Chapter 20 #2
We made the drive home in complete silence. The dinner had happened without incident except that I had stared at Mila the entire night. Her shy energy and sexy dress were a lethal combination, and I had blue balls before the appetizers had been cleared away.
I wasn’t even really sure what we had discussed over dinner. I had laughed and listened and been attentive to everyone, but my mind hadn’t been in the game.
Together, Mila and I exited the vehicle and made our way up the front entrance together.
She greeted Bandit and then let him outside, while I walked to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of vodka.
I was tired, and my body was primed for sex. I just needed to rein in the beast for a bit longer. I needed my wife to get to bed.
She sent a reluctant Bandit upstairs, while she lingered in the kitchen with me. She was leaning forward on the island, reading her phone.
I took a cooling sip of my vodka and tried not to stare at how the sheer fabric pulled taut over her perfect butt as she bent over.
“Did you know we have a storm rolling in tomorrow?”
I drained my glass and poured myself another. “Oh, yeah?”
“Lots of wind, and there’s a rainfall warning. Bandit isn’t going to like that. He’s still not used to his raincoat.”
My dick was heavy and hard, throbbing painfully.
I imagined her naked, bent over, her hands behind her back.
I drained my second glass and carefully set it on the counter. I was about to go to hell for my choices, but I no longer cared. My self control was in tatters, and now I was ready to relish every moment of my sins.
I walked up behind her and grabbed her hips, pulling her back against my body.
She gasped and stood up, spinning so she was up against me.
I lightly brushed a strand of hair off her beautiful face. Her eyes were on mine, questioning me, questioning my motives.
“How’s my fuck doll?”
Her eyes widened. “Your fuck doll is ready.”
I could barely restrain the hunger that coursed through my body. “You’re not ready for what I’m about to do to you.”
Her sweet smile was my undoing.
I fisted her dress by the front neckline and gently ripped the fabric, before tugging in earnest and tearing her dress down the front until she wore it like a sheer coat.
I pushed the fabric off her shoulders and let it pool at her feet, which were still clad in her high, strappy heels.
This was the line I swore I wouldn’t cross.
“Last chance to back out, darling.” I stood in front of her, not touching.
She responded by staring at me with her beautiful eyes, and then she placed one small hand on my chest. “I want this.”
Those words were my undoing. I picked her up and set her ass on the island. She gasped but obligingly lifted her hips when I grabbed the scrap of lace and pulled it down and off her legs.
I held her gaze, which was wide with wonder, as I held her hands and slowly lowered her onto her back with her knees bent over the edge of the counter. She hissed and arched as her skin hit the cool granite. She’d be burning hot in a moment.
I spread her legs apart and feasted my eyes on her perfect velvet pussy. It was begging to be ravished.
God help me.
I vowed to take this slow and stay in control. I knew this was her first time, and I needed to take care not to scare or overwhelm her. I could do that.
I just needed to take this slow.
The moment my mouth made contact with her sweet wet heat, I was awash in her trust, her softness and her sweet, willing vulnerability.
It hit me all at once. It was too intimate, too honest.
Too Mila.
My body overrode every rational thought. I could feel the dam crack, and I completely lost control. I was like a starved man, feasting on her sweetness, her juicy desire, her velvety softness, and I didn’t let up.
I didn’t give even give her a moment to breathe.
With my mouth still between her legs, I reached up and palmed her beautiful breasts, pushing down her bra none too gently so I could touch those perfect nipples.
Just to tease, I alternated between flicking her with my tongue and tugging on those nipples.
And then her fingers were digging into my skull, mashing my face further into her as she arched into my mouth.
It took three minutes of me wildly fucking her with my tongue before her hips were bucking against my face. She arched with her orgasm, lifting her hips off the counter as she ground herself into my mouth.
“Oh, god,” she cried out with abandon, as her fingers clawed at the counter. “Oh, Axel, oh my god.”
And then her hands were pushing my mouth off her sensitive parts as she came apart.
I lifted my head to watch her. When she began to come down, our eyes met. She looked soft and feminine and more beautiful than I had ever seen her.
“Axel,” she breathed.
But I hadn’t even come close to quenching my need for my wife.
She gasped with shock when I lifted her into my arms and gently carried her to the nearest soft piece of furniture. Fittingly, it was the ottoman.
