fullness from those clever, fondling fingers, her blood gathered in the hot spot beneath his dancing tongue. “Quinn?”
“Tell me what’ll get you there.”
“Suck harder.”
He did.
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She clutched his hair. The orgasm flooded her, a throbbing, take-her-breath-away seizure of pulsing bliss. A drawn out, “Oh God,” escaped as she arched hard into him, thrashing against the sheets and rolling her hips into his face.
He kept his mouth suctioned to her clit until the pulses slowed.
She flopped into the mattress with a final groan. Her body twitched as he gently lapped the super-sensitized areas of her sex, and she swore she felt him grin against the crease of her thigh when she sighed again.
Libby peeled her eyes open, pushing herself up on her elbows. “What other new tricks did you learn?”
Quinn laughed and gave her one last deliberate lick. “Now where’s the fun in tellin’ you? I’d rather show you. Later. First,” he crawled up her body with an unholy gleam in his eyes, “you’re gonna return the favor.”
***
Libby licked her lips and looked at his cock.
“You can use that pretty little tongue on me later. I’ve got something else in mind right now.
Something I’ve fantasized about doin’ for a long time. The old me was too polite to ask. The new me, well…he’s a bit more demandin’.”
“What do you want to do?”
He straddled her belly and slid his knees next to her armpits. “I wanna feel these tits cushioning my cock as I’m slidin’ it here.” The tip of his index finger drew a line from the hollow of her throat down through her cleavage.
Libby wasn’t gawking at him as if he were the biggest pervert on the planet, but frown lines appeared between her eyebrows, which meant she was thinking hard.
“Shocked?”
“No, just wondering if you thought I was so prissy that I wouldn’t want to try it.”
“Libby—”
“You brought it up, so answer the damn question.”
The old Quinn would’ve clammed up. The new Quinn got right in her face. “What would you have said, darlin’ wife, if I would’ve demanded to fuck these luscious tits? Not only that, I wanna come all over them. There’s something mighty appealin’ about seein’ my sperm dotted all over your pretty freckled skin.”
Her eyes narrowed. “So, you didn’t ask me because you were waiting to fulfill that particular fantasy with another woman?”
“Hell no.” Jesus. Was his even-keeled Libby acting all pissed off because he hadn’t asked her?
“I’m your wife, Quinn. I’ve been your lover for fourteen years. Why couldn’t you ask me or tell me what you want from me in bed?”
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Frustrated, he snapped, “Because of the way I was raised. It ain’t exactly easy for me to look my wife in the eyes and demand the sexual stuff that’s out of the norm. Especially when we’ve been told that wantin’ that kind of kink is just plain wrong.”
What he didn’t say—what he’d never say because it’d hurt her beyond repair—is in the last few years, when they were trying for a baby, the only place she wanted his sperm was in her baby channel. She’d stopped giving him handjobs or blowjobs, unless it led to him sticking his dick in her and filling her with his seed.
Libby stared at him. A dozen different expressions crossed her face. None of them good.
Ah crap. Sexual playtime was obviously over. His cock had gone soft. His hopes had gone south. He scooted back, but she clamped her fingers into the top of his thighs, keeping him in place.
Quinn heard a muttered stupid tumbling from her pursed lips. “What?”
“I said we’ve both been so stupid. Full of pride. Listening to other people’s viewpoints, and not deciding our own.” Her grip on his legs turned into a caress. “I’ve been so insistent on being a ‘proper’
wife to you that I’ve actually not been any kind of wife at all,
“Tell me what’ll get you there.”
“Suck harder.”
He did.
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She clutched his hair. The orgasm flooded her, a throbbing, take-her-breath-away seizure of pulsing bliss. A drawn out, “Oh God,” escaped as she arched hard into him, thrashing against the sheets and rolling her hips into his face.
He kept his mouth suctioned to her clit until the pulses slowed.
She flopped into the mattress with a final groan. Her body twitched as he gently lapped the super-sensitized areas of her sex, and she swore she felt him grin against the crease of her thigh when she sighed again.
Libby peeled her eyes open, pushing herself up on her elbows. “What other new tricks did you learn?”
Quinn laughed and gave her one last deliberate lick. “Now where’s the fun in tellin’ you? I’d rather show you. Later. First,” he crawled up her body with an unholy gleam in his eyes, “you’re gonna return the favor.”
***
Libby licked her lips and looked at his cock.
“You can use that pretty little tongue on me later. I’ve got something else in mind right now.
Something I’ve fantasized about doin’ for a long time. The old me was too polite to ask. The new me, well…he’s a bit more demandin’.”
“What do you want to do?”
He straddled her belly and slid his knees next to her armpits. “I wanna feel these tits cushioning my cock as I’m slidin’ it here.” The tip of his index finger drew a line from the hollow of her throat down through her cleavage.
Libby wasn’t gawking at him as if he were the biggest pervert on the planet, but frown lines appeared between her eyebrows, which meant she was thinking hard.
“Shocked?”
“No, just wondering if you thought I was so prissy that I wouldn’t want to try it.”
“Libby—”
“You brought it up, so answer the damn question.”
The old Quinn would’ve clammed up. The new Quinn got right in her face. “What would you have said, darlin’ wife, if I would’ve demanded to fuck these luscious tits? Not only that, I wanna come all over them. There’s something mighty appealin’ about seein’ my sperm dotted all over your pretty freckled skin.”
Her eyes narrowed. “So, you didn’t ask me because you were waiting to fulfill that particular fantasy with another woman?”
“Hell no.” Jesus. Was his even-keeled Libby acting all pissed off because he hadn’t asked her?
“I’m your wife, Quinn. I’ve been your lover for fourteen years. Why couldn’t you ask me or tell me what you want from me in bed?”
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Frustrated, he snapped, “Because of the way I was raised. It ain’t exactly easy for me to look my wife in the eyes and demand the sexual stuff that’s out of the norm. Especially when we’ve been told that wantin’ that kind of kink is just plain wrong.”
What he didn’t say—what he’d never say because it’d hurt her beyond repair—is in the last few years, when they were trying for a baby, the only place she wanted his sperm was in her baby channel. She’d stopped giving him handjobs or blowjobs, unless it led to him sticking his dick in her and filling her with his seed.
Libby stared at him. A dozen different expressions crossed her face. None of them good.
Ah crap. Sexual playtime was obviously over. His cock had gone soft. His hopes had gone south. He scooted back, but she clamped her fingers into the top of his thighs, keeping him in place.
Quinn heard a muttered stupid tumbling from her pursed lips. “What?”
“I said we’ve both been so stupid. Full of pride. Listening to other people’s viewpoints, and not deciding our own.” Her grip on his legs turned into a caress. “I’ve been so insistent on being a ‘proper’
wife to you that I’ve actually not been any kind of wife at all,
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