by Jenika Snow
At the first taste of her, my control broke. I groaned and started licking her pussy, sucking at her silky-smooth lips. I ran my tongue up her cleft and sucked on her clit. She was pink and hot, glistening from her arousal for me.
Latching my mouth over the engorged bud, I sucked on her like a starving man. Hell, I was starving, but only for her. No matter how much I had her, how many times I fucked her, claimed her, I was always hungry for Adele. She tasted so good, so fresh that I grew frenzied for more.
“You taste so fucking good, baby girl.” I licked her so many times my tongue and lips became numb, but I liked that fact because I knew it was good for her. She moaned, thrashed her head from side to side, clenching her hands on the sheets and pulling at them. And still I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. She made these needy little sounds, ones that drove me absolutely fucking crazy with lust.
I reached out and framed her pussy with my hands while I ate her out. I pulled her cunt lips apart, pulled back just an inch, and stared at her pink, wet flesh. While holding her open, I lifted my gaze to her face. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted. Her chest moved up and down from her increased breathing. I went back to licking and sucking at her cunt, wanting her to get off.
Needing her to.
“You taste so damn good. I won’t ever get enough.” As I ran my tongue up and down her slit, she became even wetter for me, more primed.
“I’m so close,” she gasped out, sounding like she had a hard time speaking.
“I want you to get off, baby. I need you to come while I have my face all up in your sweet pussy cream.” She moaned after I spoke, and I started sucking furiously on her clit again.
It didn’t take long before I felt her body start to tighten with her impending orgasm. Moving my hands to her inner thighs, I kept her open. I pulled back an inch and slid one of my hands toward her pussy, slipping two fingers into her. I was slow at first, trying not to be too rough, but I wanted her to lose control for me.
A cry of ecstasy finally left her.
“That’s so fucking it.” I couldn’t stop the words from leaving me.
She lifted her hips and ground her cunt against my face, and I went back to sucking on her clit. The wet, slurping noises of my mouth between her legs had my cock throbbing. I started pressing my hips into the mattress, trying to alleviate the pressure by dry humping the hell out of the bed. My balls were going to explode if I didn’t get my cock inside her.
“Oh. God. Yes,” she moaned loud and long, and that was my breaking point.
I took my fingers from her, licked them clean, and cupped her ass with both my hands. Her asshole was right there for the taking, and I didn’t hold off any longer. I licked at the puckered hole of her bottom with just the tip of my tongue, allowing her to grow used to what I was doing, hoping she’d come from this alone.
“Oliver, yes,” she hissed out the words. Adele started panting again, and I used more force, licking her hard, then sucking on her flesh. Her skin tasted clean, like soap and lemons.
With one more lick up the crease of her bottom, I pulled away. I kept her legs spread open with my hands on her inner thighs and stared down at her pussy. “This is mine,” I said and cupped her sweet spot.
Her chest rose and fell from her post-orgasmic euphoria, and it had the alpha male in me roaring out in pleasure. It was because of me that she looked like that. It was because of me that she felt this desire. I was so damn hard, so fucking ready to have her in all ways. When I rose up, grabbed my cock, and positioned myself at her entrance, the feel of her wet pussy at the tip of my cock had my jaw clenching.
God, this woman could bring me to my knees, and I’d gladly worship her. I’d ask for more.
I gritted my teeth when she reached out and wrapped her fingers around my dick. I had to force myself not to thrust into her. Our gazes were locked, and then I started to push into her, loved how she parted her lips and gasped. A deep groan left me, and her breath hitched, her eyes widening.
Fuck, I was stretching her so good.
“You’re splitting me in two,” she moaned, and I could tell she said that because she felt good.
I gave one last thrust, burying myself deep in her, feeling her muscles tightening around my cock until it felt like she strangled my length. When I was fully inside her, I tightened my fingers around her hips, and in one move rolled onto my back and had her straddling me. She had her legs spread wide on either side of me, her hands on my chest, and the drowsy look of ecstasy on her face.
“Ride me, baby.”
She started moving, working herself on me, rising up and down, taking all my length, then lifting up so it almost slipped out of her. Then she’d slam her pussy back down on me. I moved my hands to her hips and dug them into her flesh, trying to let her set the pace. But fuck, it was hard. Her movements started off slow, but she soon picked up speed.
“That’s it.”
Her breath hitched when she rose up and then slid all the way down on me. Over and over, she did this, gradually going faster with each passing second. For a moment I lost my control and found myself thrusting up, pushing myself deep and hard inside her.
“Yes,” she cried out.
But I couldn’t control myself. I couldn’t stop myself from flipping her over so she was now on her back. I needed to be the one in control. I speared my hands in her hair, tugging at the strands and tilting her head back, making her throat arch.
“Yes, Oliver. God, yes,” she moaned.
I moved down and ran my teeth up her neck, loving when I felt a shiver work through her. “Wrap those pretty thighs around my waist.” She did what I asked, and I felt myself slip inside her impossibly deeper. “Lift those hips, baby. Give it to me.”
