Chapter 40

First Deep Throat - Wednesday, March 25, Night

Emily was still at work when David and I went to bed. The sheets felt cool against my skin as I slipped beneath them, my clit-cock already half-hard from the lingering heat of our earlier workout. David followed close behind, his thick cock swinging heavy between his legs. He pulled me into his arms the moment we settled, his mouth finding mine in a slow, deep kiss that tasted of toothpaste and want.

“I’ve been thinking about you all evening,” he murmured against my lips, his hand sliding down to cup one of my firm tits. His thumb brushed over my perpetually hard nipple, sending a spark straight to my groin. “Watching you lift, seeing those muscles flex ... fuck, Mary, you drive me crazy.”

I smiled into the kiss, rolling onto my back and pulling him with me. “Then do something about it, husband.”

David didn’t need more invitation. He kissed his way down my neck, lingering at the hollow of my throat before moving lower. His tongue traced the curve of my breast, then closed around my nipple, sucking gently until I arched beneath him. He continued south, pressing open-mouthed kisses across my toned stomach, his stubble scraping deliciously against my skin. When he reached the trimmed brown bush between my legs, he paused, breathing me in.

“God, you smell so fucking good,” he groaned, and then his tongue dragged through my wet folds in one long, slow lick.

I moaned, spreading my thighs wider. “Yes ... eat my pussy, David.”

He buried his face between my legs, licking and sucking with focused hunger. His tongue circled my lips before dipping to fuck into my pussy, lapping up the juices that flowed freely. I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him there as pleasure built hot and tight in my belly.

“David,” I gasped after a few minutes, my clit-cock now fully hard and throbbing against my stomach. “Please ... suck my cock. I need your mouth on it.”

He lifted his head, lips shiny with my wetness. For a moment he hesitated, eyes flicking to the seven-inch shaft standing proud between my legs. Then he nodded, determination flickering across his face.

“Okay,” he said softly. “I want to.”

David shifted, wrapping his hand around the base of my clit-cock. He licked a slow stripe up the underside, tasting the precum already beading at the tip. His tongue swirled around the head before he opened his mouth and took the first few inches inside. The wet heat of him made me groan. He bobbed shallowly at first, only managing about half my length before his gag reflex kicked in and he pulled back, coughing.