The House By The River: A Paranormal Horror Novel

Chapter 4

She had fallen asleep. She believed she did for her hands were still lazy and her legs reluctantly responded. Emmy let out a hum as she felt his presence. By the slow but deliberate way that he conducted himself, it was unmistakable – Matt had come to collect. Remembering her insinuations earlier, Emmy did not object. Instead, she let his touch guide her into lustful wakefulness.

His usual playfulness was apparent in the fact that not only did he turn the lights off, but he also snuck under the covers. He ran his warm hands all over the insides of her thighs and caressed her stomach. Then, he peppered the inside of her thighs with light kisses and pecks, his hands massaging the area just above her mound.

Matt also took to pulling on the bands of her underwear and letting it go when she least expected it. He kissed her everywhere but there, where it mattered. That and the apprehension for the light snap of the garter as it her bare skin drove her to new heights. Already, she was feeling wet. He loved to do this, build her up into a frenzy until she could take it no longer.

A hiss escaped her lips as his mouth moved higher. His other hand rubbed her right thigh, his lips alternating between the left and right leg. His right hand rubbed her through her soaked panties, coaxing her juices out. He also alternated between kisses and light nibbles at random. Her left hand went under the covers to caress his hair while the other grabbed on the pillow that cushioned her head.

“Ooooh!” she moaned in a low voice as his thumb brushed her clit through the fabric.

He parted her underwear to one side and Emmy exhaled in anticipation. He did not dive in. Instead, he kissed around the sweet spot, sucking on the exposed skin from time to time. Never on the spot, always just around it.

 The fine growth of hair did not bother him, if any, it only proved to enhance his drive. He lightly brushed his lips across the layer of hair time and again, mercilessly seeming to go for her clit but missing altogether. Being toyed in this manner, she wanted for him to find it, badly. She wished for his lips to just brush it, just once, so she could push him down and lock him there. Emmy began to rhythmically raise her hips to meet his lips. Try as she did, Emmy could not time it just right that his lips find her button. He was adamant in avoiding it and it drove her mad.

Breath was expelled from her lungs the moment his tongue struck the inner folds of her femininity. She expected him to toy with her clit as that got her going instantly. He didn’t. He instead thrust his tongue into the silky flesh hidden by the folds of her labia and proceeded to lick her, with pressure, up and one – starting from her hole, ending just below her button, then back down again.

“Matt, you bastard,” she muttered under her breath and between clenched teeth as she tightened her hold on a fistful of his hair.

Emmy did not expect it to feel as good as it did. His slightly hardened tongue pushed firmly against the sensitive flesh of the insides of her mound and exacted all juices, while teasing more out. As she got wetter, she was assaulted with all the wonderfully sinful feelings that now ran in all directions all over her body, pulsing in a slow, pleasurable way. She quivered time and again, letting out short yelps as the delightful sensations came, one after the other.

She pushed her head back against the pillow, exposing the side of her neck, as he lapped up the sticky juices that were now flowing in torrents. The sloppy sounds he made as his tongue brushed repeatedly on the entrance of her cave only served to heighten her yearning. This, by itself, never made her cum before. The combination of denial and relentless teasing broke that.

She came violently, almost unable to contain her squeal. She bit down hard and threw her hand up to her mouth to stifle what would have been a loud exclamation. She held her head up, neck tensing hard, as her body writhed in waves upon waves of pleasurable emotions for a few seconds before settling down.

Once it did, Emmy found that she wanted more.

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Far from tempering his drive, the cans of beer he downed only heightened his anticipation. The bulge on his pants was starting to get uncomfortable as he ascended the stairs. He felt wonderful and powerful at the same time, like he was superhuman.

Time to pay up, woman!

His mind briefly fought the urge to investigate what she’d done with their room. He found it odd that she would rearrange stuff on their bedroom just for this purpose. He chucked it off to something about Emmy worrying about the kids hearing them.

Being familiar with his wife’s mindset, he knew she would jump on him first. He smiled as he decided on denying her that mischievous plan. Knowing that she was probably lightly asleep, Matt opted for a more indirect route – by diving under the covers. He paused when he noticed that Emmy still had garments on when his face came level with her thighs under the blanket. That did not stop him.

Planning to change it up, huh? No ma’am, not tonight.

Emmy was indeed asleep. She grunted as he removed her articles. Matt spread her legs and proceeded to toy with her box using his tongue. She smelled clean, her aroma was subtle but it was there. Being asleep, her clit was not as pronounced but a couple of laps later, it began to slowly grow in size as well as become firmer. Her clit fought against his tongue and stood up to his attacks in no time, daring him to try harder.

She stiffened as she came to, both hands coming down to hold his hair, trying to push him down, directing him where to go. Matt was having none of that, he wanted to make her beg for it. When she pushed a certain direction, he went the other way. It was obvious what Emmy wanted, he was going to deny it until the last minute when both she and him couldn’t hold it anymore.

Matt heard her breathe. First, it was erratic. Quick, deep inhales followed by a long period of holding it in then, a long exhale. Before long it came in quick successions. Like in a panic, Emmy’s breathing was short and almost raspy. She was panting when one hand let go of Matts hair to grab something else. Her thighs tensed hard, held in such a state until the muscles trembled and she could not hold it in that state any longer.

He tasted her juices and reveled in its thin, sticky, and almost subtle consistency. Eagerly, Matt licked up all of it, lapping with abandon. The increasingly powerful aroma and the feedback given by her reactions drove him to higher and higher states of primal lustfulness.

Matt squeezed his eyes shut and debated whether he should start the final act or continue to tease her. Eventually, he decided to let his instincts take over and just go with what felt natural. Though his head reeled a little from the amount beer he had consumed, Matt was sure he could soldier on and finish the deed with both parties highly satisfied. He continued assaulting her with his tongue.

He was right on the money. In just a few more seconds of licking her in every corner of her sopping wet vagina, she began to show the signs of an incoming, violent orgasm. Matt stuck his hardened tongue into her hole and continued to flick in short bursts. His wife’s legs tensed greatly, and her body convulsed. The remaining hand still holding his hair tightened its grip so much that Matt feared for a second that she’d uproot a handful. Her exhale came as a long, audible hiss as her lungs expelled the lungful she had been keeping in for the longest time. Matt heard her whimper as the last bouts of ecstasy began to subside.

Having confirmed that she was lubed up well enough, Matt climbed off to the side of the bed and pulled her open legs towards him. He felt superhuman indeed. The act required very little strength.

There she was, spreadeagled, her legs held wide open before him. Being the giver in the beginning, his member was not as hard as he liked it to be. Matt decided to make it stand at rigid attention in the most playful way possible – by giving her what she’d been wanting since the start. Matt started by tapping his glans over her clit. She moaned a low moan as she brought her hand up to her mouth to stifle any more sounds. He pointed his semi erect cock in the direction of her womanhood and began rubbing it against her wetness. His cock was nursed into hardness in no time.