She did what I said, grinding herself on me, against me. I was still inside her tight, wet heat, and it was fucking heaven. Even after all this time with Adele, it always felt like the first time every time. It was mind-blowing, exhilarating, and so fucking good.
Placing my hands on either side of her head now, I started moving inside her slow and steady, really feeling every inch of her. I felt sweat trickle down my hairline, my muscles tight, tensed. I was a greedy bastard when it came to Adele. I placed one hand on her belly, making her still, stopping myself, because I was so close to getting off as it was.
I let my gaze travel to her mouth and continued to follow the path down her body to her breasts, over her belly. I stopped at the top of her pussy, just taking in how fucking gorgeous she was. She had a thatch of dark, trimmed hair covering that pretty part of her, that wet, intimate part of her body I claimed. No one would ever know what she felt like but me.
Leaning back slightly, I used my thumbs to pull her pussy lips even wider apart, stared at her engorged little clit, and felt my heart jerk in my chest. My mouth watered at how fucking delicious she looked.
With my cock still lodged in Adele’s pussy, I couldn’t be still for much longer. I started fucking her good and thoroughly, making sure she only felt pleasure. I leaned forward, and our sweat-slicked stomachs slid together erotically. I pulled out and thrust back in harder with each passing second.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Oliver, you’re stretching me so good.”
A groan left me at her words, and when her tight body clenched around me. I moved faster and harder in and out of her, unable to control myself. Her pussy tightened around me continuously, and I clenched my teeth. My balls drew up tight with my impending orgasm. I was going to come, and I was going to fill her up with it. I was going to make her so full of it that my seed would slip out of her pussy and coat her skin. I’d make her rub it in like fucking lotion, make her smell like me, marked by me.
She dug her nails into my skin, and I hissed out, loving the pain and pleasure that followed.
“That’s it, Adele baby.”
Lifting up just enough so my arms were locked straight and my chest no longer touched hers, I looked down at where our bodies were connected again. Fuck, it was hot, gorg
eous… turned me on so damn much.
“Yes,” she hissed. “Harder and faster, Oliver.” She arched her back, her breasts rising up from the motion, her nipples puckering even more, her skin flushed.
My gaze was trained on the sight of her tips elongating farther. I was going to give her what she asked for. I was going to give her everything. I sat back on my knees, wrapped my hands around her curvy waist, and dug my fingers into her pliant, soft flesh. And then I fucked her.
I was mindless in my need to pleasure her. The sexual, wet sounds of my cock moving in and out her cunt was an auditory orgasm all its own. I bottomed out every time I thrust back inside.
Over and over, I did this, my balls slapping against her peach-shaped ass.
She gasped. “I’m going to come again, Oliver.” The way she moaned had my pleasure mounting. Knowing I was the one giving this ecstasy to Adele felt good in more than just a sexual way.
The sensations were all-consuming pleasure and had my orgasm washing through me before I could stop it. Her pussy muscles milked my dick, tightening and relaxing so that I couldn’t hold off from coming.
“Fuck. It’s so good.” My body involuntarily jerked against her as I came. I emptied myself inside her willing body. The fact that I filled her with my seed, made her take all my cum, claimed her, and saturated her with the most intimate part of me had my arousal going so fucking high I couldn’t rein it in.
“Fuck, Adele, baby.” I continued to thrust into her shallowly, seeing the pleasure on her face, wanting to prolong it as much as I could. I didn’t want this to end, didn’t want to pull out of her sweet, wet, and warm pussy. “I’ll never let you go, Adele. I’ll never let anyone else have you.” Those words were stated so harshly, so fucking possessively, I saw the surprise on her face.
She stared up at me with wide, pleasure-filled eyes. “Good,” she cried out and then moaned. “Yes, Oliver.”
Everything about Adele made me hard, needy, and possessive.
I cupped the side of her face and groaned, “You’re mine.”
She nodded, these little breathless sounds leaving her. “I’m yours, and I’m not going anywhere, Oliver.” Those words were hushed, passionate. “I’ll always be yours.”
Yeah, she fucking would.
I leaned closer and ran the tip of my nose up the length of her throat, inhaling deeply and taking her intoxicating scent into my body. She smelled sweet and clean. She smelled like mine.
I wished I could mark her like some kind of animal.
“Christ, baby.” This was what it meant to want a woman so badly it ate away at everything else, to love someone so deeply it consumed every single inch of you, seeped into your marrow. I knew it would always be this way with her. Always.
I ran my teeth over her flesh, a harsh groan leaving me, my pleasure sated momentarily, because I was with Adele. This was how it was every time with her. This was how it would always be. I gave her neck one last lick and pulled out of her, and she rolled onto her side.
God, she felt incredible. I kissed her on the forehead, pulled back, and just stared at Adele for a prolonged second. Fuck, I was so damn lucky to have her, to call her my woman, to be able to love her and have her love in return. I smoothed my hands over the indentation of her spine, along the curve of her ass, and loved that her flesh puckered for me, that she was so receptive to my touch. Adele was mine—every part of her was only mine. I didn’t deny myself when it came to her. I didn’t deny either of us. I’d give her the world ten times over if it would make her happy.
