Aria’s POV
Aria’s POV
Right after fucking me rough and hard, and holy fuck did I love it, he, in no uncertain terms told me we were both done with lovers and mistresses.
I was going to argue with him, when he slammed his mouth to mine and aggressively kissed me, making my insides heat up all over again.
He told me he hadn’t been with anyone since Sharice, which I knew was true.
I had been with one of my men right after that shit with the Black Widow went down.
So, I had to give him credit for going longer than I had.
I didn’t think he would last, not being with other women, so I decided to push the limits.
Yes, I enjoyed sex with my partners, but they were all men who seemed to have domination issues.
I ended up being the submissive most of the time.
I didn’t always mind, but I wanted to dominate too.
I waited for three weeks before I started pushing boundaries with Maximo.
He was in bed waiting for me when I asked, raising a pair of furry black handcuffs, “Can we play?”
He looked at the handcuffs, then back to me, hesitating. But then he nodded slowly.
I smiled widely at him, and approached him. He again hesitated, then I took one of his large wrists in my hand, but then he positioned himself more comfortably on the bed in the master bedroom. I hadn’t yet moved into the master bedroom with him, so we had sex in each other’s room for now.
I smiled my sickly sweet smile at him, which made him flinch, but he allowed me to lock up his wrists. I started to walk away, when he called to me, voice raising, “Aria?”
I turned slightly, and brought one finger to my lips.
“Shhhh. I have to get ready. I’ll be right back.
” Then I winked at him. I could see him getting hard through his sweatpants.
Maximo didn’t usually dress casually, but had begun to more and more over the last few weeks.
He probably thought I was going to leave him like that.
Tempting, but no. Although I did plan to take my time getting dressed.
Let’s see how well he takes this playtime.
As I stood just outside the open door to his room, I heard him call out, sounding agitated. “Aria? What game are you playing?”
I pushed the door open more, then stepped in. His eyes dilated quickly. “Holy shit.”
I was wearing a red, wet look bodysuit that looked more like a one-piece bathing suit.
It had a thong back, showing off my best assets.
The front covered just enough of my breast, but plenty of skin was still exposed.
I had on a pair of bright red stiletto heels.
His eyes roamed me from head to toe, then back to my eyes.
I could see his cock jumping in his pants. Hmmm, so he likes the outfit. Noted.
I quietly closed the door behind me, eyes still on Maximo, as his eyes narrowed at me. “Did you just walk from your room to this room like that?”
I shrugged. “Yes. Don’t worry. I made sure the men were all on the ground floor before coming back this way.”
That seemed to make him relax. “Maybe it’s time you moved into the room. This is meant to be our room, Aria.” His voice was husky now.
I pouted. “I want to play.”
His eyes dilated again. He licked his lips, looking me over again. “Then let’s play, Donna.”
It had become a real turn-on when he called me that. It was a sign of high respect being given the title. I had never expected to receive it.
I smiled wickedly at him as I slowly approached the bed. He fisted his hands, still locked to the bed frame.
I crawled up towards him from the end of the bed, his eyes moving from my face to my partially exposed breast.
I pouted. “Don’t you like my outfit, Maximo?” I proceeded to lean up, kneeling on my knees in front of him, my chest pushed out for extra effect.
His eyes moved to mine, drooping a little. “I think I like it a lot, wife.”
That was another thing. He rotated from calling me Aria, to wife, to Donna.
Aria was usually used when he was agitated or frustrated with me.
Wife when he was being affectionate. And Donna when he wanted to be respectful or dirty.
I loved it all. I didn’t think I wanted to admit it, but I think I may have been falling for my husband.
I bent back down and crawled towards him again until I was hovering over his twitching cock. I smiled down at it, then looked up through my lashes at Maximo. His breathing had already started to pick up.
In a husky voice I said, “Does Maximo want to play with his innocent little wife?”
His breathing was coming out in heavy breaths. In a low voice he responded back. “Yes. He does.” His eyes stayed on mine, as I smiled wickedly at him.
