to her clit and sucked.
Her whole body twitched.
He sucked again.
She twitched again.
Kyle lifted his mouth. “Lay back so you don’t hurt your ribs.”
“But…?”
He rapidly flicked his tongue over the skin covering her clit. “Are you really gonna tell me to stop?”
“No.” She lowered herself back to the mattress.
Another chuckle against her sensitive flesh.
Then Kyle set out to make her lose her mind. He tilted her hips to burrow his tongue completely inside her. He pressed soft kisses to the crease of her thighs. He’d lick her clit and stop to blow a cool stream of air over the hot, wet flesh, then return to sucking.
That telltale tingle started, spreading goose bumps from her nape down her spine. Kyle lapped at her slit with long strokes; a growling sound emerged when he dipped his tongue into the entrance to her body. Again and again.
Celia’s legs were restless against the blanket. She wanted to grab his head and force him to make her come now.
Kyle raised his face from the delicious assault. “Celia. Show me what you want.”
She put her hands over his ears and pressed his mouth over her clit.
He spread her folds apart with his thumbs. He looked at her, lowered his mouth, and sucked once. “Say my name.”
“Kyle.”
He suckled harder. “Say it again.”
“Kyle. Please.”
“That’s what I wanna hear.” He started a sucking, swirling motion with his mouth and tongue that pushed her from teetering on the edge to spinning in the maelstrom.
Her heart pounded, her skin throbbed, white noise roared in her ears as she unraveled. Her fingers dug into Kyle’s scalp as he sucked and tongued her through an orgasm without end. When the storm of pleasure eventually faded to a sweet throb, she flopped onto the bed and winced, hissing at the bite of pain in her ribs.
His hair tickled her belly as he kissed a path back up her body. Then his hands were beside her shoulders and he was hanging over her. He grinned. “Good morning.”
“That tongue of yours is an awesome alarm clock.” It surprised him when she rose up and kissed his lips. But she couldn’t withhold another wince at the stab of pain.
Kyle pushed back on his heels. His hands gently covered her ribs and concern replaced his amusement. “How bad do they hurt?”
“Some.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“I definitely feel it, okay? It was worse last night than right after it happened.”
His thumbs followed the edge of her rib cage. “Do I need to take you to a doctor?”
“Time is the only fix. You’ve had this injury before.” Her gaze dropped to his crotch. Kyle was fully erect. “Morning wood?”
“No, you do that to me,” he said gruffly. “I woke up with you in my arms and it took every bit of self-control not to…” He made a frustrated sound. “You’re too fuckin’ sore for what I had in mind.”
“So you went down on me instead?” Ooh, listen to you, Celia Lawson, talking so raunchy.
“I needed to touch you.”
She focused on his erect cock and then his eyes. “Left you in a hard spot?”
He shrugged. “I’m used to takin’ care of this myself.”
“You don’t lack for women angling to warm your bed, Kyle. Women happy to take care of that for you.”
“We discussed this last night. That’s in the past. You’re my wife.” He started to get up, but Celia hooked her leg around his knee.
“Where you goin’?”
A tiny bit of resentment flared in his eyes. “Why?”
“You’re goin’ to the bathroom to whack off.”
Mr. Dirty Talk blushed.
Be bold. Let him know you’re on board for whatever he has in mind. “Show me how you touch yourself so I know what you like.”
“Seriously?”
“Yep. And definitely don’t be a gentleman about it.”
Eyes burning with liquid heat, he curled his right hand around his shaft and started to stroke. “I like it slippery, which is why I do this in the shower.”
Fascinated by the rougher way he handled himself, her gaze flicked between
Her whole body twitched.
He sucked again.
She twitched again.
Kyle lifted his mouth. “Lay back so you don’t hurt your ribs.”
“But…?”
He rapidly flicked his tongue over the skin covering her clit. “Are you really gonna tell me to stop?”
“No.” She lowered herself back to the mattress.
Another chuckle against her sensitive flesh.
Then Kyle set out to make her lose her mind. He tilted her hips to burrow his tongue completely inside her. He pressed soft kisses to the crease of her thighs. He’d lick her clit and stop to blow a cool stream of air over the hot, wet flesh, then return to sucking.
That telltale tingle started, spreading goose bumps from her nape down her spine. Kyle lapped at her slit with long strokes; a growling sound emerged when he dipped his tongue into the entrance to her body. Again and again.
Celia’s legs were restless against the blanket. She wanted to grab his head and force him to make her come now.
Kyle raised his face from the delicious assault. “Celia. Show me what you want.”
She put her hands over his ears and pressed his mouth over her clit.
He spread her folds apart with his thumbs. He looked at her, lowered his mouth, and sucked once. “Say my name.”
“Kyle.”
He suckled harder. “Say it again.”
“Kyle. Please.”
“That’s what I wanna hear.” He started a sucking, swirling motion with his mouth and tongue that pushed her from teetering on the edge to spinning in the maelstrom.
Her heart pounded, her skin throbbed, white noise roared in her ears as she unraveled. Her fingers dug into Kyle’s scalp as he sucked and tongued her through an orgasm without end. When the storm of pleasure eventually faded to a sweet throb, she flopped onto the bed and winced, hissing at the bite of pain in her ribs.
His hair tickled her belly as he kissed a path back up her body. Then his hands were beside her shoulders and he was hanging over her. He grinned. “Good morning.”
“That tongue of yours is an awesome alarm clock.” It surprised him when she rose up and kissed his lips. But she couldn’t withhold another wince at the stab of pain.
Kyle pushed back on his heels. His hands gently covered her ribs and concern replaced his amusement. “How bad do they hurt?”
“Some.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“I definitely feel it, okay? It was worse last night than right after it happened.”
His thumbs followed the edge of her rib cage. “Do I need to take you to a doctor?”
“Time is the only fix. You’ve had this injury before.” Her gaze dropped to his crotch. Kyle was fully erect. “Morning wood?”
“No, you do that to me,” he said gruffly. “I woke up with you in my arms and it took every bit of self-control not to…” He made a frustrated sound. “You’re too fuckin’ sore for what I had in mind.”
“So you went down on me instead?” Ooh, listen to you, Celia Lawson, talking so raunchy.
“I needed to touch you.”
She focused on his erect cock and then his eyes. “Left you in a hard spot?”
He shrugged. “I’m used to takin’ care of this myself.”
“You don’t lack for women angling to warm your bed, Kyle. Women happy to take care of that for you.”
“We discussed this last night. That’s in the past. You’re my wife.” He started to get up, but Celia hooked her leg around his knee.
“Where you goin’?”
A tiny bit of resentment flared in his eyes. “Why?”
“You’re goin’ to the bathroom to whack off.”
Mr. Dirty Talk blushed.
Be bold. Let him know you’re on board for whatever he has in mind. “Show me how you touch yourself so I know what you like.”
“Seriously?”
“Yep. And definitely don’t be a gentleman about it.”
Eyes burning with liquid heat, he curled his right hand around his shaft and started to stroke. “I like it slippery, which is why I do this in the shower.”
Fascinated by the rougher way he handled himself, her gaze flicked between
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