Free Hush 2: Slow Burn by Blue Saffire Page A

lips like he needs to kiss me to breathe. I gasp at the sheer force of his assault on my lips.
    He sucks, nibbles, and licks first my bottom lip then the top. I lift off the bed when I feel his fingers skim across my sex, only to make a second pass before thrusting inside me. His fingers plunge into my core to the rhythm of his tongue that is now evading my mouth seeking for what, I don’t know and don’t care.
    All I know is that I want and need him. I use my feet and fingertips to push his pants down over his hips. Wyatt understands what I need without the exchange of words. His head dips so that he can flick my hardened tip with his tongue as he guided his huge cock into my opening.
    I cry out and throw my head back into the mattress. Wyatt places his hand to the center of my arched back holding me to him. He starts with long slow strokes as I move with him savoring the feel of him filling me up. I widen my legs and lift them to wrap around the center of his back.
    “Fuck,” Wyatt groans against my breast. He lifts his head to look me in the eyes. “You feel so good. I love you so much, Nellie. I would die if anything happened to you. You’re the air I breathe.”
    “I love you, too. Nothing is going to happen to me. I’m right here. I will always be right here,” I purr as I hold his gaze.
    Wyatt lifts his torso reaching for the headboard and grasping it. “Hold on, Baby. I need this,” he warns before he starts to pound into me.
    My eyes roll back and I grasp the sheets tightly between my fingertips. My husband is fucking me so hard my teeth are chattering. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I feel my toes curl on their own volition as I start to convulse. My walls tighten around him grasping his shaft tight. I think I cry out his name over and over. At least, that is my intention. However, what pours from my lips sounds more like nonsense.
    Wyatt chuckles and bends to suck on my neck as he rides right through my orgasm. His grunts and moans float over me carrying me back down from my high. Just when I feel him harden even more, he slips from my body and flips me over.
    My limbs are like jelly as he lifts my ass in the air and dives into my folds face first. I suck in a deep gulp of air as he devours my pussy. You would think this was the last time he would ever get to eat me out, with the starving way he is attacking my folds, but it feels so good.
    I bury my face into the pillow as I start to keen and groan filling the room with my sounds of insane pleasure. Wyatt pulls back and slaps my ass. I whimper and look over my shoulder.
    His eyes are narrowed at me. “You know better. I want to hear that shit,” he growls through his teeth.
    “Sorry, please don’t stop,” I plead.
    He smirks before bending to lick my stinging ass. “Don’t let it happen again,” he chuckles against my cheek.
    I lift a brow at him and laugh. “Don’t push it,” I giggle.
    Wyatt sinks back into me with one hard thrust. He stills as I cry out and he bends his big body over me. He hovers over my lips. “Or what,” he rasps. “Fuck, I never know whether I want to taste or fuck you more. You have some of the sweetest pussy ever and you fit my cock just like you were made for me.”
    “Wyatt,” I moan as he continues to tease me with dirty talk, but refuses to allow me to kiss his lips. He pulls back each time I try to connect our lips. His hips start to roll and buck into me. Harder and faster, he thrusts into me as he bites his lip.
    “Sing for me, Nellie. Let me hear you,” he commands through clenched teeth.
    I sing alright. I scream, curse, and cry out so loud Nora’s tiny cries spills out of the baby monitor. It wouldn’t be the first time we have gotten so carried away that we have woken her. Wyatt curses and speeds up his pace. I am so close and Wyatt knows it. He reaches between my legs and pinches my clit.
    “Let go, I’m ready,” he hisses into the back of my neck as he rests his forehead to the back of my