And then, for the first time in over a year, I’m totally bare and naked in front of a man.
And he’s my husband.
His hands grip my ass tight and he moves in slowly, his eyes locked between my legs and this look on his face somewhere between a kid about to open his Christmas present and a man totally possessed by lust. He moves closer, his breath teasing me, and when I finally feel that wonderful tongue of his on me, I cry out.
He groans deeply, his wicked tongue dragging ever so slowly through my lips, dragging the honeyed arousal out of me as pleasure explodes through my body. No wine-fueled late-night solo time with my fingers can compare. None of the toys I bought since his leaving can even remotely come close to this.
Fuck I missed this.
I whimper, moaning as he pulls me into his lips. His tongue pushes deep, sliding into me, and making my knees shake as he starts to fuck me with his tongue. My legs tremble, my core tightens, and I grip his hair in my hands for dear life as Brooks starts to devour my slippery little pussy like it’s his last meal on Earth.
His fingers dig into my skin, and when his tongue slides up to my aching clit, I scream, and suddenly, with barely a touch, I’m coming.
I cry out, wailing my pleasure as my hips buck against his face. He groans deeply, tonguing my clit right through my orgasm, never stopping or slowing as I shiver and shake for him. I’m panting for air as he moves back to my slit, pushing his tongue deep into my opening as he steadies me with his hands. His finger teases down between the cheeks of my ass, and as his tongue moves back to my clit, I can feel his finger teasing over my tight little asshole.
God he always knew the dirty things I loved that he did to me.
His tongue swirls over my clit, and I swear it’s my name I hear groaned into me as he licks me harder and faster, tonguing me higher and higher until I’m gasping for air, my head in the clouds as we fly into the clouds.
“Brooks—!”
He slows maddeningly, making me wait for it, making me whimper for more.
“It’s been almost eighteen months since I tasted this sweet little pussy, angel,” he growls. “You think I’m going to let you come that quick for my tongue?”
I groan, panting, my hips pushing against him.
“Eager, greedy little girl,” he groans deeply, teasing me.
“Please!”
His tongue bats my clit just once, and I cry out, panting.
“I want you so fucking close you can’t stand it, sweetness. I want your legs shaking, and your pulse racing. I want you so close to shattering for me that all I have to do is blow…”
He blows a stream of air across my hard, aching clit, and I tremble at the pleasure.
“And you’ll come for me. So, you gonna be a good girl for me, angel?”
His tongue drags over my lips, pushing inside and making me scream before he drags it back up to my clit and swirls it over that little nub.
“You going to come for me?”
There’s a dinging sound accompanied by a light winking on to the side, and Brooks grins wickedly.
“We’re landing soon, sweetheart,” he growls, his eyes flashing fire.
“Brooks…”
“And I want you to come before we touch the ground. I want you to come up here in the air where it’s just you and me,” he groans, pushing his mouth back into me.
“Come for me,” he growls, his tongue pushing back into me, fucking my pussy as I cry out and buck against him. He moves to my clit and when he sucks it between his lips, pinching it with his lips and tonguing it mercilessly, I know I’m done.
I know I’m going to shatter.
“Oh fuck, Brooks!”
“Come for me, angel,” my husband growls into me. “Make this pretty pussy come for me like it always did. Come for me and be mine again. For always.”
His tongue swirls, his finger teases, and his hands tighten.
And I explode.
I scream, probably loud enough that the pilot thinks we’re having engine troubles as I rock my hips into his face, holding his hair for dear life as I shatter all over. I tremble, my knees knock, and my legs wobble on my heels as the climax explodes through me.
And then I’m collapsing, but he’s got me.
…He always has me.
Brooks is holding me, guiding me into his lap as I pant, moaning and trembling as the helicopter descends.
“That… holy fuck.”
He chuckles, kissing me softly. But I grab his face and kiss him harder, tasting myself on his lips and the heat still roaring inside of me only getting hotter when I do.
“We’re landing,” he purrs into my lips.