Chapter 22
Augusto
My eyes snap to Yuki, not sure if I heard right. To make sure, I ask, “Ready to take the next step?”
Her cheeks are a soft pink, and her eyes are trained on the doors while she holds my hand tighter as if she needs some moral support.
“Yes.”
Slowly, the corner of my mouth lifts, and freeing her hand, I wrap my arm around her and pull her close to my side.
When the elevator doors open, Lorenzo is standing by Santi and John, and seeing us, he gives me a nod to show the area is clear. I’m on high alert as I steer my wife to the limo, and only when we’re safely in the back seat do I relax again.
Lorenzo has been instructed to drive us to some of the sights in New York, so as he steers the limo away from the restaurant, I tell Yuki, “We’re going for a drive so you can see more of the city that’s now your home.”
“Really?” she gasps, excitement flashing in her eyes.
I let out a chuckle and nod. “Yes. Our date isn’t over yet.”
Staring at her beautiful face, I drink in the sight of her happy smile. My gaze drifts down to the dress she’s wearing.
Earlier, when I walked in on her sitting by the dressing table, I was in for the surprise of my life. My wife looked fucking sexy, her white bra and panties leaving miles of skin exposed.
I loved that she didn’t run to cover herself from my sight, and it took all my self-control to keep from throwing her on the bed.
Especially when I pulled up the zipper of her dress. I was playing with fire but couldn’t resist touching her. When my hand was less than an inch from her pussy, it took all my strength to pull away from her.
But I don’t have to hold back anymore. Yuki’s ready.
I press a button to close the partitioning between Lorenzo and us, so we’ll have privacy.
Leaning into her, I point out a landmark, and while her eyes feast on the view, I tilt my head and press a kiss beneath her ear.
A tremor moves through her body, and when I lick and suck at her skin, she grabs hold of my thigh, a soft, unintelligible sound coming from her.
I lift my head slightly and let my breath flow against her skin while I say, “There’s the Statue of Liberty.”
Wanting her closer, I slip my arms beneath her and lift her onto my lap, positioning her so she can look out the window beside me.
Yuki quickly wraps her arm around my neck, her eyes filled with a mixture of surprise, anticipation, and nervousness.
For a long while, I stare at her, trailing my fingers over her cheek and jaw before moving down to her neck and collarbone. My cock hardens, and I see the moment she becomes aware of it.
“We’re passing Central Park,” I say, my voice deep with desire for the woman in my lap.
Yuki tears her gaze away from me to look out the window, and I give her a minute before my hand moves lower to cover her breast.
Another tremor rolls through her body, and as I massage her, drinking in the amazing feel of her against my palm, I duck my head again to get to her neck.
What would a first date be without a hickey?
I suck and lick her soft skin, and as I’m filled with the need to go faster, I begin the torturous fight of keeping a firm grip on my self-control while my cock hardens even more beneath her ass.
Lifting my head so I can look at the mark I left on my wife, a proud smile tugs at my mouth. Yuki’s lashes are lowered, a dreamy expression on her face, and knowing I have all of her attention fills me with immense satisfaction.
As my hand moves down her body, I tell her about another landmark we’re passing. Yuki nods, but when I cup her pussy through the fabric of her dress, I don’t think she’s taking in any of the sights.
I watch her reactions closely, getting lost in every breath escaping her lips, her lashes fluttering, and her cheeks slowly turning pinker.
I rub her gently, but when I feel her grow hot under my touch, I slip my hand beneath her dress. Feeling a damp spot on her silk panties, the corner of my mouth lifts, and I whisper near her ear, “I love that you’re wet for me, my love.”
As I nudge the fabric to the side, I say, “Look at me.”
Yuki’s eyes flit to my face, and when I circle a finger around her opening, she tightens her hold around my neck and spreads her legs a little wider for me.
“Such a good wife,” I praise her right as I push inside her pussy.
Jesus, I’m going to have to stretch her, or she won’t be able to take my cock.
Realizing how tight she is has my cock jerking behind my zipper, and feeling her squeeze around my finger tells me she loves being praised.
I keep my movements slow, letting her get used to my touch.
I’m completely lost in watching her reaction to having me finger her, and when she grows even wetter, I spread her arousal around her clit.
“Open wider for me,” I murmur, keeping my tone low and seductive so I don’t pull her out of the intimate moment.
Yuki listens, and when she tries to duck her head beneath my chin, I shake my head. “No hiding. Let me see your face.”
Again, she obeys, and my mouth nips at hers while I reward her by stroking her clit harder.
Her breaths turn to short puffs, the sight and sound testing my self-control.
I focus on how slick and hot she feels, loving that her body is so responsive to my touch. Alternating between stroking her clit and stretching her entrance, I almost lose my mind when Yuki lets out a soft moan.
My finger sinks as deep as it can go, and I rub her bundle of nerves with my palm, coaxing her faster toward an orgasm.
My voice is filled with desire and my need to claim and dominate her body. “My good little wife. Your pussy is so obedient, begging my finger for more.”
Everything I plan to do to her flashes through my mind, my jaw clenching as I burn for this woman.
The moment Yuki’s thighs clamp around my wrist, and her body tenses, I claim her moans with my mouth, my tongue sweeping in deep as I devour every little sound she makes.
My wife comes fucking hard, and it causes goose bumps to erupt over my skin while my cock weeps with pre-cum.
I continue to massage her until her orgasm fades, and after adjusting her panties, I pull my hand from between her thighs.
Yuki looks thoroughly fucked, and when I suck her arousal from my finger, the flush on her cheeks deepens in color.
“I can’t wait to feel your pussy clench around my cock,” I tell her, loving it way too much when a shy expression creeps over her face.
