27. Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Seven
It's been two days since the night of our play, and I wake in a daze, the memory of that night replays in every fiber of my being. I keep seeing flashes of Nikos naked, so thick, primal, and needing. Tom more forceful and dominating than he has ever been. Fantasy fulfilled? That would suggest it was more than just a thrill, but it wasn't. The desire to fuck another man was fulfilled, but the need awakened by being at the mercy of both these men woke a hunger I didn't know existed in my being. And now Tom wants me to do something I’ve only ever done once and even then, it wasn’t done right.
I roll over to my sleeping husband and my mischief peaks. Reaching under the covers, I take him in my hand, gently stroking him to life and then I take him in my mouth.
He stirs, half dozing, half awake, his voice low and breathy. “Fuck, woman, you’re so wicked.”
I don’t bother to answer, I just suck him deeper as he lifts his hips to match my rhythm. He's coming to now, gripping my head and starting to fuck my eager throat. The grunts coming out of his mouth as I go from light licks to sucking him deep, thrill me to no end, as the slick moisture drips from between my lips.
I move to ride him, sliding my soaked pussy down on him, and start grinding against him with a fierce desire.
“I just needed your cock in me,” I confess, slowly bouncing on him. The pleasure sends shivers down my spine as my orgasm erupts from deep within me. “I’ve been thinking about what you said,” I whisper, as I bear down on his cock. “I think I want a taste of your cum before I try Nikos’s flavor.”
That seems to wake him fully and I dismount him and kneel beside him, taking him back into my mouth. “I want you to come inside my mouth, Tom.”
Before I know it, his hands go around my head, his moans growing more guttural as I suck him deeper and when he finally spurts on my lips, I brace myself as I take his release inside my mouth. I stick my tongue out, letting him coat it with his saltiness, and take him back in, allowing him to fill me from the inside out like never before.
“Fuck, baby, you’re going to kill me,” he growls when he sees his cum coating my tongue and lips, and when I swallow, it’s not the depravity of the act that has me on the verge of orgasm, but the unabridged satisfaction from knowing I did this to him and the wicked thrill I’ll get when I do the same thing for Nikos to satisfy my husband’s desire the same way he has capitulated to satisfy my own.
Spent, I collapse on top of him, drifting back to sleep.