Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

down, grazing my mouth over her ear. “Want me to fuck you right here, right
now? Where anyone in the city might hear, or even see, the way you come
apart for me?”
Throat bobbing beneath my grip, she licks her lips, the gold in her eyes
illuminating like a bitch in heat.
It’s a single nod that comes next, barely perceptible with me holding her
neck in place, but I catch it all the same. My heart pushes past my rib cage,
lurching into my esophagus, cutting off my air supply as I imagine what I’m
about to do to her.
Raking my gaze down her body, I swallow, my cock weeping precum just
at the thought of people bearing witness to the reclaiming of my wife.
Letting go of her hair, I snake my hand down the front of her dress,
hiking the skirt to her hips in one sharp tug; she gasps as the cool air brushes
against her bare pussy, making her shiver.
Ghosting my knuckles over her seam, I peer down at her face, watching
carefully for the slightest change in demeanor. Her lips part as my thumb
comes up, swiping across her clit, the moan that falls from her mouth the
sweetest fucking sin I’ve ever experienced.
I catch it with mine, covering her lips in the same second I increase the
pressure on her clit, matching each stroke of my tongue to the long, languid
swirls of my thumb. She pulses beneath me, her body coming alive like an
instrument being fine-tuned by its master, and I groan into her, wanting
nothing more than to crawl inside her skin and never come back out.
Pushing myself deeper into the kiss, until all I can fucking taste is this one
singular moment in time, I release her throat, using that hand to pull the
bodice of her dress down over her breasts. One strap rips free, making her
hiss into me, but I ignore it, pinching a nipple between my fingers, then
rolling it under my thumb.
Her hips swivel the faster I move against her, desperate for the slice of
euphoria only I get to give her. Sliding her arms up my chest, she claws at my
neck, tiny slivers of pain making me jerk forward in rapture, as I almost
topple over into the theater chair.
“Fuck,” I curse, dragging my mouth from hers.
Taking a step back, I drop to my knees, the state of the dirty floor not
even a concern as I become eye level with her glistening pussy. I dive
forward, needing to taste her at least once before anything goes further,
sucking one lip into my mouth before pulling back.