Page 37 of Too Sweet
Gripping the back of his head with both hands, I look my husband in the eye. “You, Decker. I needyouto make me come.”
His lashes flutter closed. His chest shudders above me.
When he opens his eyes, heat blazes behind impossibly dark irises.
My words were clearly both a comfort and a confidence boost.
Decker pulls back, then drags his hand between my breasts as he works his way down… down… down.
With a roguish smile and hooded eyes, he scans my naked, writhing frame. “Your wish is my command, wife.”
He wraps his arms around my legs, lifting my lower half off the floor of the boat. “Hold her open for me,” he tells Kendrick and Locke. They each take a leg, supporting my weight as my husband situates himself at my core.
Decker doesn’t ease me into it. He doesn’t tease or gently caress to build up the tension. He dives in, devouring my sex and sucking so hard on my clit I see stars.
My back tries to arch again, but I’m met with resistance. Kylian maintains a hold on my neck, anchoring me to the blankets beneath me.
I reach for him with one hand, guiding him forward for a kiss.
He gives me what I want, bringing his mouth to mine, but I can barely return the slow, languid strokes of his tongue. All my focus is being monopolized by the man with his head buried between my thighs.
“Decker,” I plead, gripping his hair with one hand and pulling him even harder against my core. He takes the opportunity to slide a single finger inside me, crooking it once against my G-spot, then rubbing back and forth against my inner wall once he hits the spot that makes me cry out.
He builds me up. He torments me with his mouth; with the grip on my thighs that seems to tighten every time Kylian squeezes my throat and the others caress my legs.
I feel them everywhere as my mind goes blank and my body soars.
“Decker.Please,” I pant. “I’m so fucking close.”
“Fuck, baby. I love to hear you beg. Say my name again.”
His mouth reconnects with my core. A second finger slides inside, scissoring against my sweet spot in a torturous rhythm. When he sucks my clit hard and presses into my G-spot at the same time, I hit a stratospheric peak I’ve never crested before.
“Decker. Decker.Decker,” I chant. Every syllable is a plea, my needy desperation for him so intense, I can’t do anything but feel.
In that moment, I exist on two planes. I straddle the peak of pleasure, my orgasm still building as my four men send me higher and higher.
I’m wound so tightly, every muscle in my body burns.
I’m so far gone I forget to breathe, the oxygen deprivation adding to the heady, blurry edge of bliss.
“Come for me, Mrs. Crusade.”
The command is followed by a sharp nip of his teeth.
I’m helpless to do anything but exactly what he says. I tip and fall, spiraling all the way down.
My body spasms, my pussy weeps in satisfaction. Tears leak from my eyes. My muscles go slack as every cell in my body rejoices in release.
Soothing words wash over me, four sets of hands grazing over my skin and holding me steady as the world tilts on its axis then rights itself once more.
Decker sits back on his knees, his gaze flitting from my face to my exposed, spasming sex. “We all want in tonight, Siren. Will you let us all in?”
“Yes,” I consent with a shuddering, eager inhale. “Have me. Fill me. Fuck me and make me yours.”
“Nicky’s first,” Kylian whispers in my ear.
My guys move around me, Decker taking the leg that Nicky was just holding as he shifts into position.