I press a tender kiss to her lips, then lock eyes with her. “So, do you still think you’re ready to have sex?”
She nods as she shifts on my lap, but the instant she feels my cock beneath her ass, she freezes.
A grin spreads over my face as I tilt my head to see her better. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Pulling her into a tight hug, a low “mmh” rumbles from my chest, then I admit, “I love having you in my arms.”
“I love it too.” Yuki snuggles against me before letting out a content sigh.
Wanting to know, I ask, “Was that your first orgasm?”
“Yes.” She begins to draw random patterns on my chest. “Everything with you is my first.”
“Good. I’m very happy to hear that.” I glance out the window, then comment, “You missed half the sights. I’ll take you to see them next week.”
Yuki
Yutaro is a big, fat liar. I think he told me all those horrible stories about being intimate with a man just to scare me.
Or, maybe I’m just lucky. Augusto has shown me he isn’t the type of husband who beats, threatens, and manipulates his wife.
No, he’s the complete opposite.
He’s been so patient and caring, and in some instances even loving.
Because of what Yutaro taught me, I thought my husband would be cruel and just take what he wants.
Instead, Augusto has shown me what it’s like to be treasured. When he touched me between my legs, I felt respected and cherished. The magical spell he’d been weaving around me the entire evening consumed me, and I got lost in the pleasure he was making me feel.
Through all of it, he didn’t do any of the things Yutaro warned me about.
A relieved and happy smile plays around my mouth as I recall the intimate moment we shared.
I’ve never felt so seen before.
“Augusto,” I whisper as I tilt my head back to look at his face. When he meets my eyes, I say, “Thank you for being such a good husband to me.”
His features soften, and he brings his hand to my neck, his thumb stroking up and down my jawline. “You’re welcome, my little shapeshifter.”
My eyes mist up as happy emotions surge through my chest. “I love being your wife.”
“Yeah?” His mouth lifts at the corner.
Nodding, I stretch my neck so I can give him a kiss. When I move, I feel his hard-on beneath me, and my thoughts turn to pleasuring him.
When apprehension trickles into my chest, I shove it aside, reminding myself that Yutaro lied.
Gathering all my courage, I climb off Augusto’s lap, and when I kneel between his legs and reach for his belt, he picks up the phone in the back of the limo, then says, “Keep driving until I tell you otherwise.”
He hangs up, and rubbing my arm with his hand, he gives me a look filled with desire. “Now you can have your wicked way with me.”
My abdomen clenches with need for him as I undo his belt and pull down his zipper. The air tenses with anticipation as I reach inside his pants, and when I touch his erection, my heartbeat sets off at a crazy pace.
Wrapping my fist around the hard length, I pull him out. As I get my first look at a real-life cock, my brain short-circuits.
He’s so much bigger than the dildo!
Okay. Don’t panic. You can figure this out.
When I stroke him, my eyes flick between his face and the pearl of moisture beading at the swollen head of his manhood.
Seeing the hunger darkening Augusto’s eyes, I lean forward, and when I open my mouth wide to take him, a groan rumbles from his chest.
The sound has me growing hot and wet for him, as if it has a direct link to my core.
Stroking him with my fist, I feel how soft his skin is over the hard muscle. I taste the salty drops spilling from him while I suck him deeper.
There’s no shame. No disgust. I’m pleasuring him because I want to, not out of duty.
As my head bobs up and down, and I see how much Augusto craves me, I focus all my attention on him.
He moves his hand to my jaw, and the pad of his thumb tugs at my bottom lip as I take him deeper.
His eyes turn hooded, and he shifts his ass down the seat, his legs spreading wider.
“Christ.” He grinds the word out through clenched teeth, his features tightening with a hot expression that makes my arousal soak my panties and coat my inner thighs.
“Watching your lips stretch around my cock, is driving me fucking wild, wife.”
Flutters erupt in my stomach, and entranced by his reaction to me giving him a blow job, I suck him harder and stroke faster.
“I’m going to come,” he warns me.
I twirl my tongue around his swollen head, then take him as deep as I can. A harsh breath bursts over his parted lips, and his expression goes slack as pleasure eases the ever-present tension from his body.
“Yuki,” he groans my name, his voice deep with reverence, and as his ass lifts off the seat, he jerks in my mouth and hot jets spurt from him.
I swallow his release, my gaze locked on him as his breathing turns ragged, his hand moving to my head and gripping a fistful of my hair.
“Swallow every drop of my cum,” he orders in a low growl, causing a tremor of need to vibrate through me.
When he begins to come down from his orgasm, I lick the head of his cock clean before carefully tucking him back into the suit pants. I pull up the zipper and fasten his belt, and feeling proud of the good job I’ve done, I rub my hands up and down his powerful thighs.
Instead of praising me, Augusto says, “There’s no way that was the first blow job you’ve ever given.”
“It was. Well, on a real-life cock.”
Frowning, he asks, “What does that mean?”
My entire face heats up, and my voice is tinged with shame as I admit, “I practiced on a dildo.”
Instantly, anger ripples over Augusto’s features, then he grabs hold of me, and I’m hauled onto his lap. Gripping my jaw, he forces me to look at him, then he growls, “Who made you practice with a fucking dildo?”
“Yutaro.”
His green eyes fill with rage, and I believe every single word as he says, “I’m going to fucking kill him.”
Not feeling an ounce of guilt, I whisper, “Please.” I wrap my arms around his neck, and wanting my praise, I ask, “Was it good?”
Augusto’s features soften again, and giving me a satisfied look, he nods. “Your mouth is perfect, and you sucked me so fucking good, my little shapeshifter. It’s the best blow job I’ve ever had.”
Basking in his words, I snuggle against his chest and let out a happy sigh.