“You.” She shudders. “Your mouth on my breasts—one after the other.” She licks her mouth, and the muscles in her throat works as she swallows. “You on your knees as you eat me out.” Flush tints her cheeks. “Your hands in my hair as you”—the flush spreads to her chest—“fuck my mouth and my hand between my legs so when you come, I come too.”
I order myself to be disgusted—the way I felt disgusted by the other Annabelle when she moaned and writhed against me in the closet while the wedding guests milled about on the other side of the door. But instead my wife’s words are like flames, burning away my self-control. I want to give her everything that shaky voice of hers is asking for.
Because I know she means every syllable. Her voice might be quavering, but her gaze has been steadily on my face the entire time.
She drops her eyes to my cock, her lips parting softly. I look down and see clear beads of liquid dripping down my thick shaft.
Unable to stop myself, I step forward and take her mouth in a kiss. This time it’s lush, the intent to arouse and pleasure.
Belle clings to me desperately, and I reward her by tweaking a nipple between my fingers. She gasps against my lips, and I feel myself growing even harder.
I pull away to take her other breast into my mouth. I suck it deep inside, my tongue running over the hard nub. Her back arches, and her sharp cry echoes around the bathroom walls. I run a hand along her inner thigh, and she spreads her legs wider. Her wet heat beckons me closer, and I dig my fingers into her slick folds.
“So fucking hot,” I groan.
“Don’t stop,” she begs.
I laugh darkly. A horde of barbarians wouldn’t be able to tear me from her now. I tease her opening, feel the muscles clench with emptiness. This intimate, I can sense everything—her sweet scent, the tiny quivers of her flesh that say she is dying for what I can give her, and the shuddery breaths she takes to control herself.
Except I don’t want her in control. I want her out of her mind. I want her shattered.
I switch to the other breast and plunge two fingers into her.
She cries out, her inner muscles clutching the digits like her life depends on it. I give her time to adjust while I suckle her breast. It isn’t long before she’s rocking against me, needing me to move.
I leisurely work my fingers in and out, making sure to stimulate the front wall of her vagina, as my thumb circles around, and then over, her swollen clit. Her breath grows more jagged and rougher, the sounds in her throat primal and raw. She tightens her grip in my hair as though that will anchor her. I drive her ruthlessly, relentlessly until her body bows and jerks helplessly in climax.
Remembering what she’s begged me to do, I lower myself and thrust my tongue into her dripping cunt before she’s come down from the high. She shakes violently as I start in, her arms barely holding her up. Her leg muscles tighten, her toes curling. Her heels dig into my back, and I relish her reaction. I lick at her, suck her in and thrust into her until her muscles spasm in another orgasm. She shoves a fist against her mouth, and I grip her thighs hard.
“Don’t you dare muffle your reaction to this,” I growl against her quivering flesh. “You’re going to come again and scream until your throat is raw.”
“Elliot, I ca—”
I don’t let her finish. I push her to another climax, then another and another and she screams through them all until her voice breaks.
She collapses, clinging to my shoulders. After a short moment, she pulls me up and kisses my mouth, her tongue gently licking at my lips. If I didn’t know better, I’d find the gesture tender and loving.
I’m just about to pull away, but she wraps her hand around my straining erection. My vision turns hazy for a moment as pleasure courses through me. The pressure in my dick is relentless and brutal. I could come after just a couple of strokes from her, but I’d rather die than lose control like that.
Her lips brush over my hammering heart. “Thank you, but you forgot something…”
I should move away, but I can’t. I’m a man, and I want what I want.
She drops to her knees before me and takes me deep inside her mouth. My eyes roll up and it’s all I can do to keep my legs stiff.
Belle doesn’t drive me to an orgasm with single-minded focus the way I did to her. Her mouth is sweet as she pleasures me. It’s as though she is making love to me in the most primitive way, and even as my mind rebels, rejects the idea, my body is helplessly drawn to her, craving more of her tenderness.
When she cups my balls and pulls me hard and deep into her mouth, I’m lost. I shatter with a hoarse cry, and she drinks me in, her soft gaze on me.
And in that moment, I realize one thing I’ve tried to deny since discovering her deception.
No matter what, I crave her with an intensity that borders on madness.
Chapter Three
Annabelle
I stay at Elliot’s feet as he gathers his breath. He braces his hands against the edge of the vanity, and stares down at me, his chiseled face stark with the recent orgasm.