Page 30 of The Secret Fiancée
My wife inhales sharply when I kiss her panties, and she squirms a little. “If you’ll let me, I’ll worship every inch of you, Raya.”
Our eyes lock, and I groan in delight when she tightens her grip on my hair and nods. A perfect little moan escapes her perfect little mouth when I kiss the edge of her panties, before I take the fabric between my teeth and drag it aside, my eyes falling closed in delight at the sight of her bare pussy. “Fucking perfect,” I whisper, more to myself than to her. I inhale deeply before dragging my tongue down.
My wife’s back arches, and I grin when the sexiest moan escapes from her throat, her heel pressing into my back. “Oh God,Lex.”
Hearing her say my name like that is such a fucking thrill, it’s unreal. My wife’s pussy is a drug handcrafted for me, the soundsshe makes the perfect high. I grab her other leg and hook that over my shoulder too, opening her legs wider, allowing me to fuck her with my tongue, tasting, lapping, until my name is the only word she remembers.
I circle her swollen clit, and her nails graze my scalp, her moans turning into needy whimpers as I slowly edge her, making her desperate for release and refusing to give it to her. “Lex,” she gasps. “Please.”
I tease my beautiful wife, bringing my tongue a little closer to where she wants it before pulling back. “Please what, Raya?”
She looks at me with desperation written all over her pretty face. “Please make me come.”
Fuck. I’d planned to tease her further, make the first time I taste her unforgettable, so she’ll keep coming back for more. But what mortal man could possibly resist a plea like hers?
“You beg so prettily, my little fairy,” I groan. “You know exactly what you’re doing to me when you look at me like that, don’t you?”
She bites down on her lip for a moment, her touch tender when she brushes my hair back, away from my forehead. “Please, Lex… I can’t take it… please, let me come.”
Goddamn. Raya Windsor will be the death of me, and I’ll die a happy man. “Anything for you, baby,” I whisper, before I finally give her what I want, my tongue working her clit the way she needs me to. Her back arches, and her heels dig into my back as my wife comes all over my tongue, my name on her lips.
I smirk as I kiss her thigh leisurely while she collapses back onto our bed, and my cock twitches as I drag a finger down her swollen pussy. “One more, little fairy.”
She inhales shakily, her eyes widening when I push two fingers in slowly before curling them, teasing her G-spot. “I can’t,” she breathes. “I’ve never?—”
“You will,” I tell her, tearing her lace underwear off her entirely. “I wasn’t asking, Raya.”
She gasps when I place my mouth back on her clit, my fingers buried deep inside her. I take it a little easier on her now, my movements gentle, coaxing. “Lex,” she moans, her hips rolling. I grab her and hold her steady, using the tip of my tongue on her, until her legs begin to tremble. Her nails scrape over my back as she comes, a throaty moan ringing through the air. Fuck, I could come just from the sounds my wife makes. I smirk as her pussy contracts around my fingers, over and over again, her orgasm drawn out.
I don’t pull my fingers away until her muscles relax, and I sigh happily as I rest my head on her stomach, her leg thrown over my shoulder. Countless inventions and an endless amount of multi-million deals, yet nothing tops the way my wife just made me feel, my tongue against her clit and my name on that sexy little mouth of hers. I doubt anything ever will.
“Lex,” she whispers, her voice husky and oh so fucking sexy. I look up, our eyes locking. “I want you.”
I raise a brow, my heart skipping a beat as I push myself up on her forearms to look at her properly. “Are you sure?” My voice trembles. “We don’t have to, Raya. I want you to feel ready. I know you’ve been waiting…”
She shakes her head and reaches for me, the tips of her fingers brushing over my temple. “I’m ready. I always wanted it to be my wedding night. I just… I just didn’t want to admit it back then.”
I bite down on my lip as I study her face, and she throws me a shaky smile, accompanied by a pleading look. “Please don’t turn me down,” she says, her voice breaking. Her breathing turns ragged, and she looks away.
“Never,” I murmur, pushing myself up on my knees. Her gaze roams over my chest and abs, her lips parting when I push myboxers down, making quick work of them. I grab my cock and pump it once, twice, and she stares at it wide-eyed.
“That...”
I grin and move on top of her, positioning myself between her legs. “It’ll be fine, baby. We’ll take it as slow as you’d like, and we can stop at any time, okay? Just say the word.”
She nods, and I drag my cock across her pussy, earning myself a pretty little moan. I chuckle and do it again, before pushing into her just slightly. “Oh God,” I moan, my eyes falling closed briefly.
Raya whimpers, a hint of discomfort in her expression despite how wet she is. “It’s too much,” she whispers. “I feel so stretched out.”
I bite back a smile and hold myself up on one forearm, freeing up my hand to cup her face. “My sweet little fairy,” I whisper. “That’s just the tip.”
Her lips fall open, and I chuckle, my forehead dropping to hers. My laughter makes me slide a little further into her, and her head falls back, her long neck on display for me. I lean in and kiss her in that spot she likes, earning myself a delicious moan.
My hand wraps into her hair, and I pull back a little. “Look at me,” I demand, needing to see that she’s okay. My beautiful wife obeys, her eyes finding mine as I push a little further into her, slowly stretching her out. “You feel absolutely incredible, Raya. It’s like your pussy was made for me. I’m not even all the way inside you yet, and you have me ready to come.”
She flushes, and I smirk, pushing in a little deeper still. It’s been years since I last had sex, but fuck, I don’t remember it ever being this good. Her breath hitches, and I instantly pause, giving her time to adjust.
“You’re taking my cock so well, baby,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to her forehead. She looks at me like she’s pleased with mypraise, and I look into her eyes as I push in deeper. “You’re doing so good, darling. Halfway there now.”