Page 68 of Malicious Marriage
“On the bed, darling.” I ease her backward and catch her as she falls, watching how her curvaceous body bounces and sways as she lands.
She’s about to prop herself up on an elbow, but I stop her by crawling over the top of her and taking her hand in mine. The sheer netting slides down her arm and gathers at her wrist where I place several soft kisses before sliding it from her completely. I repeat the same for her other arm, and since it’s free due to already unlacing the ribbon at her back, her corset falls away from her chest, exposing her large breasts.
Her pink nipples are already stiff peaks as if ready and waiting for me, so I sink forward and bury my face between her soft breasts. Both her hands grip onto my hair, then one slides down and caresses the back of my neck as I kiss along to her nipple and take the bud into my mouth.
Clover moans softly and her body rolls up against mine like a gentle wave. Bracing on one arm beside her on the bed, my focus becomes gently rolling her nipple in my mouth, suckling and nibbling until she’s a panting mess beneath me. By the time her moans crack, I move on to her other nipple to even the sensations.
“Dean,” Clover moans, tossing her head back and forth and ruining the perfect swirl of her curls. “Oh, my God!”
Her skin flushes hot under my tongue and pride swells in my chest as I kiss away from her breasts and down her tummy. Kiss after kiss walks a path past her navel to her hips and her dress falls away under my careful hands. I have to lean up to pull her dress off completely, and Clover lies before me, panting and flushed, wearing only her lace stockings and black panties.
“Fuck,” I groan, dropping my hand to my tenting crotch. “Do you have any idea how good you look right now?”
Her cheeks flush darker and she moves as if to hide herself from my view, so I surge forward, catch her wrists, and lightly pin them above her head. “Don’t you dare. I want to see you. Spread your legs for me, darling.”
Trembling, she obeys while her tongue darts out to nervously lick her lower lip. “You’re gonna give me a heart attack,” she gasps.
“What a way to go, hmm?” I smirk. “Death by sex… I can get behind it.”
“Dean!”
“What?” Sharing a laugh, I kiss her and map out her smile with my lips. “You’re telling me death on my cock in the middle of orgasm wouldn’t be utter bliss?”
She groans deeply and kisses me once more, then I slide away and discard my shirt from my overheating skin. Clover’s eyes darken further and she reaches for me, briefly touching my chest as I slide out of reach and settle between her parted thighs.
“Look at you,” I murmur, my eyes on her glistening panties. “I canseehow soaked you are.”
“Oh, God,” Clover gasps, and both her hands dart up to cover her face.
“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s hot.” But I’m not done teasing her. Rather than sinking into her sweet heat like I crave, I resist and instead run one knuckle up and down the length of her pussy, stroking over the damp material and soaking up the heat radiating from her slit.
She quivers at my touch. Each of her thick thighs trembles at the contact as if she’s resisting the urge to close her legs. On each stroke, I softly twist my knuckle and press firmly against her hidden clit, then stroke down again, back and forth until myknuckle is as soaked as her panties and my cock is so hard I’m certain my balls will burst.
But it’s worth it. Clover’s hands gradually fall from her face to clutch at her breasts and tease her own nipples. Her head tosses back and forth and her eyes roll when she tries to grind down on my knuckle, but I very deliberately keep the touch light and teasing.
“Oh, my God, I can’t. I can’t!” Sweat gleams against her skin, glittering in the low light, and she twists her nipples as she draws her breasts up against her. “It’s too much.”
“Want me to stop?” I purr softly.
“God no, I want you to fuck me!” Clearly, her embarrassment is a thing of the past with how turned on she is.
“All you had to do was ask.” With a smirk, I pull her soaked panties down her legs and toss them aside. Then I grasp her hips and flip her over onto her stomach so fast that she squeaks in fright, but it turns into a long, satisfied moan when I pull her hips up so she’s on her knees and bury my face in her pussy.
The heat is almost overwhelming, like stepping out into the midday sun, but it’s just as addictive. I want to taste every inch of her, feel her tremble apart from my actions, savor the rush of sweetness when she can’t hold back any longer. Her thighs become my anchor point as I thrust my tongue between her lips and taste every silky inch of her core.
Her clit, swollen and throbbing from the teasing, is just as divine as the rest of her and it doesn’t take long before my attention to her clit and entrance has her sobbing out her pleasure.
“Oh, God, yes, yes. Holy shit, yes, right there, Dean, right there!”
The way pleasure curls around her tone when she says my name makes my cock throb, and I’m almost seeing stars with how hard my cock aches to be inside her. I could come like this,just eating her out for hours until she’s nothing but a trembling, spent mess. And then I’d keep going and pull one last orgasm from her gorgeous body.
Her moans rise in pitch as she gets closer and closer. I focus on sucking her clit and eagerly eating her out so as not to ruin her flow. My beard quickly becomes soaked, my entire face is buried against her, and it’s not enough to satisfy this craving that exists in my soul for her. I need more.
I’ll always need more.
Clover comes with a sobbing scream. Her hands twist into the sheets below, her back bows, and she tosses her head back and forth, but just as she loses herself to the pleasure, I pull back and free my cock.
I thrust deep inside her while her core still pulses from her orgasm, and her moans abruptly cut off as if the entrance of my cock into her body has flicked a switch and she no longer remembers to breathe.