“Now, cuck. Suck every drop.”
Tilly stood there, breathing hard as Landry grunted and his body tensed before relaxing. Landry held her close as she heard a few soft slurps from between her legs. Finally, Landry let out a satisfied sigh. “All right, cuck. Thank my wife for the privilege of licking her, sucking my cock, and for the privilege of getting to take my come.”
“Thank you, Mrs. LaCroux,” he whispered.
Landry wrapped his arms around her, holding her body against his. “Now get out of here and leave us alone, cuck. And don’t you dare let me catch you playing with your cock. You don’t have permission to come.”
“Yes, Master.” She sensed him leave the kitchen.
Landry didn’t move. She didn’t want him to. Moving meant she’d have to think about what just happened, and she wasn’t ready to do that yet. Landry nuzzled the back of her neck, kissing, gently scraping his teeth along her flesh and making her pleasantly shiver. “Are you all right?”
“Still processing.” It had felt better than good, but the fact that she’d allowed Cris to touch her like that conflicted her.
Especially considering it felt like they hadn’t spent a day apart.
“Are you angry with me?”
“No.”
Landry placed another kiss along her shoulder. “Can I ask something of you?”
“Getting pushy?” she said with a chuckle to break the tension and push away her growing guilt over once again helping torture Cris.
“No. This is a request.” He kissed the back of her other shoulder. “I have a thing for long hair.
Would you mind growing your hair out, at least a little? Maybe shoulder length? Perhaps return to dying it your natural color? It would look so beautiful on you that way. This short style and the color makes you look much older and harsher than you truly are.” He nipped her right ear lobe, then whispered, “I know you said no Dom stuff. I’m fine with that because I have Cristo to torment. I still like having something to hold on to. I like being able to grab your hair when you go down on me, or when I kiss you. I find it incredibly sexy.”
Her heart pounded as her eyes dropped closed. Already, her clit throbbed again. “On one condition,” she said.
“Name it.”
She turned and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Fuck me again. Right now.”
He grinned and stepped forward, pushing her against the counter. “Love, give me a challenge next time why don’t you?” He lifted her to the counter as she wrapped her legs around his waist. His stiff cock slid home without resistance as he grabbed her hips and held on.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, letting his tongue take over hers as he swallowed her soft moan.
He fucked her hard and fast, fiercely, possessively. She let her head drop to his shoulder as she hung on, her body struggling to make it over again.
He nipped her and spoke to her in French. “Prepare for me, love.”
She squirmed, moaning as each stroke plunged deep within her.
“I am so close,” he said, his lips brushing her neck. “You will come with me.”
She felt her body tense, coiling under his words, with his touch, wanting him to take it from her.
“Come for me now!” he ordered.
Not as hard as the previous one, but her body obeyed, releasing to him. Her nails dug into his back as she cried out.
“Very good,” he said in English, loud enough she knew Cris had to hear. He fucked her harder, finally plunging home with one last, deep thrust. His body trembling, he leaned against her for support.
“Very good, love,” he whispered against her neck, kissing a trail down her shoulder and back up to her ear again. “My sweet, beautiful love.”
She kept her eyes closed as she sat there in his arms, her head against his chest. She didn’t want to move. She wanted the moment to freeze, with the comfort and safety she felt. He wouldn’t be sick or in pain, she wouldn’t have to worry about him or see him suffer through his treatments.
She’d feel no guilt over what she’d helped him do to Cris.
With her still wrapped around him, he carried her into their bedroom like that and sat on the bed as he stroked her back. “Talk to me,” he softly said. “Tell me what troubles you.”
She shook her head. “I’m okay.”
“Is it me?”
That’s when she laughed. “In a good way.”
He made her sit back and look him in the eye. “I promise, I will never try to top you.” He smiled. “Unless, of course, you ask me.”
This time she didn’t try to hide the tears prickling her eyes. “I like how you make me feel. I like feeling safe with you.” After a five year dry spell, she didn’t know if it was her emotions overriding her common sense or a genuine feeling that would persist as they spent more time together.
She prayed for the latter.
He used his thumbs to gently brush away her tears. “I want you to tell me how to love you. At least until we get to know each other better and I can read your body and mood more accurately. I can and will be whatever you tell me you need.”
“How do you turn that off?”
He looked genuinely confused. “Turn what off?”
“Being a Master. Or a service Top, or whatever you’re doing right now. How do you separate that?”
“I could ask you the same question. I’m simply being your husband, Tilly.”
“You know what I mean. How can you not want that from me? You’ve always been dominant.”
He smiled. “I told you, I have Cris.” He laid another kiss on her that had her muscles throbbing in a pleasant way. As the kiss lengthened, so did his member until he was fully stiff and ready again. He easily slid inside her. “If I want to beat someone, I’ll take it out of his ass.”
“You snuck in a little blue pill this morning, didn’t you?” she teased when he let her come up for air. She tussled his hair with her hands.
One eyebrow arched. “Believe it or not, no. Last night, yes. I thought perhaps it would be wise to take out a little insurance. However, this morning he seems to have a very determined mind of his own.” He rolled her onto her back and took a long, slow stroke.
“Really?”
“Really. I think he likes you, Madame LaCroux.”
She giggled. Landry in playful mood might take a little getting used to in a good way. “Yeah?
Well, I like him, too.”
He thrust again. “Good. Because he damn sure loves to be inside you.”
“Well then show me, dammit.”
He nuzzled the base of her throat. “One more, for me?”
“Not this morning. Maybe later.”
He dropped his voice. “Mind if I embellish just a little?”
She giggled. “Go right ahead.”
“Feel free to join in.” He lifted his head and stared into her eyes, then raised his voice loudly enough she knew Cris had to hear him. “Oh, fuck, baby, your pussy is so hot!”
Her heart melted at the evil twinkle in his green eyes. “Fuck that hard cock into me. I love having a real man fuck me!”
His grin widened as his strokes quickened. “I’m going to come inside your sweet, gorgeous cunt.” He waggled his eyebrows at her, forcing her to suppress her giggles.
“Come for me. Quit holding back and give it to me.” She dug her nails into his ass and that finished him. He let out a loud cry as he pounded into her before finally falling still on top of her, his lips pressed to the base of her throat.
“Beautiful,” he muttered. “Absolutely beautiful.” He lifted his head. “Cuck!” he bellowed.
Landry pressed a kiss to her lips before he withdrew and stood. She pulled the sheet over her as Cris appeared in their bedroom doorway, head bowed.