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Playing Games...

I watched in awe as his skilled mouth became familiar once more with the most intimate part of me. My hand reached into his curls, taking hold of them, in hopes that he would stop, in hopes that he would continue.

"Ohhh...mmmmMichael....", I mumbled as he sucked my clit into his mouth and pushed three fingers slowly in and out of my sacred space. God, I loved how his long fingers filled the aching, empty space between my thighs.

The fingers on his free hand gripped on my right thigh even tighter and his eyes flicked up to mine, watching me close. And his stare was almost my undoing. I can hardly ever look him in the eye on a regular basis, and especially not now. My eyes rolled and fluttered closed as he flattened his tongue against my slit and moved upward, flicking the tip across my sensitive nub. He did it once... twice... and over... and over. I knew if he kept going at this rate, I wasn't going to last. I didn't want to come so soon, but God was he killing me softly with his tongue.

My breath was quickening and my entire body trembling, I was just about to submit to the orgasm that was coming until.....

He moved his mouth off of me and let go of my hips. As my eyes shot open as I felt the bed dip and looked up at that handsome face. Before I could utter a word in protest, he pressed those full, soft lips on mine. I moaned as he softly pushed his tongue into my mouth, and I tasted my juices on him.

"You taste yourself, baby?", he asked in between lip locks, pinning my hips down with his. I nodded as I rested my hands on his muscly biceps. As our kisses deepened and grew more urgent, I felt his shaft, even with the barrier of his sweatpants, straining for release and gently tapping my inner thigh.

I smiled against Michael's soft lips that are showing mine so much attention.

But it seems like my husband needs just as much "attention" as he's giving me.

I moved my lips across his jawline all the way to his earlobe and pulled it in between my teeth. I heard him moan deeply in his throat, as I moved my hands down his shoulder blades to his lower back to the edge of his sweatpants.

Just as I started to hook my thumbs on the waistband and pull them down, I felt his left hand gently squeeze my right hand, stopping me. My eyes flicked up to his as he hovered over me, with a playful smirk on his face.

"I thought I was suppose to be pleasing you?", he asked me.

"I know, baby, but I don't want to leave you wanting like..." I looked down between us and caught a better view of what was going on down there. Damn. "...this"

He chuckled softly and moved my hand that he was holding around his neck and then the other. I hooked my hands together  as he reached for my ankles and gently wrapped them around his waist.

"You just don't understand the rules of how this game works, do you love?", he asked playfully and his fingers barely grazed up and down the skin of my legs and thighs.

"What game?", I asked confused. And I'm pretty sure the confusion showed all over my face. He took my left hand in his and kissed my rings and flipped it over and kissed the palm of my hand.

"This game that you and I are playing.", he stated between kisses down my wrist and down my arm. "Where the objective is me showing you how much I love you, want you, seek after you...", he lips had reached my shoulder and he inched his way closer and closer up my neck, softly kissing and biting on my skin. I felt his hands pick up where he left off as he slowly felt up the soft skin of my stomach and rib age. And a small breath caught in my throat as he kneaded my breasts and rolled my hardened nipples between his skilled fingers. "... and take you ANYway I can get you."

A soft moan escapes my lips.

Oh My God.

Why did I have to marry a man who was soooooo good with his words... not to mention his hands?

I felt his hands wrap around behind me and push up on my shoulder blades, making me arch my back as he lovingly kissed all over my breasts and in between.

"I just want to adore you, baby. Let my love adorn you, please. Will you let me?"

My fingers latched on to his curls and pulled with want and need from the pleasure he was making me feel.  I was about to open my mouth to answer but suddenly, I was cut short when I felt a bite on my nipple... and then the other. A mixture of a gasp and a shriek came out of my mouth.

The next thing I knew he hoisted me up higher on his hips and crawled further up the bed, towards the pillows.

He pulled the covers down and laid me down again gently, never taking his eyes off me for an instant. Once he leaned over me, our noses gently rubbing against each other, I heard him say...

"Don't move, baby. Keep those hands to yourself and those beautiful eyes on me.", his lips barely touching mine.

After laying one swift kiss on my swollen lips, he slid off the bed just for a moment to rid himself of those grey sweatpants that hung and swayed on his hips so well. My eyes made a bee line from his eyes to his hands that were slowly pulling at the strings of his sweats apart. He slid them down off his hips and then his thighs ever so slowly, watching my every reaction. I laid there, hanging on to the very little patience that I had, mesmerized. Once his sweats finally hit the floor, he kicked them to the side, disregarding them completely.

He took his shaft, beautiful and impressive, in his hand and made a fist, going up and down slowly. Within every stroke, he grew. I heard him moan as he pleasured himself, and I felt my thighs involuntarily squeeze together.

He knew what he was doing.

More importantly, he knew the effect that he had on me with what he did.

He fisted harder and his hips started to roll and meet his own strokes.

"Oh my God", I thought to myself. "Why does he have to tease me so much?"

I laid there, in pure heat, grabbing at the sheets. My core twisting and bending with need. With need of him. His body on me, his hands roaming every inch of my skin, his lips and tongue, exploring and taking me places I never even knew existed. God, I needed him. And from the looks of that gorgeous cock straining in his hands, he needed me.

"You see something you want, baby?", His voice lifted me out of my own hazy thoughts. My eyes cut up to his and saw the lust in his eyes. My thighs were desperately pressed together the more I looked at him. I nodded my head yes.

"Use your words."

"Yes."

That smirk in the corner of his mouth reappeared.

"What do you see, baby? Tell me. What do you see?", he said as he took a step closer to me still stroking himself.

I took one look down at his shaft again, pointing directly at me. Mmm, I loved how it curved just slightly and his tip was already wet with pre-cum. I boldly leaned forward, ignoring his question and rules all together, and licked his tip gently, tasting his bitter sweet on my tongue. I know he wanted to play games, but neither I nor "her" was in a gaming mood. I felt him shudder from the feel on my mouth on him. So you can only imagine his reaction when I allowed him to touch the back of my throat.