Bound by Shadows

13 (R19)

I gently lowered his waistband, easing along his boxers down to his knees, my pulse quickening as I revealed his impressive arousal, already glistening with anticipation. I felt a rush as he stifled a groan, his eyes flaring.

With a firm grip on his shaft, I slowly took him into my mouth, savoring every inch and relishing the expression on his face. Moving rhythmically, I dove myself into him until my eyes watered, leaving just a couple of inches between my lips and my tightly clenched fists.

Soft moans escaped me as I savored the intoxicating combination of his salty sweetness, moving in sync with him until I was completely engulfed in desire.

Each gentle touch sent shockwaves through me. I shouldn't be this aroused already. My nipples shouldn't be aching, my skin shouldn't tingle with every brush against him.

This wasn't typical of me. This wasn't who I usually was. How did it all escalate to this point?

Releasing myself, my hands still moving eagerly, I managed to ask, "Is it good?"

His breaths were ragged, his hands gripping the counter tightly, and his response came through his gratifying moans. That was his answer. It was so good he couldn't speak so I continued, eliciting every sound of satisfaction from him, filling me with pride.

His pleasure was palpable, and just as I intended to tease him further, his hand tangled in my hair, inadvertently pushing his length deeper into my mouth. I spluttered, my attempts to accommodate his cock was overwhelming.

"Fuck," he gasped, his head thrown back, exposing his tanned, muscular throat. His chest heaved with shallow breaths, his muscles flexing as he guided me.

Seeing Caelus lose control because of me, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Knowing that I, his wife, was the only one who could evoke such a reaction from him. Knowing that he would only be this unguarded by me. Knowing that he is mine.

Mine.

I quickened my pace, my hands working in with my mouth, and just as I thought I was about to push him over the edge, make him surrender, make him climax, he pulled my head back.

Before I could protest, he pulled me up swiftly, settling me onto the counter, his lips crashing into mine as he tasted himself on me. I felt small beneath him, I felt as if he could crush me with one wrong move and I would gladly let him. Wrapping him with my skin and bones wouldn't be a bad idea.

"Lift your hips," he commanded.

I obeyed, the cool surface brushing against my skin as he skillfully removed my pants and underwear

Caelus then positioned himself, making me gasp but he didn't give me time to register when he positioned himself in front of me, guiding my legs around his waist, pulling me closer that my ass made the counter squeak.

"Tell me if it hurts," was all he said as he rubbed the tip of his cock towards my entrance and slammed home. I bit my lip to stifle a cry, my body laid out on the counter, gripping onto the faucet as he stretched me completely.

My insides clenched around him, making out a groan, our mouths the only connection preventing us from being caught. He was perfect. We were perfect.

The thrill, the excitement, it surpassed all expectations. Writhing beneath him, I arched my back in pleasure as he thrusted relentlessly, the sound of our bodies colliding echoing through the kitchen.