16. Stefan
STEFAN
At some point between convincing Tori that I loved her, and her promising to never leave me again, my cock had started responding to the fact that my wife was wet and naked, her supple curves pressed against me. Now I was hard and straining against my pants. She was all I could think about.
Reaching over the edge of the tub, I tested the water.
“It’s still hot,” I said.
She smiled in my arms. “You want to get in?”
“I want you to get in. I like the way you look when you’re all wet.”
“Oh really,” she purred.
“Really.”
As she looked into my eyes I stroked her cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
Then I kissed her. Making my intentions clear, I thrust deep into her mouth with my tongue.
Her grip grew tighter against my biceps, and throaty little moans escaped her.
She reached down to trace the outline of my cock through my pants, and I couldn’t help but groan.
Our attraction was electric and undeniable.
I was desperate to touch her. Taste her.
Show her exactly what she meant to me by completely losing myself inside her.
“Get in there,” I ordered, forcing myself to break away. “You’re shivering.”
Tori stood and turned around, giving me a million-dollar view of her perfect ass as she stepped back into the bath. Then she took her time sinking down into the hot water, letting out another soft moan as it enveloped her again. “Feels good,” she murmured. “Nice and steamy.”
“You’re teasing me,” I growled, shrugging out of my damp blazer and tugging off my tie.
“Mm-hmm,” she agreed, locking her eyes on mine.
She reached her hands behind her head, arching her back as she stretched, just to show off.
I let my eyes linger over her full breasts, the way her taut nipples peeked out from the dissolving bubbles, the droplets of water clinging to her skin like tiny diamonds.
Then she traced a finger down her neck, between her tits, slipping under the water where I could only imagine it dipping inside the hot, slick walls of her pussy.
“You sure you don’t want to get in here with me?
” she asked, looking into my eyes as she stroked herself.
Licking her lips, a pink flush spread across her cheeks.
I was momentarily stopped from undressing myself by the sight of her hand tucked between her thighs, the slow rocking of her hips under the water.
Using her other hand, she twisted her nipple hard enough to draw another moan from her parted lips, the sound of it going straight to my cock.
“You’re being very naughty,” I rasped, so turned on I could barely think. “I’m gonna have to punish you.”
I saw understanding spark in her gaze, along with desire. That was my girl. That was my Tori. Whose sensual appetite could not be denied.
Stepping next to the tub, my cock was just above her eye level. Seeing the hard evidence of my arousal, a pleased grin curved her beautiful lips.
“Come here,” I said, tugging off my shoes and socks.
She abandoned her toying and leaned forward to wrap her hands over the edge of the bathtub—an old-fashioned clawfoot that was more than big enough for two people.
“Take off my belt,” I ordered as I unbuttoned my wet shirt.
Tori obeyed without hesitation, licking her lips again. The sight made me even harder.
“And your pants?” she asked breathlessly, fingers poised over the zipper, her thumb stroking me through the fabric again.
“Take those off, too,” I said, tossing my shirt on the floor. “Take off everything.”
Her nails dragged down my hips as she finished undressing me, my cock springing free.
I was standing naked and hard before her, and she was on her knees in the tub, steam still curling up from the water, her tits glistening and wet. “Now suck,” I commanded.
Her eyes bright with pleasure, she wrapped her warm hand tight around me. Then she gave me one slow stroke before opening her mouth and taking me inside it.
“Good girl,” I groaned, shivering a little at the hot pressure of her lips and tongue. “Now make it nice and wet. Just like I taught you.”
“Mm hmm,” she agreed.
She moved her head back and forth, sucking softly as she circled my cock with her tongue, moaning her pleasure. Being inside her mouth felt so right. Like coming home.
“That’s right,” I breathed.
I placed my hand on the back of Tori’s head, guiding her pace, setting the rhythm I knew both of us liked.
Slow and deep at first, letting her adjust to it.
Then faster. Rougher. My cock fucked her mouth, teasing her, reminding her of how it would be when I was pumping inside her pussy, strong and sure, giving her exactly what she craved.
“Take me deeper,” I said.
She relaxed her throat as I thrust even farther inside her mouth, closing my eyes against the perfect sensation of heat and wetness. The way she was sucking me off so good, it took all my willpower not to come right away—but I wasn’t going to let her off that easy.
“Enough,” I finally said.
