“Don’t move,” he instructs.
He licks my clit, lightly, tentatively. Then Josh uses his soft warm lips, kissing down my pearl, over my labia, until he’s at my ass, before bringing his incredible tongue all the way back up to my clitoris, making my legs shudder.
I’m so utterly open to him—physically, spiritually, emotionally, mentally.
“I love your *—the way it’s on display like this—you’re so fucking hot!” His animal words make my eyelids grow heavy with lust and want.
He swallows the last of his remaining whiskey and pulls an ice chunk between his lips, and then sets it against my clit.
I cry out at the sensation of the frigid thing, but as he works it around my need, the ice becomes slick and slippery, mixing with the melting water, his saliva and my own wetness—the cold feels amazing against my heated flesh.
My legs are becoming tingly and numb from staying in the unaccustomed position.
I can tell the ice is getting smaller as Josh’s lips rub against me more often. A moment later he throws his head back, swallowing the remaining chunk, then falls over my * with his hot open mouth, making love to it with abandon! The contrast of the hard, cold ice to the soft red heat drives me into a frenzy.
A throaty cry escapes me from the extreme sensations, and he grabs hold of my ass in both his rough, strong hands, digging his fingers into my flesh.
I can’t hold myself up any longer and my legs give out.
I think that’s what Josh was expecting, and he holds me up against his face, eating me like he’s never tasted me before.
“Oh my God, Josh, I’m so fucking close!” I pant.
Quickly, he works each of my legs over his shoulders, gets his bent knee under us and literally bench presses me into the air! I stay wrapped completely around his face as he stands and walks to the bed—his tongue diving and dipping into my hole.
I look down to his face the moment he looks up into mine. My body starts to wiggle and buck.
He grabs my arms roughly.
“No, please don’t stop.”
“I’ll never stop.” He lowers me onto the bed and drops his pants. “Touch yourself.”
“What?”
“Work your clit. I want to watch,” he mandates.
I slip my hand between my legs and into my own wetness, and I massage myself in a circular motion.
“Imagine, as you rub yourself in your most silken area, that it heightens my pleasure to behold your body, in all of its wonder, surrendering its power to the sensations it feels.”
“Oh my God, the letter!” He’s reciting the letter he gave me to use the night before the wedding when I was all worked up—but I didn’t want to without him.
“Imagine feeling the sensation of my hard body as I lay over top of you—my dick so close to being inside you—as I lick your tits …”
As he speaks it, he does it. My breasts reach towards him as my back arches. “Let me put my mouth all over them …” He kisses over the mounds. “They’re so beautiful.”
I moan unabashedly.
“I’m now swirling my wet tongue over your nipple before I pull it inside of my wanting mouth to suck your flesh.”
I cry out, “Fuck me, Josh!”
“Do as I say!” he commands. “Push your finger inside your *.”
I immediately obey.
“I’m watching to make sure you do it right—now slide it in and out.”
My breathing is completely fucked and I begin gasping for air.
“Add a second finger and go deeper.”
My head tilts back as I groan. “This isn’t enough … I want to feel you.”
He hikes himself up onto the bed, knees in front of my face and pushes his cock between my lips. “I didn’t say you could talk.”
Oh dear God!
He slides in a few times then pulls out and tells me, “Suck on your fingers. Now.”
When I do he clamps his fingers over my nipples. “They get so hard when you’re about to come.”
Groaning over my fingers in my mouth I plead with my eyes.
“What else did the letter say?” he asks.
“It said you’d make me come both ways at the same time when you got me in bed again.” I whine.
I think how this is officially our first time “in bed” since we’ve been married. Not that we hadn’t already consummated the marriage—we snuck away from the reception and did it in the closet and had amazing sex forty thousand feet in the air on the private jet—but yes, this was the first technical “bed” time.
“Do I keep my promises?” Holy fuck, the way he’s pinching and twisting my nipples is driving me into a frenzy.
“YES!”
He smiles, stoops down and begins lapping my * again.
I can’t take it—my legs shake and I’m starting to feel like I’m losing any control over my own body whatsoever as it completely surrenders to Josh.
He crawls up fast, positions his dick at my entrance, then rams it hard all the way up inside me!
A scream bursts over my lips. “Fuck!”