“Wifey wants to play too.”
My eyes moved down to his cock. I held myself up with one hand, using the other to rub his cock.
“Hmmm. He looks ready.”
I heard Maximo mumble, “He is very ready.”
I leaned up enough on my knees so I could grab his sweatpants by the sides and pulled them down as Maximo lifted and shifted so I could pull them down and off. He only had on the sweatpants, no shirt. I tossed them behind me, and leaned back on my knees. I continued to look at his twitching cock.
“Hmmm.”
I leaned over him and licked from his balls to his tip.
“Holy shit, Donna.”
I leaned back up and leaned back on my knees and pouted. “I’m not ready yet.”
His eyes narrowed at me as I smiled at him.
Before he could say anything, I dragged my open palm down my face with my tongue sticking out to lick my hand.
He just stared at me, eyes narrowing more.
I smiled, turned my hand upside down and slid it down my breast, my stomach, down to my pussy, and left my hand there.
“Should I touch myself, Maximo?” My breath was quiet and whispery. I didn’t want to admit that I was horny as hell right now. My goal was to drive him nuts, and hopefully get an orgasm out of it. To be fair, ever since Maximo and I began having sex, I had never not had an orgasm with him.
In a similar soft tone, “Show me.”
I continued to smile at him as I slid a finger into the side of the bodysuit to pull it away from my body, and inserted a finger.
I began to push the finger in and out, I was already wet and ready, but he didn’t need to know that just yet.
Sex with Maximo had been explosive and spectacular.
But again, I wasn’t ready to let him know that.
I used this time to admire my husband’s naked body.
Maximo was not all beefed up like a bodybuilder type, buy the had muscle ,and it looked good on him.
He had muscular thighs, and a really thick cock.
He was bigger than any man I had been with so far. And that man knew how to use it.
“More. Faster, Aria.”
I stopped and frowned. “Shhh shhh Maximo.” His eyes narrowed again, a dark glint in his eyes.
I began to move my finger in and out again, slowly, a few more times, then I added a second digit. Slow, in and out. He just stared at my fingers moving. His cock was sticking straight up, with a slight curve towards his body. He was more than ready.
Through gritted teeth. “Aria, please.”
Again I stopped, which actually frustrated me. I pulled both fingers out, wet with my juices, brought them close to my lips and said, “Shhhh.”
His eyes grew wide, and he licked his lips, nodding slowly.
I put my fingers back inside me, and continued to go slow, in and out. I had been ready just before he spoke, but I didn’t want him to have that power, so I had to do it a little longer. I pulled my fingers out and pouted again.
“She wants your pretty little cock, Maximo. Can she have it?”
“Yes please.” It came out more like a croak.
Surprisingly, he wasn’t at all dissuaded from my role playing and dirty talk with him.
Hmmmm. Guess that means I keep going.
I walked on my knees up to him, hovering my wet, dripping pussy over his hard cock. But before I put him inside me, I rubbed my two fingers with my juices on it all over his cock, looking Maximo in the eye. His breathing was coming out rough, staring at me in the eyes.
I moved over him, and shifted until his cock was at my entrance. Then slowly lowered myself down on to him.
Holy shit did that feel good.
I heard him moan loudly.
I sat still for a moment to get my bearings, then started to rock myself on him, my hands behind me on his thighs, holding me upright. I knew my orgasm would come fast because I was already close to exploding before he stopped me earlier.
And I felt it build, build, build until I exploded.
I rocked slowly against him as my orgasm came down.
I heard him grunt, but he didn’t say anything.
But a weird thing happened. Just as I was about to stop, I could feel my orgasm start to build again.
This time though I rocked even slower, leaning in towards Maximo, my breasts thrusting in front of his face as I rocked, one hand on his chest, the other on the headboard.
I continued the slow movement, as I heard Maximo’s breath starting to come out in pants.
I felt the build again, slow, slow, but more intense, as I pushed fully into him, feeling myself shake on a second orgasm.
Holy shit! I had never cummed that quickly after a first.