Page 91 of Of Venom & Vengeance

Eli pulls my bound hands above my head, and I quickly realize what he was doing behind me earlier when he secures the clasp sitting atop my lounger to the strap tethering my wrists. The clasp is connected to a cable with a clear plastic covering. That cable is clipped to the corkscrew that’s now buried deep in the sand behind me.

Eli spreads my legs wide, settling his knees on the end of my lounger, forcing it down to the warm sand below. His large hands settle on my inner thighs, pushing them obscenely wider. For a long moment, he just stares between my legs. When he closes his eyes and inhales deeply, I know that he has seen the glistening evidence of my arousal. Now, he’s scenting me in the air. This embarrassed me once, but Eli has made it clear that nothing is more enticing than the scent of me.

“Wife.”

“Husband.”

“Mrs. Washington.”

“Mr. Washington.”

Eli appears to pause for a moment, keeping his eyes closed. Just as “Simple Man” begins to filter through the air, Eli slowly opens his eyes. He peers directly into my soul and smirks before lowering his mouth to my center. Again, he breathes in deeply and groans. This time he’s close enough to taste, so he does. The flick of his warm tongue and the guttural moans he makes as he licks my clit nearly send me over the edge. He looks up at me, meeting my eyes as he uses the textured surface of his tongue to flatten against me.

“Ah, Eli.”

The intense eye contact and rough pressure are all it takes to surge an intense euphoria through my limbs that settles between my legs, causing my teeth to chatter and my sanity to weaken.

He swirls his nose through the wetness he created at my entrance. Slowly, he maneuvers his large body up mine. It’s now that I see his nose and mouth are slick with the evidence of my climax. He kisses me just as the words to “Don’t Blame Me” surround us.The song is over? He was between my legs longer than I realized.

Eli twines his arm around my waist quickly spinning us so that he’s beneath me and I’m straddling his hips. My breasts have settled heavily on his chest until he reaches between us, grabbing them and bringing them to his mouth. He sucks both nipples into his mouth, growling and grinding his hips up into me.

My hands find their way into his hair, and my soaking wet cunt grinds hard against his bare shaft. This severs that last tenuous string of Eli’s restraint, and he lifts me. His hard cock is flush against his stomach, so I attempt to grip it in my small hand to line us up, but Eli grabs himself, still holding me up with one hand. I can’t catch up or even brace myself before he slams me down, impaling me in one swift movement.

“Eliiii!” His name is on my lips in the same moment that his growl reverberates across the empty space. Just as I tighten the muscles in my thighs to lift myself, Eli’s hips surge up, roughly vaulting my body so that his cock is almost removed from inside me. Just as I’m coming back down, his naked ass meets the lounger. He rockets his hips back up, slamming his massive shaft into me again. The thrusts of his hips are so severe that he’s bouncing my body several inches above him with each forceful move.

The intensity of my orgasm builds each time he slams into me harder with every near violent plunge of his hips. Eli is so wild and frenzied, I don’t think he can do anything but chase his own release in this moment. His gaze is trained between us. He’s focused on the connection his cock is making with my slick cunt. The music continues to play, but the wet sloshing of our mixing arousals, my husband’s vicious growls, and the slapping connection our skin makes is all I can hear until he speaks again.

“Fuck me, wife.”

He knows I can’t do anything but hold onto his thighs as he catapults me into the air over and over. My inner walls clamp down, seizing his cock as my climax intensifies. The muscles in his thighs tighten even more under my fingers as my orgasm continues to climb. My upper body falls forward onto Eli’s sweat slicked chest as he throttles upward harder and faster. I bite down on his chest when bright lights explode in my vision as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced possesses my body. My hands are clenched, and my entire body is shaking with the loss of control. Vaguely, I’m aware of the hot streams of cum he’s releasing inside me as he roars beneath me.

I’m lying limply atop my husband on the most beautiful beach I’ve ever seen. His softening cock is still inside me and his fingers are combing through my hair. His ring on my finger glints in the Barbadian sun while our hearts beat to the same rhythm. Our chosen family awaits us nearby. Soon we’ll return home to build the walls that will house the love and memories we’ll share until our last breaths.

“Elijah Washington, I, Vaughn Washington, am hopelessly and incurably in love with you.”