A mischievous grin lifted his lips, and then he crawled backward until his face was directly over my crotch.
“I think luck’s on my side, baby, don’t you?” he asked as he trailed his lips from one side of my mound to the other. “I’ve got a beautiful wife who wrapped herself up in the sexiest lingerie I’ve ever seen, and I’ve got this gorgeous body all to myself.”
One finger skimmed over my entrance, and then it continued its journey between my folds until he got to the bundle of nerves that was so primed that it wouldn’t take much to send me over the edge.
He trailed his tongue down until it met the finger, and then he used the tip of it to rub against one side of my clit, while his finger rubbed against the opposite side. The sensation blew my brain for a moment—soft and silky versus slightly rough, both working for the same result but in vastly different ways.
I didn’t even know it was coming, but when my orgasm hit, I threw my head back with a startled cry and tried to roll my hips to control the movements of his tongue and finger, but his shoulders stopped me where they held me open for him.
In the middle of it, I felt a finger enter me, and my body clenched down around it, wishing it was something bigger.
“Still so tight, baby. So silky soft,” he murmured against my clit, his lips rubbing over it and making me shudder.
Feeling that my orgasm had left me, he grinned up at me. “That’s number one.”
“I want you inside me,” I whispered. “Please?”
He looked at my pussy, then back up at me, looking torn by the decision. How good was that for my confidence?
“One more, and then you’ll get me,” he promised. “I need this.”
And then he proceeded to blow my mind yet again.
Pressing two fingers inside me, he sucked down on my clit and rubbed. That’s all he did—he freaking rubbed—but he did it on the direct line to the Holy Grail, the lost city of Atlantis, or the lost gold bullion from the Civil War. Whenever he pressed it, miracles happened, and the result on my body was nothing short of amazing.
Within minutes I was writhing and begging him to make me come, and when it crashed over me, I thought I’d actually died because I couldn’t breathe or control my limbs. My whole body went into some kind of shock and shook as all the sensations made their way through me.
As it left this time, I looked down and about died of embarrassment when I noticed I’d clamped my thighs on either side of his head and was holding him in place, with his face pressed against my crotch.
“Oh, my God. I’m so sorry.”
He started laughing as he crawled up my body, taking the nightie with him until he pulled it over my head.
“Baby, if I die being smothered by your pussy, trust me when I say I’ll only do nice things when I come back to haunt you. I’d have to have a closed casket, though, because I’m not sure Mom would understand if I died with a smile on my face.”
I started laughing at the absurdity of what he was saying. “Shut up!”
He sobered up as he watched me laughing, then clenched his eyes shut. “I hope I die before you, Layla. I don’t know if I could live without you again, and knowing you wouldn’t even be part of this world…” he shook his head. “I know it’s stupid to think like it, but I don’t want to live like that.”
Wrapping my arms and legs around him tightly, I held him for a moment.
“Sometimes things hit us, and we just need to say them. The timing might not seem right for some, but only the people in that conversation know if it’s true or not.” He nodded his head, keeping it buried in my neck. “I personally hope I get taken down in some totally awesome way seconds before you die. Like, flying a plane to kill thousands of aliens and being the one to save the world by flying into the mother ship.”
I was winging it, but I wanted to bring Mark back. Plus, it didn’t actually sound like a bad idea.
He huffed out a laugh and pressed a kiss to my neck, hitting the sensitive spot which always made me break out in goosebumps.
“That’s our deal, then.”
I patted him on the ass. “Deal.”
Lifting his head back up, he grinned down at me. “It might have been bad timing on the death conversation, but it’s still not the most random one we’ve had during sex.”
I snorted, thinking over the ones that immediately came to mind. “No, you’re right there.”
He buried his hand in the hair on the side of my head, anchoring me in place. “I love that we march to the beat of our own drum. It makes what we have unique.”
“It makes it special.”