Page 111 of The Christmas Trap

"Oh, Brody," she moans my name again. And goddamn, I grow even harder.

I blow gently over her clit, and she writhes, then pushes up her pelvis so the sweet scent of her pussy envelops me. My blood drains to my cock. I’m not going to last much longer. Which means, I’d better speed this along and get her off first.

I need her to come at least thrice before I fuck her. I'm too much of a fucking coward to say I love her, but maybe I can show her.

I can make her orgasm until her entire body is a melting mass of desire, and every cell in her body has my name imprinted within.

I sit up, touch the vibrator to her clit, and she cries out. She thrashes her head from side to side and curves her spine. Without giving her time to recover I slip the vibrator inside her. It slips in easily; that’s how wet she is.

She spreads her legs wider apart—there’s enough stretch to the rope to allow that—and tips up her chin.

"Ohmigod." She huffs. Then shudders again. I pull out the vibrator then slide it back in again. This time, it slides in even deeper.

"Brody that…feels…soooo good."

I watch her features, taking in the flushed skin, the strained tendons of her neck, the bead of sweat sliding down to pool in the hollow at the base of her throat. "You’re so fucking gorgeous."

Holding the vibrator steady, I lean over her and suck gently on her nipple. She’s so sensitized that instantly goosebumps pepper her chest. She writhes again. "It’s too much."

"Good."

"I…I don’t know how much more I can take."

"You’ll take everything I give you and you’ll do so happily," I growl.

She bites down on her lower lip in reply. I release it from her teeth. "Only I get to hurt you, baby."

Her chest rises and falls. She exhales and shivers.

"Your body belongs to me. You feel me? Answer me, Lark."

"Yesss," she hisses back. "Yes."

"Good." I pull out the vibrator and this time when I touch it to her clit, her eyes roll back in her head. The pulse at the base of her throat speeds up further and I know she’s close.

I switch off the vibrator and set it aside. Then I part her pussy lips and lick her from the eyelet between her arse cheeks to her clit.

A long low moan emerges from her gorgeous mouth. Her fingers flutter. I feel her touch as if she’s carded them through my hair. This is the connection I felt the first time I saw her. This resonance with her is what drew me to her.

I slurp at her pussy lips savoring the sweetness of her arousal. She tastes like every single wet dream come true. Like the elixir of everything sinful. Better than a cold beer at the end of a long hard marathon. She tastes like she’s mine. My wife.

The thought jolts longing through my veins. I begin to lick and sip from her pussy. Taking in the strain on her face. The way she tugs at her bindings, wanting to get free. She arches her back, pushing her shoulders into the mattress. And when her mouth opens in a silent cry I know she’s about to come.

With timing born of a sixth sense I pull back.

Instantly, she subsides. Her eyelids flutter open. "What are you?—?"

I sit back. "You may come now." I slap her pussy.

She orgasms instantly. And so suddenly her entire body freezes for a long few seconds. Then with a shudder she floats back to earth. Her body slumps. But I’m not done yet. I scoop up her cum and smear it on the vibrator. Then I hold it to the entrance of her back channel.

A tremor runs through her. Her thighs quiver. And when I ease the wand through the forbidden opening, her frame quakes. The device slips in through the ring of muscle. She gasps. Her eyelids flutter open, the pupils so blown, there’s barely a circle of green around her iris. Our gazes meet, and the air turns electric.

"You’re so fucking turned on." Satisfaction drips from my words. Surely, there can’t be anything as gratifying as seeing my wife so ready and open and waiting for what I’m going to do next. I hold thewand in place, allowing her to adjust to the girth. When her body begins to relax the vibrator slips in further. I touch that secret space deep inside her, and her breath catches.

Her cheeks deepen in color, the flush spreading to her décolletage. Her entire body seems to vibrate, and she pants loudly.

I pull the vibrator out, then slide it in again, once again rubbing up against her P-spot.