40 ~ Broken restraint 🔞 #2
Twenty years old and already looking at me like she wanted to devour me. The knowledge that this soft, curvy little wife of mine was getting wet just from the sight of my body sent a thick pulse of heat straight to my cock.
"Like what you see, baby?" I teased, voice low.
She didn't answer. She simply lay down on the bed turning her face away as if she's overwhelmed.
I laid down beside her. My arms slid around her waist and hauled her back against my bare chest in one possessive pull.
"Come here, baby," I murmured against her hair.
She settled against me with a quiet sigh, her back pressed against my chest.
I was already throbbing. The habit was automatic, my hand slid down, caught her wrist, and guided her palm between us until her fingers rested over the thick ridge straining against my sweatpants.
I kept it there, gently curling her hand so she was lightly caressing me the way I liked.
"Just like that," I said, voice low and rough. "Keep your hand on me while we sleep. I love feeling you hold what's yours."
She didn't pull away. Her fingers flexed once, tentative, and the simple touch sent a jolt straight through me. I was so hard it almost hurt.
The sexual tension in the dark room thickened until I could barely breathe past it.
I turned her face toward me with my free hand so she had no choice but to look at me.
My thumbs stroked the soft skin there as I claimed her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. Tongue sliding against hers, tasting, taking. She melted into it so beautifully, kissing me back with that naughty fire I was already addicted to.
Without breaking the kiss I caught her wrist and guided her hand caressing against the thick, heavy length of me straining behind my pants. I kept it there, making her feel every throbbing inch.
Her eyes flew open against mine.
voice thick with obsession. "Only you. Always you. This cock gets hard the second you walk into a room... and stays that way until you touch it."
Her free hand slid up my chest, fingertips tracing the muscle like she had been starving for the contact.
The soft press of her palm on my skin only made me harder. I kissed her deeper, wilder.
"This body..." I breathed against her mouth, breaking the kiss just enough to speak. "These curves. That little mole on your waist. You're going to drive me insane, baby. Every soft, fuckable inch of you is mine... and I still can't get enough."
She smiled against my lips, bold and naughty, and her fingers tightened around the hard length still trapped in my pants, giving me a slow, deliberate squeeze that made my hips jerk.
My eyes darkened. "Fuck..."
In the next heartbeat I had her flat on her back, my heavier body covering hers completely. I claimed her mouth again.
My control frayed. I reached down, and undid the zip with one impatient tug. Then I took her hand and made her wrap her smaller hand around my bare cock.
"Kartik..." She gasped the second her palm closed around the thick heat of it.
"Feel that, Trouble?" I rasped against her mouth, hips giving one slow, involuntary thrust into her grip. "That's what you do to me every fucking night. Soft little body pressed against me in that thin gown... and I'm already leaking for you."
My hand stayed over hers, guiding the slow stroke, showing her exactly how I liked it. The dual sensation of her warm palm and the knowledge that she was finally touching me like this after weeks of restraint nearly blew my mind.
Her soft palm was wrapped around my thick cock for the first time, and I was losing my mind already.
She hadn't seen it yet, her eyes were still closed as she kissed me back but she could feel every heavy, throbbing inch of me against her hand.
Her grip was tentative, almost shy, just holding me like she didn't quite know what to do next.
"Fuck, baby..." I groaned against her lips, the sound rough and broken. "Your hand feels so soft around me."
I rocked my hips once, slow and careful, letting her feel the full, thick length of what she was holding. Pre-cum already beaded at the tip and smeared against her palm. She was wearing that white satin nightdress that ended mid-thigh, the fabric so thin and slippery.
The way it rode up when she shifted beneath me.
I couldn't wait any longer.
My free hand slid up her side, over the cool satin, and cupped her breast for the very first time. The soft, heavy weight of it filled my palm perfectly. Her nipple was already tight, poking against the thin fabric, and the moment I brushed my thumb over it she gasped into my mouth.
"Aahh... kartik..."
I squeezed gently, learning the shape of her, feeling how her body responded to my touch. "So soft," I murmured between deep, open-mouthed kisses, and a thick voice with restrained hunger. "I've wanted to touch them for so long, Trouble."
Her fingers tightened instinctively around my shaft at the words, still just holding, still exploring the size of me with shy curiosity.
I was rock-hard and throbbing in her grip, bigger than her small hand could fully wrap around, and the knowledge that this was the first time she was feeling what belonged only to her made the possessive heat in my chest burn hotter.
I kept kissing her, deep, slow, claiming while my thumb continued to stroke that tight little nipple through the satin. Every soft gasp she gave me, every tiny shift of her body beneath mine, only made me harder.
"You have no idea how good your hand feels on my cock," I whispered against her mouth.