TPW chapter 32 - spicy boys ;)

-Trynnian-

I retake my seat on Kit’s lap, trailing my fingers along his jaw as we kiss. His tongue intrudes past my lips, dancing with mine as they twirl together, his mouth hot on mine as he steals my breath.

Pulling back gasping for air, my chest heaves whilst Kit sucks on my neck, one hand moving from my hips to the front of my trousers, where he cups me through the fabric. I grind in to him, feeling his semi-hardness pushing against my own.

I pull at his belt, encouraging him to rid himself of it. “My love, can I use my mouth?” I ask, licking my lips in anticipation. A low growl of approval escapes Kit’s throat as I undo his belt and trousers.

Moving off his lap, I lie between his legs as I reveal his steadily growing erection to the colder air. Rubbing the tip lightly with my finger, I glance up, wanting to watch my husband as I pleasure him.

Slowly, I lick up his shaft, starting from the base until I reach the tip, where I wrap my mouth around as much of him as I can take. I always knew Kit was a big guy - we’ve jerked off together before, but only now am I realising that one day this will have to fit inside me.

I’m hoping that day is today, but we’ll see where this goes.

I force my head lower, encasing more of him as his hand tangles with my hair and Kit grunts out a “fucking hell, Trynnian,” as I swirl my tongue around him. Using my hand at his base, I jerk him off manually to compensate for the parts of his length my mouth really can’t fit.

I admit, sucking dick isn’t something I do often. I never found it that enjoyable, but sometimes in life sucking a dick would get me what I wanted, or needed. Settling in to the castle was hard, and I’ll admit that I used to be quite promiscuous right up until I met Kit.

He tugs on my hair, pulling me back with a pop as I release his dick from my mouth, and he comes onto my face with a throaty moan. As soon as he finishes and realises what he’s done, Kit starts apologising profusely and trying to clean me up, but I only laugh.

If anyone else did that to me, I would make their life hell. But this is Kit who did it, and I find myself finding it more sexy than anything. Kit doesn’t stop blushing and apologising until my face is properly cleaned up, and I kiss his cheek softly.

“Babe it’s really ok, I don’t mind.” He continues to look guilty, so I kiss him again, letting him taste himself on my tongue. His hand slips inside my trousers, cupping my ass and squeezing gently, smirking at the gasp he elicits from me.

“What would you like me to do to you, my love?” He growls in my ear lowly, sending delicious shivers down my spine. I’ve been asked this question before, by other men, although with a lot less affection in the sentence. The natural answer was always ‘fuck me’, although something about that doesn’t quite sit right with me in this situation.

Instead, I kiss his temple, before whispering “make love to me, Kit.” He takes my chin in his hold, a massive smile on his lips as he kisses me again. This time it’s soft and small, with a lot of love and passion despite its chasteness.

“How would you like me to take you?” He asks, stroking my cheek with his thumb whilst his other hand draws circles on my hip. I blush, not entirely sure what Kit’s style is, but knowing very well what I like. Would he like that too?

Chewing on my lip, I hide my face in his neck. “If you don’t want to do what I want to do, that’s totally fine, ok? Because you’re always so gentle, and as much as I love that, that’s not…what I normally go for.”

Kit guides me back to look at him, his eyes meeting mine with as much warmth and love as always. “Do you want me to be rough?” He asks, and my blush deepens as I nod. He laughs, and it’s that high-pitched giggly sound which makes my heart soar.

“It’s ok if that’s not what you like though,” I say quietly. After all, Kit is the sweetest guy I’ve ever met, and everything he does is gentle. Although, he does seem to let loose a little when we do things like this together.

He kisses my jaw, before growling “I’m a werewolf, most of us like it rough,” and I swear I’ve never wanted to have sex with someone as much as I want Kit right now, in this moment.

He quickly strips off his shirt, his muscles coiled delightfully under his skin and perfectly on show for me. For a moment, I once again wonder how I ended up with this man as my husband. I mean, come on. He’s the hottest person alive, as well as the sweetest, and kindest, and bravest, and cutest I mean he’s perfect in every way!

I take off my own shirt, enjoying the way his eyes drink in the sight of me. I’m considerably less muscular than him, but that’s not to say I’m not fit - I actually pride myself on my good physique, and I take care of myself; I’m just not Kit level of fit.

I strip off my trousers and underwear also, revealing my hardness in all its glory, before I glance back at Kit and realise he’s somehow still so hard - this guy is a truck oh my God, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t all over that.

Licking my lips, I capture his mouth with mine once again as we kiss deeply. His hands squeeze my ass, getting irresistibly close to my entrance, but never quite touching it. Groaning as he grinds in to me, I gasp as I feel his large fingers pinch my nipple, twisting it.

He’s teasing me, and fuck he’s good at it.

Grinning mischievously, I shift my weight so that I’m sitting right on his dick. If he’s going to tease me, then of course I’m going to do the same. And with that, I grind my ass into his erection, and moan in his ear.