What Married People Do

Amaya

“You look so good like this,” he murmured as he pushed my thighs apart, sliding his hand beneath my ass and drawing me close. He let his mouth graze ever-so-lightly across the inside of my thigh, and my pussy ached for some kind of relief.

“Oh my god,” I gasped, tipping my head back and silently pleading with him to give me what I needed. He hovered his mouth over me for a moment, letting the warmth of his breath torment me for a moment, and then he moved in and took my clit between his lips, and my brain lost any hope of rational thought.

He sealed his mouth around me and sucked lightly, stroking his tongue back and forth across my clit and sending waves of pleasure out across my body. I moaned hopelessly and leaned back on the counter, planting my hands behind me, hoping they would be enough to keep me upright. Fuck, how could this feel so good? How had I waited this long to do this? He flattened his tongue and moved in slow strokes over my clit, from top to bottom, as though