It's been a minute since we've had sex, life's been busy, you know how it goes. But lately? My husband's been obsessed with eating me out. Like, insistent. And I finally figured out A few weeks ago, we were at a restaurant, and things , teasing me until I was squirming in my seat. Next thing I know, he excuses himself to the bathroom-and comes back grinning, whispering how he jerked off in there just from the smell of my pussy on his fingers. Jesus.
He's always telling me how much he loves my taste, how he craves it. I used to brush him off-I'd rather feel him pounding into me than his tongue lapping at me. But lately? I've been letting him indulge. And honestly? The way he groans against my thighs? Okay, fine. It's hot.
But today? Today took the cake. We fucked for the first time in days-raw, desperate, the kind of sex where you forget how to breathe. And when we finished? No tissues. No cleanup. Just his cock still throbbing against me, his cum dripping down my skin.
He looked at me, dark and hungry, and said, "Open your mouth."
And I did.
I let him spill every last drop onto my tongue, swallowed it all-and fuck, the way he watched me? Like I was his own personal fantasy come to life? I've never felt sexier.
Turns out? I love the taste of him. The power of it. The filthy, intimate claiming of it. And now? I'm already craving it again.
Guess, I'm a swallower now. 😅