like it’s proud of itself for its size.
“I’m going to be careful. Fuck, I’ve never been this fucking nervous before.” The back of his hand lifts as he wipes sweat from his forehead. “Please tell me you’re nervous. That will make me feel better.”
My brow furrows. How canhebe anxious? Hasn’t he been with a ton of women before? I’m sure some of them were virgins. I point to the thing sticking straight out at me. “You’renervous? You’re the one going to spear me with that, um, soda can.”
He chuckles slightly. “It’s notthatbig, come on…” Stroking himself a few times, he gives me this sexy-as-fuck look, half tilting his head and dipping his chin down. “Bigger than your boyfriend, though?”
An exasperated sigh leaves my mouth as I try to prevent myself from smiling. I roll my eyes dramatically. “Are you serious? Does that look work for girls?”
With a smirk, he says, “Yeah. Every time.” God, it’ssoworking for me. Just watching how he’s handling himself so roughly, somanly. It’s erotic and causing my clit to become heated. “I’m gonna get you ready for me.” Slanting his eyes to my core, he seems reticent again. His fingers easily pull down my thong, exposing my shaved pussy, and he crooks an eyebrow. “No hair?”
“No. Is that— Do you like hair?” Pinching my knees together, I feel very aware of the bare skin between my legs.
“Mm, maybe like a trail. But, fuck, empress. You’re perfect. Hair, no hair. Whatever, just spread your legs.”
Swallowing, I do as he says and relax as he lays himself between my open knees, scooting up until his face is near my center. Wyatt’s eaten me out plenty of times and always leaves me satisfied with the way he indulges in me.
Asa gapes at me like he’s scared to move, heaving hot air onto my labia. When he shifts his gaze to my face, his eyes are wide. “Just, uh, tell me what you like or, um, don’t.”
Some gnawing pit in my stomach makes me ask, “Asa, have you done this before?”
“What? Of course, I have,” he snaps. “Well, hmm…not that often and usually I make the girls do it to each other. ’Cause it’s hot.” Spreading my lips with two fingers, he murmurs, “Just lay back and let me figure this out.”
I prepare myself for the worst as I stare at the ceiling. But he strokes my clit with his tongue and my worry lessens. When he sucks some on it, I push my hips up with a moan. “You like that, then, huh?”
“Yes. Keep doing it.”
He repeats the motions several times, adding a finger inside me, and I hear how very soaked I am as he slides it in and out. With the flicks of his tongue and pressure on my clit, I feel myself building toward an orgasm. Wagging his tongue along my sensitive bundle of tissues, he pauses. “Like this? You like this?”
Flipping my head down to look between my legs, I bite out, “Do you remember when you said you’d have problems ‘nutting’ if I talked too much? Please, use your mouth towork meand shut up.”
“You got it, sugar lips.” When he gets back to work, it doesn’t take very long for his rhythm to pick up and the heat to rise between my legs. Squeezing his head with my thighs, I come undone with a moan while throwing myself back against the pillows. And, yes, part of it may be knowing he hasn’t experienced this with someone else. This was just for me.
As my pussy pulsates with the need to be filled and my body oozes onto the bed, Asa sits up, his cock now red and throbbing. Running a hand over his mouth, he gathers all my wetness and licks it up. “You do, you know.”
“Wh-what?” I ask, barely cognizant of my surroundings.
“Taste like sugar.” With a proud grin, he says, “Told you I knew how to do it.”
Leaning over me, he drags his cock near my entrance, but instead of fear now, I’m ready. I want all of him. Even if there’s pain, I know it will be worth it to have this hole inside me filled. Pressing his lips to my cheek, he leans up and captures my eyes with his bright blues.