I pulled away and she let out a whimper of disappointment, but it disappeared the second I got into the tub with her. It was big enough for two people, but still cozy, water sloshing out onto the tiled floor, but I didn’t care. I was done holding back.
“Get over here,” I told her. “Straddle me.”
She did as I ordered, her knees on either side of my hips as her tits rose in front of me, at the perfect height for exactly what I wanted to do to them. To her.
“You’re perfect for me,” I murmured, rubbing my lips gently over her taut nipples. “And I’m going to fuck you until you remember how perfect we are together. Until you can feel exactly how much I love you.”
“Yes,” she moaned as my tongue slid across her nipples, one at a time, teasing her. “I love you, too.”
The words made it all the sweeter, her hips already moving with the anticipation of my cock. But I wasn’t ready. Not yet. I wanted to torment her a little. Give her a small taste of the desperation I’d felt for her while she was gone.
I sucked one nipple into my mouth, twisting and tweaking the other one before I switched off, lavishing attention on the other.
I used my tongue and teeth and fingers to bite, lick, tug at the softly pebbled skin.
Torturing and pleasuring her at the same time.
She was moaning louder, her wet hair falling in front of her face and showering both of us with water droplets.
Her hips were pressed tight against mine, my hot, hard cock brushing the soft lips of her pussy.
“You want this?” I asked, reaching between us to drag my cock up and down the length of her opening.
“God yes,” she whimpered. “I want it. Please.”
I pushed the head of my cock just barely inside her but didn’t thrust. Not yet.
“Tell me what you need,” I said, drawing it out.
“I need you to fuck me, please,” Tori whispered, over and over, panting against my shoulder with anticipation now. “Please, Stefan, please fuck me. Fuck me please.”
It was all I could do to hold back.
“Tell me you love me,” I demanded, fisting my hand in her hair and pulling her head back so I could kiss her neck. “I want to hear you say it again.”
“I love you,” Tori gasped as the head of my cock inched a little deeper into her. “Fuck, I love you so much.”
“And who do you belong to?” I pressed, easing almost all the way back out of her, holding her sexually hostage, making her breath catch in her throat.
“You. I belong to you,” she said. “I’m yours. Only yours.”
We were both breathing hard now, fighting our need for each other.
“You’re goddamn right,” I told her, gazing into her eyes. “And I’m yours. For always.”
Tori started to nod, but without warning I gripped her hips tight and thrust up into her, hard and deep, both of us groaning at the intensity of our connection.
“Now ride me,” I ordered. “Ride me until you come.”
She grabbed my shoulders, steadying herself, and then started grinding on me, up and down, so much faster and harder than she normally would, her thrusts increasingly frenzied as she panted her pleasure in my ear. Neither of us cared how much water was splashing onto the floor.
“Come for me, kitty cat,” I coaxed. “Come on my cock.”
She obeyed almost instantly, crying out her orgasm, her pussy clenching deliciously around me.
She was so hot and responsive, it was all I could do to not come with her.
But I’d spent my life honing my powers of self-control and it served me well in this moment, with my wife’s cunt contracting around my cock—my cock which had been aching for her for days.
I held her, waiting until her body had stopped shuddering before I began to move again.
“You feel so good,” she whispered.
“So do you,” I said.
I loved the slide of her wet body against mine, how easy it was to drag her hips up and down, the water guiding each thrust. Tori’s hands were tight on my shoulders as she recovered and began matching my strokes, riding me hard again, her wet hair flung back.
Her eyes were glassy with lust, her skin flushed, and I could tell she was close to coming again.
“Say it again,” I ordered, unable to get enough of her.
“I love you,” she gasped, riding me harder and harder, chasing her new orgasm. “I’m yours.”
“I love you,” I said, pulling her mouth over mine, our fierce kiss matching the unrestrained pace of our thrusting beneath the water.
“Oh my god, Stefan,” she cried out, tensing up. “I’m coming again.”
She closed her eyes and arched her back against the tub, her tits displayed beautifully for me as she cried out with the power of her release. Then she leaned forward, her body going limp against my chest as she tried to catch her breath.
“We’re not done,” I whispered to her, my hands still tight on her hips, my cock still hard inside her.
“Good,” she moaned, her lips against my ear. “Because I want more.”
“You think you can handle more?” I asked, picking up my pace again, forcing her body down on my cock.
“Yes,” she cried out, loving the way I was using her body. “Fuck me.”