Chapter 9

I fell to my knees gracefully, an action I had learned from visiting an underground sex club and watching them perform.

Yes, Davy and I were the kinky couple, the ones to cosplay different characters, even adding a bit of role-playing, and maybe it was another reason why our relationship was still going strong after all these years.

Slowly, I crawled to where he sat, watching him watch me, his eyes raking all over my body. They would settle on one part, totally devour it in his mind before moving to another, and fuck, the high it gave me.

I let saliva pool in my mouth, moistening my lips, and my mouth opened, completely enveloping him.

“Fuck,” Davy groaned as I swallowed his cock, his body jerking, and I splayed my fingers on both thighs, locking him in place.

Slowly, I left his cock, letting the saliva drip from the tip, and I watched him through my lashes because those sorts of things turned him on.

“You would want to relax, love,” I whispered, tonguing the slit and getting a taste of his salty precum. “because I plan to drain every ounce of cum in your cock.” And I swallowed his cock whole again, the organ jerking in my mouth.

“You are crazy.” Davy groaned, his fingers tangled in my hair gently guiding me, and despite my mouth being filled with him, I managed a smile.

Yes, I was crazy, but he was yet to see another side to the craze.

I hollowed my mouth as I sucked him, taking him until he reached my throat and slowly bringing him out until it was just the tip, and I licked the slit, refusing to let any of his precum go to waste.

“Annaa.” Davy murmured, his voice low and needy, sending sensation down to me, and I lowered myself until my pussy was in contact with the cold tiles, slowly grinding on it.

I continued sucking him, bobbing on his cock, humming around it, just the way I knew he loved, and he grew around my mouth, his hips jerking as he fucked me.

And with every thrust of his hips, I ground my pussy on the tiles, coating it in my slick, chasing the high I was desperate for him to give me.

Pausing my action, I stared at Davy through my lashes. His head was thrown back in pleasure, his hands tightly wound in my hair, the sight almost throwing me to the edge.

There was something about giving pleasure that was powerful. Seeing such a man lost to the sensation I was giving, knowing he was going to come from my action, only spurred me on.

I increased my pace, neglecting my pleasures for his own because at this moment, I was starving and in desperate need for him to feed me.

“Fuck Anna,” he groaned in a deep husky voice laden with undiluted sex. “You are just begging to be fucked.”

“Mmm mm.” I nodded, humming around his cock because right now it was an offense to part from him, not until he had spilled in my throat.

“Anna,” Davy groaned, this time his voice begging, and I looked up at him between my lashes. I wasn’t sure what he saw there, but it must have been crazy because he groaned, shaking his head. “I am not going to last if you keep looking at me with those eyes.”

I shook my head, desperate to taste him, but he held me back until I slowly released his cock. I whined, angry I had been denied my first meal as a wife; however, Davy only laughed.

“I want to cum in you, love,” he whispered, kissing me so hard, tasting himself on my tongue. “It will be your first gift to you as my wife.” He breathed so close to my skin, and fuck, my pussy throbbed at his words.

“I am honored.” My voice was barely a whisper as I spoke, as I was already lost in the throes, anticipating his gift. And without being told, I rose gracefully, climbing to the bed and lying on it.

Slowly Davy took me in, his eyes shining bright with approval, and my gaze lowered to his cock, the organ also glistening in approval.

I widened my legs, giving him a view of what he had been craving, and his eyes dilated, pure hunger written in them.

Davy got on the bed, crawling towards me, his body completely blanketing me, and mine shivered, the familiar heat so enticing.

“Nngghhh.” I whined as his mouth found my nipple, sucking it, my head thrown back, my eyes rolling in their sockets. Years of being with Davy had taught him my nipples were one of my pleasure points and even more dangerous when they were sensitive, and he applied all of the lessons he had received.

He rolled the nub with his teeth, biting down on it and licking it as if to soothe the pain, but all went straight down, making me grow even wetter.

My pussy clenched on nothing, eager to receive him, and I held his shoulders. “I need you,” I begged, grinding on him, letting him feel just how much I needed him. “I want you to fuck me. Please.”

Davy nodded, his finger reaching inside me, taking as much slick as he could, coating it around his cock. Gently he stroked it, working the natural lube around his length, driving me even more insane.

My lips parted in want, ready to protest, but he lowered himself, directing his cock. He pushed into me, slowly as if tasting the waters, but this was one water he had tasted and drowned in, and it welcomed him, my legs immediately wrapping around him.

“Shhiii,” his voice was lost as my grip on him tightened. Still, he continued pushing through tight muscles until he was perfectly seated inside me.

Davy looked up, our gaze connecting, and he kissed me with so much hunger. I reciprocated, tugging on his hair just as he thrust into me so deep I would probably feel it in the afterlife.