I leaned forward and started running my tongue over the small of her back, loving that she moaned slightly. I wanted to memorize every inch of her, have her know my touch indefinitely. She was pliant for me, not denying my urge to taste all of her.
“How does that feel, baby?” I murmured against her skin.
“So good,” she whispered, her voice thick with sleep and satisfaction.
Over and over I licked and sucked at her, my cock hard again, but my need right now was about making Adele feel good, and not about what I wanted.
“Turn over for me,” I coaxed.
She listened to me instantly, had this rough growl of approval leaving me. Once her breasts were right there for the taking, I leaned down and sucked on her nipples for long seconds, alternating between her peaks, loving the flavor and feel of her. Her sweet moans made me feel like a man, a real man that could please his woman.
But after long seconds I forced myself to move to the rest of her body, to continue memorizing her curves and silky-smooth flesh with my mouth. I trailed my tongue up her throat and licked a path over her pulse point, insanely aroused by the fact I could feel how rapidly it beat, knew she was going over the edge with me.
“You’re mine, Adele,” I said, my voice husky, determined.
“Yes,” she whispered, moaned. “I’m only yours.”
I pulled away and looked down at her again, so fucking in love with this woman I couldn’t even breathe. I gathered her into my arms, and after a few moments I heard her breathing change, relaxing. I knew she’d be asleep soon, her body content from the loving I’d given her. I felt male pride over the fact I’d brought this exhaustion out in her, because I’d worn her out in only the best of ways. There had been a time I worried I would never see Adele again after our one night we’d shared. But now that she was here, in my arms, our love out in the open, I knew I’d never let her go again. I was never letting her out of my sight.
I was willing to risk anything to make her mine.
“I love you, Adele,” I whispered, sensing her falling deeper into sleep and feeling my gut tighten when she curled against me even more.
“I love you too,” she whispered, and I felt my heart race in pleasure at hearing her say those words. I reached out and placed my hand on her belly, feeling the swell of her stomach, knowing my baby grew in there. I wouldn’t be opposed to Adele always looking like this, pregnant with my baby, glowing, knowing I was the one who’d planted my seed in her.
I smiled to myself. God, I loved this woman. I’d always worry about her, always make sure she loved me back and was happy.
If I had one fucking goal in life, it was to be the best man I could for this woman and the family we created.
Epilogue Two
Oliver
Ten-year anniversary
Our reconnection anniversary. That’s what I called it, the moment I found Adele in my life again, made her mine.
We had our wedding anniversary, even celebrated when we went on our first official date. She teased me, thought it was funny to celebrate all these things, but I knew she loved it as much as I did.
But on this day I reconnected with my soul mate again, found her once more after three very long months. It was pretty damn special to me. So special I made sure to celebrate it every single year.
And ten years later was a long time. It was a milestone. And it had taken this long to plan everything, to let our life get settled, to grow our family, build our dream house. It had taken over a decade for us to be comfortable and secure with everything before I’d finally taken her on that one trip she always dreamed about.
Norway and the Northern Lights.
And here we were, just her and me wrapped up in a blanket, trapped pleasantly in our little cabin in the middle of nowhere, the ceiling glass, even one whole wall a window so we could see the wonder of the wilderness all around us.
We were pretty far north in Norway, staring out the window, looking at those colorful, wonderful and fantastic Northern Lights. Although I’d love for our two children to be here with us, Xavier and Lila, this trip was about Adele and me. It was for her and me. It was about finally making this one trip I always promised myself I’d give her one day.
And that day was today. Now.
I kissed the top of Adele’s head, and she snuggled in closer.
“Thank you for bringing me here, for planning this and surprising me.” She shifted on the bed we currently sat
on, the comforter thick, the mattress situated right up against the window so when we went to bed, the Northern Lights were our night-light, and the wintery forest was our alarm clock.
“Thank you for loving me and agreeing to come here with me.”
She chuckled softly. “You’re thanking me, when you’re the one who brought me on this incredible trip.”
I leaned in close and kissed her on the lips, savoring the feel of her, the fact that she melted against me. Even all these years later, here we were, more in love than ever. Hell, every single day I fell in love with her more. She made my belly tighten in anticipation, made my heart skip a beat when she sang. I tingled all over at the feel of her against my body and the sound of my name falling from her lips as she moaned in ecstasy. God, I loved this woman.
We lay down, me behind her, my arm wrapped around her waist. Her back was to my chest, and the sweet scent of her filled my head, had me drunk and calm all in the same breath. And as we stared at those wondrous lights, as I held the woman I loved and knew my soul mate was right by my side, I realized for the hundredth time that I was one lucky bastard.
This was my wife, the mother of my children, my little songbird, and I’d always make sure I was by her side no matter what.
No would ever love anyone as much as I loved her. Of that I was sure.
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