Chapter 18 #3
Steadily, I pull them down, revealing the small piece of purple fabric that covers her center.
I drag the leggings down her thighs, over her knees, and across her shins before tossing them to the side.
Leaning forward, only inches away from her pussy, I inhale the heavenly scent of her arousal, admiring the wet spot forming over the center of the fabric.
“Mauro,” she breathes, her fingers coiling around the edge of the counter.
I press a kiss over the fabric, making her squirm. “Take them off,” she tells me in a breathy command. I arch a brow, and she rolls in her bottom lip, grinning. “Please.”
Tucking my fingers beneath the waistband, I pull them down, letting them slide over her legs and off her ankles, dropping to the floor.
I stare down at her, completely entranced.
She’s mine.
Her thighs begin to close, and I place a hand on her leg to stop her and then sign, Spread.
Her lips part, her tongue slipping out and over her bottom lip as she does what she’s told.
Good girl.
Her breaths come out faster, her chest moving rapidly.
Reaching for the back of my chair, I pull it over and sit between her knees, leaning back to enjoy the view.
Fuck, it’s such a pretty pussy.
I eye her clit, which appears swollen and aching for relief. But I make her wait. Not only because I know the anticipation will heighten her arousal, but because I’m enjoying watching her need something so desperately that only I can give her.
“Please,” she begs, squirming against the hard surface. “I’ll do anything if you just touch me.”
Her plea ignites something primal inside me, but just as I lean down, an idea comes to me.
I stand, her eyes watching me with intent. Don’t move.
She nods repeatedly, bringing her hands up to her breasts.
I bolt for the stairs and take two steps at a time, quickly approaching the top one. I sprint down the hall to our bedroom and stride toward her nightstand. Yanking open the drawer, I spot her vibrator and grab it, an excitement sifting through me.
Returning to her in just a matter of a minute, I stand before her, my chest heaving, and the palm of my hand holding the vibrator between us.
Her eyes shift nervously from the pink toy to me. “Are you going to use that on me?”
I nod, resuming my seat between her thighs.
Her legs widen for me, giving me access to every part of her. I slide the palm of my hand over her thigh, skating the pads of my fingers across her silky skin.
Peering between her legs, I see her clit throbbing and in need of attention. And that’s precisely what I plan on giving it.
Using my thumb, I press down on the power button. The vibrations begin, coursing through my fingers.
Our gazes meet. Eyes on me, wife.
She swallows hard, spreading her fingers out over the counter, anticipating my next move. But what she doesn’t expect is when I bring the toy to her pert nipple, teasing her as I circle it and then draw it over the tip.
She moans, her breasts arching up as her head falls to the side. I grin, loving how easily her body responds to me. I’ll have her orgasming in no time. But first, I want to play with her.
I drag it between the valley of her breasts, sliding it over to her other nipple in need of some care. She squirms as I trace it around her before pressing it down on the tip. Her thighs begin to squeeze, but I press one hand on her, keeping her legs spread wide for me.
Slowly, I slide the toy down her stomach, circling her belly button. I watch with rapt fascination as her chest pants harder in eagerness for what’s to come. Increasing the speed, I drag it through her slit, coating it in her arousal. The moan that she produces shoots straight to my cock.
I position it over her entrance, twirling it just enough that the tip slides inside her. Her back arches beautifully as her fingers claw at the flat surface. I push it farther inside, stretching her as I slide it in and out of her.
“Yes,” she breathes heavily, her eyes closing.
I repeat the motion a few more times before I pull it out, leisurely trailing it up toward her clit. The second it makes contact, she screams out as a tremor washes over her.
I remove the vibrator from her skin, giving her a second to catch her breath before I press it against her. Her lips part as she writhes, inching away, but I lock her in place, securing my fingers around her thigh.
I perform the movement again. And again… And again…
Bringing her right to the brink of an orgasm before quickly taking it away from her. Her pussy drips, her arousal coating the counter. Her thighs shake, her body on the cusp of exhaustion.
“Please,” she pleads breathlessly.
I glance up at her. Please what?
She pants as sweat glistens over her body. Her big brown eyes lock onto mine when she says, “Please make me come, husband.”
And I don’t wait another goddamn second before I toss the toy to the side, and I grip her thighs, holding them wide open as I shove my face between her legs, savoring every drop of her sweetness.
She moans as my tongue thrashes against her clit, providing her with a steady amount of pressure. I snake my hand beneath my chin and use two fingers to swirl through her arousal right over her tight entrance.
Relentlessly teasing her.
She shifts forward, searching for more, and I thrust both fingers inside, savoring the whimpers she produces.
I slide my fingers out and then plunge back inside, repeating the action over and over. Her thighs tense around my head, a tremor coursing through her body. She’s so goddamn close to an orgasm, I can practically taste it on the tip of my tongue.
My lips wrap around her bundle of nerves, and I suck. Hard.
“Mauro,” she screams as the orgasm takes over her, sending her into a state of euphoria. I keep up my ministrations until her body goes limp, her thighs dropping on the counter. Slowly, I remove my fingers and stick them between my lips, licking them clean.
I’m never going to get enough of her.
And that’s going to be a problem.
Sitting back, I gaze over her, noting everything. From the flush that spreads delicately over her porcelain skin, to the way her eyelids appear to be too heavy to keep open, and to the goddamn smile that’s written like the most beautiful story across her face.
She’s breathtaking.
And so goddamn perfect.
A clear reminder that we will never be more than this temporary arrangement.