Page 16 of Splintered Security (Aspen & Evergreen #2)

personal porno

Anni

I stiffen and slink back, caving into myself. It’s not that I don’t want it. God, I so want it. I just thought he should know I don’t know how, exactly. I don’t want to smother him.

“Oh, no you don’t.” He pulls my arms away from my chest. “Don’t hide from me. Not ever, and sure as fuck not in our bed.”

Our bed? I jerk in surprise a bit, but my body softens at his words and his tone. This isn’t a man who wants to use me to get off. He’s trying to give me what I want and what I need, and I’m not an easy woman to do either for.

“Ren.” His name comes out on a whimper. I need release. I want him. Why can’t he just get that?

“What, Anni?”

“Please make me come.” I blush at the request, because this is not my thing. Hell, maybe it is, but I’ve never been with anyone who gave a shit about my pleasure. They got on, got off, and then got off… literally. My enjoyment has never factored in.

“You want my tongue, my fingers, or my cock?”

I want them all. “All, but I want your tongue first.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

He sits up on an ab crunch, lifts my shirt from around my waist, and reaches around to remove my bra. His lips tease one nipple before moving to another, sucking and nipping. All the while his wide hands roam my back and ribs, lifting me into his mouth and all-around driving me wild with lust.

One hand snakes down my back and to the globe of my ass squeezing, pulling it open, and a lone finger teases my slit.

“Oh God.” I can’t stop the moan that escapes me. He’s everywhere. His mouth at my breast releases with a pop.

He leans me back between his hard thighs, my legs splayed around his narrow hips. I’m naked and laid out for him to see. And from the hunger in his eyes, he likes it.

“My wife is beautiful. And I’m going to eat her until she’s so tired, she can’t see straight.”

I laugh and watch as he draws the fingers of one hand over my breast, around my nipple, giving it a sharp pinch, down to my ribs, where he lazily and ever so slowly makes his way to my center.

I’m panting, desperate, and can’t give a rip that I’m his personal porno while he’s fully dressed.

When his fingers get to my core, he thumbs my clit, watching my face.

I lose his gaze when he stares down between my legs, because his thumb does some serious magic and it takes all my concentration. I close my eyes and lift my hips. “Please, Ren.”

I lose his warmth at my core, but just for a second as he shifts, and my legs move over his shoulders, and his mouth is there .

His warm, flat tongue licks me from slit to clit as his hands hold me to his mouth.

“You are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.

” He does it again and again. “Never going to have enough.”

If he keeps speaking, I don’t know. I writhe.

I jerk. I roll my hips to get more or to get less, maybe both.

The pleasure he’s building overwhelms my senses.

He gives me two fingers. At the same time, he sucks hard on my clit, flicking his tongue somewhere, and I explode.

My core erupts in wave after wave of the sweetest pleasure I’ve ever known, white light bursting behind my eyelids.

When I scream, I have no clue if my words are coherent. And I don’t care. Because it doesn’t stop. It ebbs but doesn’t dissipate.

He removes his fingers and tongue fucks me before returning to my clit and torturing me again and again.

I can’t even register what he’s doing, but I know he’s ravenous, and he’s not patient anymore. My legs go wider as he burrows in deeper. He blows and sucks, nips and flicks, and provides me with the most ecstasy I’ve ever known.

“Ren, oh God, Ren.” I hold his head, shamelessly rocking my pussy into his face, moaning and calling his name.

When the second or third orgasm rocks through me, it’s softer, but pulls deeper and extends longer.

I arch my neck and let the longest moan of my life flow from deep in my gut to fill the room .

I have no idea how long I float in the bliss of my orgasm high. I’m boneless and sated and happy. I could sleep for an age and I might even try to.

Lips hit my clit for a kiss and I jerk, still so sensitive. “Sweet as sunshine.”

Ren kisses my pubic bone, then my belly. He places his lips between my breasts before they land on my mouth.

This kiss is different. It’s hot, it’s deep, but it’s tender. Although, that isn’t the right word either. It’s more . It’s more than lust. It’s more than passion.

His hips fall where my legs are parted and his long thick cock through his jeans presses slow and long at my core through his jeans. I lift my legs to circle his hips, to cradle him and to welcome him.

