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“Never.” She whispers it while urging me closer by another inch—until she’s able to suckle my shaft. When she closes her eyes, tilts her head back, and swallows my juice with a mewl of wonder, it takes the effort of every muscle in my frame not to push forward and sheath myself to the balls down her throat.

But I’ve got to release a fraction of my tension—so I do so by indulging in some filthy bedroom talk. “Christ on fucking high. You’re the best goddamned thing that’s ever happened to my cock, woman.”

She drags her eyes open—at least enough to unleash the mesmerizing power of her blues on me once more. “And you’re the best snack I’ve ever devoured, mister.”

I grab myself by the base of my shaft. It’s heaven and hell, since I’m now able to squeeze back the searing surge from my balls while guiding myself right toward the target of her waiting orifice. “But you’re not devouring.” I nudge my cockhead back between her soft, sweet lips. “Maybe it’s time to change that.”

“Mmmmm.” Her moan is also heaven and hell—in all the best ways of both. “Mmmm-hmmm.”

And then, at fucking last, she’s giving me relief. Sucking me in. Taking me down. Surrounding my bulging, hammering shaft with her cushioning, caressing softness. Moaning around me, just to make it better. All the while gazing up at me, just to make it perfect.

“Yessssss,” I hiss. “Oh, fuck me…yes, my goddess.”

She swallows me down deeper. Then a little more. Possessing me with her heat. Branding me with her tongue…

Healing me with her hold.

“Goddamnit, Emma. The way you do that…oh fuck, just like that…” And my own long, tortured groan is my interruption as she curls in the tip of her tongue and uses it to trace the veins along the underside of my cock, starting at the heated sack at the base. My cock? There’s the joke that’s thoroughly on me. No way does this thing belong to me anymore. My sex has officially abandoned any control from my mind or instincts, declaring fealty to the goddess who has claimed its every clamoring inch and simmering drop…

Juice that continues to escape, making me growl and groan, as she swallows and undulates around me. Still, I yearn to be deeper. I lust to be the beast that fucks her throat until she can think of nothing but my cock and can’t breathe without inhaling the dominating essence of my body.

“More.” I slide my hand from her cheek, delving fingers into her hair, until I can control her angle with the force of my grip. “Take me more, Velvet. Deeper. Harder. Yes. Yes. I’m going to fuck this beautiful mouth until you take every drop from me. Every…damn…oh, holy damn.”

And I’m my own interruption again, as even the dirty words escape me because of the incredible sight beneath me.

As my precome works its way through my wife’s beautiful body, she starts glowing. And I mean glowing. Her skin, at first pulsing with a faint amber hue, shines brighter and brighter every time I thrust my aching cock into her gorgeous body. The primal call of giving her my come this way has always been the wildest of turn-ons, but now that I see what it’s doing for her—the way it’s surging her with light from within—I can’t help but pump even deeper into her mouth, letting her take more and more of my flesh with every new lunge…

Which turns her amber into gold and then her gold into light.

A thousand points of perfect effulgence, now beaming like the sun itself has taken over every inch of her succulent body.

As she screams out around my cock.

And quakes with the magnificent, sparkling spasms of her perfect, consuming orgasm.

“Ride it out, my love.” I issue the command for her good and for mine. Not only does her carnal pleasure bring me complete joy, but I already know there’s more of it in store for her. I just want the bridge there to be equally as good for her. No, better than good. I want her to never forget this—because I sure as hell know I never will. “Fuck, Emmalina. You’re so glorious, baby. If you could see yourself…”

“Mmmm!” I’m not sure exactly what her wet little gurgle is meant to convey, but there’s enough eager energy beneath the sound that I know she’s having fun. A lot of it. And back in the day, I was known as the guy who kept the fun rolling. As much as I look back on my debauched living and want to cringe, there are other times that I’m grateful for all the wicked pro tips I’ve picked up over the years. Like making it okay for a woman to fulfill her own fantasies—by ordering her to do just that.

“Ride. It. Out, Emmalina.” I get her renewed attention with the strict delivery. “That’s not a suggestion, sweetheart. Do you need to help me out here? Then do it. Your fingers on your pussy, baby. Right now. Rub in that heat. Rub it in good.”

I release a taut grunt as she complies without a hitch, spreading her thighs so I can see her slender fingers working against her glistening petals. At once, my cock is ten degrees hotter—and as much as I want to stretch out the moment, that means only one thing. I’m going to blow. Hard and hot and fast.

“Damn,” I rasp out. “Oh, goddamn.”

My thighs burn. My ass clenches. My balls constrict, clamping down hard on the electrons racing through them.

Electrons that become heat.

Heat that shoots up my cock.

My cock, which bursts into the back of my woman’s welcoming throat.

“Fuck!” The word falls out of me at least a dozen more times, through every new pump I give her mouth, every new scream she gives in return, and every new wave of fire and fulfillment that takes over us both…

Until we collapse onto the pillows together, limbs flopping like frayed electric cords.

Even our fingertips betray similar exhaustion, their tips like dying embers as we thread our hands together atop the sweat-soaked sheets. I don’t allow that space to be a permanent thing, though. I already crave her nearness and show her so by rolling to my side and twining a calf around one of hers. My cock, still covered in electric come, is compressed between our bodies until we can feel the residual rhythm of our joining from it. Though the pulse is gentle and subtle, it resounds in my senses like a spiritual hammer. A reminder, loud and strong and mighty, of the fact that we haven’t just shared bodily fluids.