Raith dipped his head into the curve of my neck and pressed a soft kiss there, then began moving down my body. He stopped at my breasts, his tongue tracing a circle around each hard n****e, until my back arched off the bed and my breathing became ragged. His lips brushed against the soft underside of my breasts as he continued his slow exploration of my body, sending a rush of wet heat between my legs. He kissed his way down my stomach and his every touch was tender and reverent, but when his mouth met the curve of my hip, I gasped his name again.
“Yes, my wife?” he asked, before planting another hot kiss on the spot where my thigh met my hip.
“I need…” I couldn’t speak anymore, not when his lips went lower, brushing against my mound.
“I know what you need.” He spread my legs wide. “Do
