267: A long bath with her husband (part 3)

A long bath with her husband (part 3)

Relying on her instincts, she recalled his touch and the profound pleasure it brought her.0

Setting a different pace, one attuned to the size of her hands and the journey they needed to make, she applied pressure along his skin. Her fingers moving with care but more pressure, gliding from the lower reaches of his form to the upper extremities.

Lifting her gaze to meet his eyes, she sought a reflection of her influence, a confirmation that her touch was pleasurable. And in his eyes, she found her affirmation. He was giving her all the time she required, and she continued to draw inspiration from his example in bed.

When she altered her approach, a sharp exhalation escaped between his gritted teeth as the shift caught him off guard, yet another empowering reaction that gave her the courage to combine different techniques together. 

Her hands rested against his scrotum, yet another of his uncommonly soft parts she had stumbled upon and hesitated to explore with her touch. Her time spent amidst an arena of knights engaged in training had granted her insight into the sensitivity of that area among men.

There was so much she had to discover about her husband.

Her lips took on a more prominent role, her hands remained poised at the base of his form while she maneuvered her mouth from the pinnacle of his erection downward, not even reaching half of her intended destination.

"Adelaide...Hah..."

Egon smelled and tasted of lavender, though she found it somewhat unfortunate that an aroma masked his natural scent. Even as her thoughts began to blur at the edges, she made a mental reminder to cleanse him solely with water the next time.

No matter how hard she tried, using her mouth, hands, and tongue, she couldn't manage to cover all of him. Consequently, when her initial strategy didn't unfold as anticipated, she began to rearrange her approach altogether, her hands and her lips meeting mid-way.

"Yes..." He exhaled appreciatively.

She had, at last, deciphered the optimal motion and tempo for the task at hand.

"Adelaide..." He called out to her again, and again.

She felt strong, in control, and hoped fervently that he wouldn't intercede to halt her actions. The notion made her take him deep in her mouth.

Egon let out a carnal grunt of approval, and it was extremely helpful.

She comprehended the reasoning behind his insistence on posing questions throughout and after making love to her. Similar to his hands guiding hers earlier, the sounds he made while she executed specific actions served as a compass, steering her towards mastery.

Alternating between moments of closing her eyes to channel all her affection into her task and then glancing up at him, she enjoyed the sight of his beastly pleasure. His gaze, on the other hand, oscillated between observing her actions and briefly closing to concentrate on the emotions her actions stirred within him. 

His happiness became her own, resonating through the mate bond between them.  A level of joy she had never experienced before surged within her.

"Adelaide, your mouth…"

That thought remained unfinished on his lips, for his wife clung to him with a tenacity driven by her refusal to release him until his 'duty was fulfilled,' as the Baroness had phrased it. She drew back and forth faster, aware that she was surpassing her previous attempts. She sensed his blend of enthusiasm and internal conflict resonating through their mate bond. 

Was her heightened perception of him now a result of his position as the recipient of her actions? She pondered this possibility.

"Just a little bit more." He grunted, but it did not make sense to her. She was willing to give him a lot more, not just a little. 

All of a sudden, he flexed his hips and started pushing himself inside of her mouth slowly, giving her time to adjust to that as well.

"My wife wishes to continue playing, but I'd appreciate some of that control back."

She broke their connection to catch her breath and give her aching jaw a moment, but Egon surprised her, quickly gathering her damp hair in his fist and gently tugging her head up.

"Your swollen lips look so tasty,"

"Patience, My Lord, I'm the one eating right now."

A mischievous glint appeared in her olive-green eyes as she placed the tip of his erection in her mouth again.  Simultaneously, a flush colored her cheeks as her unfiltered words registered in her own ears, while his eyes rolled back in response, and he pushed himself deeper inside her mouth.

"How far can you take me, Adelaide?" His question came out amidst heavy breaths.

All the way, she hoped.

Stabling her weight on him, she grabbed his thighs with both of her hands and dug her nails in, pushing him as far as she could. but once again, she could not fit all of him in, and she gave him a frustrated glance up.

He smirked wickedly, "The sight of your mouth taking me in is enough to make me explode."

"Mmh," she moaned.

Every muscle in Egon's rock-solid body tensed. "Pull back. I don't want to come in your mouth."

She completely ignored him, for she had climaxed in his mouth on their bed, why couldn't he climax in her mouth now?

"Damn it."

His back arched as he pulled out, holding her head up again by her hair with a gentle tug, he ejaculated all over her breasts.

She was gasping for air, her lips red and swollen, her eyes shining brightly.

"...My wife is such a sensual creature." He praised, drawing her up into a tight embrace.

Wrapped within her husband's arms and immersed in a profound sense of achievement, she closed her eyes, attempting to grasp the actuality of this dream-like instant.

Suddenly, both their bodies sank into the embrace of the bathtub, and Egon's search for the cloth resumed, his voice carrying a distant quality. "Found it," he uttered, his gaze slightly unfocused.

He cradled his wife's back, then commenced the process of washing her once more, his touch gentle and thorough.

"Relax," he whispered close to her ear, and she melted, allowing her back to rest more comfortably against his scarred chest.

...It can't be.

She was astonished when she felt his firmness pressing against her back again. It went against everything the Baroness explained to her about the anatomy of a man's body!

When would they manage to extricate themselves from the bathtub at this rate?

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