Drowning to Breathe

I ran my tongue from the cleft of her sweet little ass all the way to her clit.

“Oh God,” she whimpered. Trembling fingers rustled through my hair. “One look and I forget who I am. One touch and I’m gone. You are my everything.”

Urging me to straighten, she leaned forward enough to trace along my jaw, dragging slow down my neck to my chest, glancing softly over my scars.

Love.

Belief.

Beauty.

Trust.

Trailing a path down my body, her fingertips brushed over the green monkey immortalized on my side.

This girl was so damned in tune with who I was. Like she shared in this loss without needing insight to the details. Shea just got every bit of me.

My heart lurched when I thought of the brown monkey laying on the entry table downstairs, that baby girl just as sweet.

I deserved none of it.

And here I stood, covered in Shea’s light, cloaked in her darkness, surrounded in her scent of satisfaction, lost beneath the surface where she became the air. My air.

Drowning to Breathe.

“God, I love you…so much…so much,” I said, hand going to her cheek while the other continued to wind her right back up, because if I was going, then I was taking her along with me.

“I know.” She said it like she’d received a gift, her words again taking on that reverent tone, seeing through all my bullshit to what mattered underneath. “I love you…with all of me.”

She continued tracking down, fingertips gliding down my stomach that jerked beneath her touch.

She wrapped her hand around the base of my cock.

So damned soft.

I grunted through a groan.

Pure seduction kicked up at the corner of her mouth as she gave me one good stroke, thumb running around my throbbing head.

“Shit,” slid from between my clenched teeth, and I wrapped my hand around hers, let her pump me once more, before I took over and pressed the tip of my dick to her drenched center and nudged in an inch.

Sweat gathered at the nape of my neck and my entire body twitched with restraint.

“You ready for me?” I bit off. Everything about it came across like a threat, because every cell in my body screamed at me to take my wife. My guts were twisted with need and my thighs shook like a goddamned leaf.

Wanted to fuck just about as bad as I wanted to adore.

“Yes,” grated from her mouth.

I surged forward and Shea screamed out as her body adjusted to mine. Streaks of pleasure rippled from my body as I drove into her.

“Every time…every fucking time,” I muttered, trying to recover my composure considering I’d lost it the second I’d walked through the door. There wasn’t anything in the world that felt better than this. Better than her.

Shea.

She whimpered and dug her fingers into my shoulders, holding on when I began to move, every move frenzied with my body’s demand. Miles of long, toned legs were wrapped around my waist, and each greedy thrust jarred her back.

Wrapping an arm around her back, I held her by the base of the neck to keep her steady, my hips meeting hers as I continued at the savage pace.

Needed to consume.

To take it all.

With my free hand, I dipped two fingers into the warm, wet well of her mouth. Shea moaned, then sucked, cheeks hollowing out as her tongue pulsated around my fingers.

Fuck, she was a dream, this girl a fantasy. Like she’d been offered to me. Wrapped up with a big red bow. But tucked inside was more. Something fragile and soft, her love a guiltless trust that struck me deep. Just drove me a little madder, crazy for this girl who owned every part of me.

I pumped my fingers in and out of her mouth while strangled words tumbled from my own. “You have no idea how sexy you are. You are amazing.”

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