I open my eyes to find him staring down at me, looming like an Italian god, ready to strike or make love to end the world.

And for the first time in so, so long, I smile.

Ren

“Mrs. Gallo, you are stunning when you come. I’m so glad you weren’t riding my face, because watching you shouldn’t be missed.”

She closes her eyes, and if her face weren’t already flushed so red, I’d bet she would blush at my words.

“Next time, maybe… Though now that I know what you look like, I may not be willing to let you come without seeing it for myself. Shame, because reverse cowgirl or doggy or—” I press into her core with each word. “Or sixty-nine?—”

A hand slaps over my mouth as her eyes bug out. But the amusement or embarrassment on her face are enough to make me laugh. And that movement has me rocking against her clit and makes her face morph.

“Fuck, Wife. You are beautiful.” I lean down and take her mouth one last time, before hovering above her. “Orgasms make me hungry. You want me to feed you?”

She pulls her head back, perplexed. Maybe I gauged that incorrectly. “Am I wrong?”

She blushes furiously and lets a hand trail down my side and between us, though there’s not much room. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Don’t you want to…”

“Don’t I want what?” I taunt. The innocent look on her face is too good not to enjoy. She’s not na?ve, but she doesn’t say what she needs, and I want that from her. I want it like I’ve never wanted anything else.

“I mean, don’t you need some—” There’s a long pause as she clamps her eyes shut. “Relief? Can I take care of you?”

I place a soft kiss to her lips and whisper there, “I’m all yours. Do whatever you want to.”

I sit up on my heels, before rolling to my back, extending a hand for her to accept .

She does before reaching for her shirt.

“No.”

She startles, and I soften my tone. “No, Sunshine. Want to see your body when you do whatever it is you’re going to do to me.”

“Oh. Um, okay.” Her voice is quiet as she slides next me, over me, fumbling my belt buckle. I push my palms behind my head and allow the time she’s taking to torture me like nothing and no one before ever has.

She works my button and fly and taps my hips. “Lift?” It’s a question not a statement, but I push my hips up and let her hands pull down my jeans and boxers. My cock bobs, long and proud, seeking her touch and attention.

“Wow.” I don’t think she means to say it out loud, but if there was anything she could do to make this moment better, it’s that.

“You like it, Anni? It’s all yours.”

Her small, soft hands fist me, and if I could jump out of my skin, I would.

I clench my jaw and fight to hold my load.

Everything in me is coiled to release, so when she kisses my crown, I fist the hair at the back of my head and tug, seeking out anything to keep my mind off the gorgeous woman—my wife—with her mouth at my cock.

I can’t fight it. I lean up on my elbows to take in what’s before me. Her dark hair curtains her face as she dips to lick me like a melting ice cream cone. When she opens her mouth to take me down her throat, I growl. Her cheeks hollow and her eyes lift to mine .

“Fuuck.”

She stops and slides off my cock. “Is that good or bad?” Her voice is quiet and unsure, and it pisses me right the hell off.

“Good, baby. No. Better than good.” The muscles in my neck are tight, and I clench and unclench my jaw. “Nothing you do to me could be bad.”

“Then why do you look like you’re in pain?”

“Suck me. Please,” I grit through my teeth, teetering on the edge.

Her mouth returns, and I slide a hand along her jaw, not to guide her, but just to connect. And simply to remind myself she’s not someone to push onto my dick, thrust to the back of her throat, and make gag. She’s my Anni, and she needs to be treated with care.

“Exquisite.” It’s all I can say, because I have to focus. Focus on not coming. Focus on not choking her with my cock. Focus on not scaring her with all I want to do to her and with her.

The smile framing her lips is my undoing. Well, that and the suction and her swallowing at my tip. The rush of fire down my spine comes all too quickly.

“Sunshine?”

Her eyes tip to mine, my cock still between her full lips.

“Need you to stop.”

She does, but she doesn’t move.

“I’m going to come.” I pause because forming words while experiencing the absolute bliss of being sucked off by this stunning woman is too much. “Don’t want to… Oh, fuck, I’m going to?—”

She opens her throat, flattens her tongue and swallows, humming.

And I explode.