“On your hands and knees,” I bossed her.
Her legs were shaking, but she obeyed me.
I nearly lost all control when she tossed her hair and looked over her shoulder at me. I don’t think she meant to be seductive, but I had never seen anything sexier in my life.
I softly caressed the curve of her perfect ass cheek, swallowing hard as waves of hot desire coursed through my body.
“Spread your legs.” My voice was rough.
Her eyes widened in delighted shock, and she moved so she was kneeling and spread open like some sort of sex goddess who’d come to destroy me with my own fantasies.
I smoothed the roundness of her ass before sliding my hand between her legs.
Her pussy was slippery with her desire. She moaned and jerked her hips when my fingers gently teased her.
Using the tips of my fingers, I repeatedly traced her entrance, marveling at how wet and aroused she was, until she was moving her hips in time with my circles.
I reached forward and grabbed her hair in my fist so I could gently pull her head back. I watched as her back naturally arched, tilting her pelvis into the perfect position.
My dick was throbbing in pain, but I managed to ignore it while I focused on giving my virgin wife more pleasure than she had ever felt before.
I introduced two fingers, curling them inside of her until I found her inner secret spot.
“Oh my god,” she whimpered, as my skillful fingers worked their magic.
I teased her until her body was searching for its own release. Her back arched further, tightening against my grip in her hair, and her thighs shook uncontrollably. But her hips rhythmically rode my fingers with abandon.
“Don’t stop.” Her moan was breathless.
I wasn’t sure I could if I tried. But I didn’t relent. I dropped her hair and used that hand smack her butt. Hard enough to sting but not enough to hurt.
Her entire body quivered.
I moved my fingers faster and timed the movement with another hard smack on her other butt cheek.
Her second orgasm was cataclysmic. She released a long, piercing wail of shattered pleasure, and then her body stiffened and shuddered in uncontrolled waves.
I slowly pulled my fingers out of her wet perfection, and she almost comically collapsed on the ottoman and rolled to her side so she could look at me.
She was panting for oxygen.
I should stop.
I worked to find some shred of control and walk away from her before it was too late, but instead I stood, staring down at her. She was spent and dazed, but she also was staring up at me with both trust and desire in her expression.
“Do you want more?” My voice sounded harsh to my own ears.
“Yes.” Her eyes were glued to my face.
“Can you handle more?” I asked in a warning tone, but my fingers were already undoing the buttons of my dress shirt and I made fast work of stripping it off.
“Yes.”
I pushed my clothes down off my legs. Her eyes widened when they landed on my dick, which was engorged past the point of pain.
I had never wanted to fuck more in my life.
“Get on your back,” I bossed her again.
She obediently rolled over onto her back.
She looked absolutely gorgeous with her hair spilling around her, her bra covering nothing but still cupping her breasts like they were putting them on display.
Her knees were bent, and her heels were now on the floor.
She looked wanton, pouty, like pure sex.
I had no idea how I was going to control myself and take it slow with her.
I looked down at her as I slowly stroked my dick. “Spread your legs for me.”
She dug her heels into the rug and then deliberately parted her naked legs until she was spread wide open to me.
“Play with your nipples.” My voice was so hoarse I barely recognized it.
She held eye contact with me as she slowly cupped her lush breasts and then teased her hard nipples. Her hips gave little involuntary jerks when she pinched or pulled at them.
I dropped to my knees between her legs and smoothed my hands down the length of her thighs, pushing her open wider.
She watched me with partially closed eyes while her fingers continued to play.
My nut sack hung heavy, and my cock bobbed while I studied the perfection of her pussy.
I wasn’t sure I had ever seen anything more erotic in my life than my young wife, naked and open to me.
I reached up so my thumb could lazily circle her clit.
I spent time playing with it, circling and teasing until she bucked her hips in wild, uncontrolled little jerks.
I waited until her eyes were once again glazed with arousal and her breath was uneven.
Then I lifted my thumb and watched as her heavy eyes opened. “Don’t stop.”
I slowly slid my fingers inside her swollen flesh, curling my fingers up. I could feel her inner pleasure point, swollen and full.
I used my fingers to rub her exactly there, with both speed and friction.
Her eyes widened in shock and then her hips began jerking against my hand.