An exquisite moan jostled from her throat as she opened her mouth wider for me, submitting to me completely, and I took the initiative to give her the taste of my hunger.
Her breath shortened, a sign that she needed to breathe, but I wasn't anywhere near done. I'm feral in the thought of ravaging her lips so that anyone who saw would know she had been kissed senseless by her husband.
I used my teeth on her bottom lip, and she rasped thickly, quivering under my touch as if she was on the verge of coming apart. I sucked, bit, repeating until I could taste a metallic coat in my mouth.
With one last lick, I was off her lips the next second, heaving as I scrutinized her, trying to take in air back into her lungs. I admired how plump and reddened her lips were, and a satisfaction flooded through me.
I caught a drool running down her chin, and I wiped it back up, forcing my thumb into her mouth.
