Page 97 of The Moon & His Tides

I was just a body in the most beautiful way a physical form could be.

Filled with pleasure, accentuated by touch, used for love.

Savvy’s silken hands traced over every inch of my torso, tested the flats of my nipples, and tugged slightly at the hair leading from my naval.

“It’s my birthday,” Adam said, as if it just occurred to him. “So why don’t you unwrap my present?”

Our lover grinned, teeth cutting into the edge of her smile as she lowered her hands to my belt and made quick work of opening my trousers. With one hasty push, she shucked them and my boxer briefs down my thighs, where they pooled at my ankles.

My erection slapped against her face, smearing a trail of precum over her cheek.

She leaned back on her heels, finger tracing the line of slick so she could bring it to her mouth with a hum of approval. My cock kicked between us, and she gave a breathy laugh of satisfaction as she ran a fingernail down its length.

“So thick,” she murmured. “I love being split open on this.”

A rumble moved through my chest.

“I need a birthday card,” Adam demanded, suddenly beside us, tossing a black tube to the linen cover beside his wife. “Write one on his skin.”

Before he moved away, Adam ran his hand down my flank the way an owner might test his horseflesh. It was propriety and condescending somehow.

It shouldn’t have made me moan, maybe, but I was beyond should nots and shame.

Savvy undid the top of the lipstick and reapplied it thickly to her lips, her resulting smile slicked as if with blood, glistening and primal. She reached up to score her nails down my chest as she set her lips to the pulse point in my neck.

“Your heart beats so fast when I have my hands on you,” she murmured. “Does it excite you to have me like this?”

The bed squeaked as Adam got on his knees on the mattress behind Savannah, and he began to undress her with perfunctory motions.

She didn’t lose focus.

Her red lips marked my throat and left a trail to each pec, a rosy rim around each nipple. Unsatisfied, she let Adam push her dress down her arms and then reached for the lipstick again, using it to trace vivid lines around my abdominals and then signing the work with a flourish of her own name.

“Mine,” she whispered with a fevered intensity that matched the dark, glazed intent in her eyes.

“And mine,” Adam reminded her with a sharp smack to her now bare ass. His legs were to either side of her kneeling form, one hand holding her hip as he gave her cheek another spanking. “This ismypresent tonight, Savannah. You’re just preparing him for me.”

Her hesitation was only slight, but it was there.

Adam spanked her again, harder, so she let out a little gasp, and her nails scored down the muscles arrowing to my groin.

“Don’t be greedy,” he scolded. “I’ll sit you on his face to muffle his cries when I finally slide into that tight, hot arse. You’ll love drowning him in your juices.”

“Yes,” she hissed, wiggling her bottom back to get more attention even as she used the lipstick to write “Adam’s Gift” on the other side of her signature.

He spanked her again. “Get to work. I want his cock dripping like a broken faucet. Show him how well you take cock down your pretty throat, sweetheart.”

She took my dick in both her hands, clearly marvelling at the heft and girth. It was the way a student of art might look at a sculpture or an astronomer the night sky. So much wonder and gratitude, and it was all forme.

“Suck it,” I told her, my voice guttural with lust. “Mark me up with that lipstick like I’ve wanted you to do since the first time I picked you up in the town car.”

Glee lit her expression. Myduchessaloved to be praised and admired.

Mouth open lewdly wide, she slid the head of my cock over her tongue and straight to the back of her throat. When she hit the base of my shaft, she sealed her red lips around the skin, leaving a brilliant red mark.

And then she did it again and again, moving back each time just a little so that my shaft was covered from root to head in concentric circles like the rings of a tree in her mark.

“So gorgeous,” she whispered to herself as she lapped at my leaking slit. “I could suck you all night long.”