Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 26768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“Shhh, so good. You’re doing so good. Focus on breathing through your nose.” She does, inhaling and exhaling slowly. “Good job, baby, very good. Fuhhh.”
I have to take a second to lay my head back. She’s so warm, tight, and takes my direction so well. Taking a second to really take it in, I know I have one more inch and I have to slowly bottom out or she will gag.
“Breathe in and get ready, one more inch and then you just have to let me sit there for a minute, principessa. Tap twice when you aren’t able to take me anymore.” Last time we did it, she kept me in her throat for ten seconds, my goal is double. Emelia cant speak or this will all be ruined. Focusing on her breathing, and looking up into my eyes for stability, I massage her head where my hand cups it.
“Ohh, there it is, baby. Goddamn. I am all the way in, I am so deep down in your throat.” I don’t move and neither does she. We both let me sit deep down there and I count in my head.
“You got this. So close. Just a little longer.” My balls tighten, I could come at the image of her. My girth makes it to where no air could even come between her lips and my cock. Her nostrils flare open and shut slowly and her eyes leak tears. We pass ten seconds…then fifteen…and twenty. Fuck I need to fuck her and come.
“There we go, my love.” I slide out of her slowly and drop from her mouth with a pop and she gasps for air violently.
“Twenty-five seconds, such a good wife.”
She blushes, slowly catching her breath.
“But now I need to come, you ready?”
“Do whatever to me, please. I loved that.” She smiles and I return it.
“I know you did, Emelia. You are a very good submissive to me. You deserve to be rewarded.” With that I grab the back of her head, and she knows exactly what to do, grabbing me at the root, she slides to the tip and places me in her mouth and from there, I take over. I thrust in and out of her mouth at a quickened pace. Emelia holds my thighs, and her gulping sounds mixed with the way she looks up at me like a fucking siren, has me close. I keep fucking her mouth, eager to spill down her throat.
“Not.”
Thrust.
“One.”
Thrust.
“Fucking drop.”
Thrust.
“Of my come will be wasted. Swallow it all.” I am relentless and I wait for her to tap out, but Emelia is not a quitter. She keeps choking on me, salivating against my cock and gurgling. There it is.
I grab her head and bottom out in her, spraying my hot come down her throat. And just like I told her, she doesn’t waste a single damn drop.
Tonight will replay in my mind for the rest of the time the good lord sees fit for me to have a memory. Emelia will ignite my wildest dreams and I pray that never fucking stops.
Chapter Nine
EMELIA
That was the most intense oral sex Nico and I have had. There are new territories we are entering tonight. Sure, we have touched the surface on some of these things, but there is something hidden behind the acts. A desperation to claim or better yet, reclaim what we have. To be unhinged and unashamed of what we want. Pleasure and desire are often never explored, because you are too afraid that you will always be chasing for a new high and never get the satisfaction you need. My desires can be met by Nico, I know that, and he and I will never have to look outside our marriage. You can’t lose one another when you submit so completely to each other. You never have to chase a high when the high is all in the love you have for your partner. The acts aren’t what truly make this as intense or pleasurable, more so it is one another and the connection we built and the love we designed specifically to each other.
Room three. We make it there. Nico and I stand across from one another now. He and I are both naked and dripping in water from the shower. We forewent the towels and moved like spirits in the night, almost. Two delicate beings, tiptoeing to a place where we are with one another in clouds of hushed whispers and euphoric cries.
We both study one another. Our eyes exploring one’s bodies. How lucky am I to not only love the size twenty-eight body I am in, but for my husband to also treasure it. To lust after it and worship it. Where he is defined and toned, I am soft and curved. Where he is taller, I stand shorter under his god-like stature. We are opposites that somehow make the perfect puzzle pieces that fit.