Page 113 of Captivated
Her husband is a complete fucking idiot. I shift our bodies, wrapping my arms around her. “Come here sweetheart.” Damn my cock is sensitive.
She rolls into me, running her fingertips across my chest and wrapping her leg over my hip. She looks up at me, then down. I laugh, I think she’s shy.
“Hey what is it?” I laugh, she looks like she wants to ask me something. “What’s on that beautiful mind?”
“Nothing,” she whispers looking down. She’s grinning as she traces my muscles. We lay there not saying anything for an entire song. “Was that weird to you?” she finally blurts out.
I laugh. “Was what weird?”
“That? What we just did?”
“What? No … why do you think it was weird? Have you never done that?”There is no way she’s never done that. That beautiful damn mouth.
“No.”
“No to giving head or no to sixty-nine?” I’m trying to see her face, but she’s way too tucked into my body.
“No to both. Was it bad?” Amelia whispers. “Like I know you’ve probably had it better. I didn’t know what I was doing, I just went with it.” She’s finally breathing after that longwinded statement.
“Impossible.” I flip over on my side, rolling her unexpectedly onto her back. I’m leaning over her, looking into her eyes.
“What?” She asks sort of smirking. I can’t tell if she’s messing with me.
“How have you never given head to your husband in ten years of marriage?”
She looks down. “Our sex life wasn’t lecherous.” She’s toying with the bedding. “I never wanted to.” Fuck she’s serious. “And he never pushed the issue with me. I’ve never tasted cum until yours.” She looks at me slowly. “Was it bad?”
I laugh, she’s fucking adorable. “Bad? You’re really serious? You think it was bad?” She shrugs.
“Amelia sweetheart it was … fucking a.m.a.z.i.n.g! Trust me, I’ve had plenty of head, and that was the best I’ve had.” I run my hand over my face. “I really don’t understand how you knew how to give the perfect head: your pressure … your suck.” I’m strolling my fingertips up and down her arms. “Are you kidding me?”
She laughs. “No. I’m serious. If I should do something different, I want you to be honest.”
“Did you think it was weird?”Please say no.
“No. I just want you to be satisfied. You know you are Quinton Starks the sex god,” Amelia teases as she kisses my pectoral.
“That I am.” I smugly laugh. “We’re not even close to being done, by the way, for the evening.” She laughs glancing down at my cock. “Yeah, it’s got plenty to do to this beautiful body.”
I stand, pulling down the bedding on my side. “Here, let’s get under the sheets.” We both jump under the sheets, giggling like teenagers. She’s naked in my bed wearing nothing but that diamond and stroking my arm with her fingertips. Her touch is so delicate. My heart is about to rupture. I’m completely and utterly reeling having her here.
Her loving eyes are watching me intently. “Why are you grinning like that?”
I brush the back of my hand over her cheekbone, strolling down, running my fingertips across her jaw. She adjusts her face upward, her gorgeous lips. I want to explore this beautiful orifice. I kiss her, our tongues begin to dance and tingle, tantalizing my senses.
We’re lost in each other, kissing and loving one another. She’s humming against my lips, rocking her hips. I palm her tit, pulling and squeezing her nipple with my thumb and pointer finger. Her leg wraps higher over my hips. “Fuck, you’re making me rock hard.”
I stop kissing her. Her sultry eyes are pulling at my lips, my body. I’m the damn putty. She moans, covering my lips with a seeking open-mouth kiss, dipping her tongue deep into me; our tongues massage against each other, twirling and rolling. I reposition myself between her open legs, rubbing her thigh tighter. I thrust my cock against her folds, feeling her heat … her wetness. She’s whimpering. She’s a vixen.
Her breathing is ragged. “I want you Quinton!”
“Say it again,” I growl. Reaching down I grab my massive cock.
“I want you,” she purrs as I tease her opening with the head.
“I want you …” I coax, sticking in my head and pulling back out, causing her to gasp, “to say my name.”
“I want you Quinton,” she purrs, as I slide my head in her folds. She gasps as I hold it partially in her. “I want all of you Quinton. I need to feel you all in me.”