Chapter 29 #2
I feel him drag my dress up, exposing my tights, as his hands reach my waist. He grabs the hem of my very expensive, very carefully chosen lingerie and tries to take it off.
I stopped him right there. “Uh uh, sir. This lingerie was very expensive, and it deserves recognition.” He put his arms up and laughed at me.
“Okay, turn around then.” I do, and he unzips my dress, letting it fall to the floor. I step out of it and turn around.
“Let me see you, Sam.” I just stood there, in my shiny white lingerie, as my husband watched me.
He started tracing all the hems of the bra, the straps slipping down my shoulders, one nearly exposing my nipple.
He started kissing me, then my neck, my shoulder, my arm, my stomach, and he paused right before my waistband.
He looks up at me and grabs one of my legs, putting it on his shoulder.
He started kissing my knee, my thigh, and he landed right on the spot that made me clench my legs, and so wet I think I just ruined these panties.
He grabbed the other leg and put me exactly where he wanted me, on his face.
He licked and bit me. “You are ruining my panties.”
“I’ll buy you new ones.” I chuckled as he set me on the counter and took a step back.
“What?” He is looking at me like a starving man.
“You look so sexy, Sam.” I’m stupidly blushing right now. It is so strange how this man can be between my legs at any given moment of the day, anywhere, and I’m okay, but when he looks at me like that, I’m gone.
“You still have so many clothes on, husband.” He nods and starts undressing, and I just watch. When he is down to his briefs, I can see how hard and ready he is for me.
For his wife.
I hopped off the counter and walked towards the bedroom. He just followed me without a word. I sat on the bed and spread my legs. “Do you remember back in Paris when you told me you liked control, surrender, and that you liked it when someone asked for what they wanted?”
“I do,” he says, studying me.
“Then come on, control me, do everything you ever wanted to do with me. I’ll surrender to you,” I tease, but I truly want to see what he hasn’t given me so far. I want to see that side of him.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for, Samantha.” His eyes go dark.
“Then show me,” I tease again. He takes a deep breath, and I can see the shift in his eyes.
“Spread your legs wider, and stay there.” I obey, watching him walk towards my nightstand. He grabbed my vibrator, a bold move. “Open your mouth,” he said as he walked my way with the vibrator in hand, and put it in my mouth. “Suck on it, eyes on me.”
Okay, now my panties are really ruined.
He started pressing and pulsing on my clit with his hand while I played with the toy in my mouth. “This is going to feel deep,” he said, pushing the toy all the way back to my throat. I gagged, but kept playing with it. “Good job.”
He took it out, pulled my panties to the side, and slid it into me.
A low moan escaped me, and my legs closed.
“Uh, uh, open up.” He’s playing with the toy and playing with me.
With his other hand, he unclasps my bra, freeing my breasts, and cups one into his mouth.
Licking and biting my nipple hard enough that it hurts—in a good way.
I’m losing it, and I’m so close. “Theo fuck me, please.”
“No,” he said in the calmest way and kept playing with the toy.
He turned it on at the highest setting, and I felt how my soul left my body. My orgasm consumed me. I moaned, gasped, and screamed his name.
“I did what you wanted. I showed you what you wanted to see. Can I tell you what I want now?” I nodded.
“I want to spend the night making love to my wife,” I laughed, “After making me come like that?” He nods and starts kissing me, slowly, deeply, and I melt right into his arms.
He took his time now, I swear he kissed every inch of my body, traced every scar, and counted every freckle. He worshiped me. And I have never felt something like this in my entire life.
“Can I take these panties off now?” I nodded, laughing, “You already ruined them, so yeah.” I felt electrified when he slid them down my legs. He grabbed my ankles and put them on his shoulder, and he slid into me. His movements were so different now, so slow, so controlled, sweet even.
I lost count of the positions we did, and the times we did it that night.
“You know, when I first met you, I thought that you were sent to distract me. I needed a distraction, and somehow life knew to put a quirky, sexy as hell flight attendant on my flight.”
“I did distract you, but it was your fault.”
“How so?” he said, looking at me with such curiosity in his eyes. “You kept talking to me, and then you invited me to share a wine bottle, and you almost invited me to a threesome.”
He laughs now, really laughs. “I have a question about that,”
“Yes, I would’ve joined you two that night.”
“You would’ve?” He arched his brow, looking really surprised. “Look, when a hot man is flirting with you, and a hot bartender insinuates a threesome opportunity, in a foreign country, you think you will never see those people again, so you say yes.”
“You sound experienced, Samantha,” I laugh. It is refreshing being able to talk to him like this, about everything and nothing at the same time. “That wasn't my first layover in Paris, Theodore.”
“You are full of surprises, aren’t you?” He pulled me closer to him and started kissing me behind the ear. “How many threesomes have you had, Mr. Jones?”
“Isn’t this the type of questions we’re supposed to ask on our first date, rather than on our wedding night?
” Another kiss, and I can feel his hand going down my spine.
“Fair point, but we have never followed the right order, so.” I can hear him laugh in the back of my neck, his hand getting dangerously close to my ass. “I’ve had a couple.”
“Men or women?” I start sliding my hand up his thigh. “Both,” he whispered in my ear, giving me another kiss.
I gasped dramatically, “Theodore Jones, you dirty bastard.”
“We were all friends, we all wanted to experiment, so we did.” I slid my hand a bit more, getting closer to his length. “Did you kiss the guy?” I grabbed him now and started touching him slowly.
“Sorry to disappoint you, but no, I didn’t kiss the guy.” I stopped touching him and mimicked a cry. “What a turn off,” he just laughed and kept kissing my neck and rubbing my ass. “You’re not going to ask about me?” he didn’t even flinch.
“I don’t care. You had a life before me, and I’m sure you had a lot of fun.” I started teasing him, touching him again. “I have had more than a couple, and I had one with two men.”
“Greedy. Is that why you enjoy having me play with your toy?” He wrapped his arm around my waist and turned me toward him.
I nodded, “You can say that.” He grabbed the toy back from the nightstand, “So let’s see.
Do you like this?” He pressed the toy against my clit, the pulsing sensation vibrating through me, and I jumped, nodding at him.
“And this?” He slid one finger in and kept rubbing the toy against my clit.
I moaned into his mouth and nodded again.
“What about this?” He slid the toy in, and one of his fingers—he just sucked on, up my ass. That made me squirm, clench, and scream. “Yes, I like that.”
He kept playing with me, started licking and biting my nipples. “And what about this?” He said as he guided himself to my entrance, without taking the toy out.
“Can you take this?” I nodded, hungry for him, hungry for more. He entered me, and that stretch made me gasp. I felt so full, it was borderline painful in the most exquisite way. I could feel his finger, the toy, I could feel him. “Fuck Theo—”
“Shh, relax,” he said as he started moving his finger, slowly, in and out of me, while the toy and his cock stayed steady inside. He grabbed my hand and put it on the toy. I was kind of in control now.
He started thrusting slowly, and I followed his pace with the toy. I could feel the vibration on my entire body. With his other hand, he cupped my breast and started biting my nipple. “I’m going to speed it up now.” I nodded.
And when he did, the whole room started spinning for me. It all felt so tight, so wet, so perfect. “You take me so well.”
He took the toy out, rested it on my clit, and started thrusting me deeper, with his finger too. “I’m about to come, Theo.”
“Good, come for me then,” and I did.
We stayed there restless, still throbbing, shaking, but happy and full. “Is that something you still want to repeat?” He said out of nowhere, and while he was looking at the ceiling, I could see the wheels on his head spinning. “What, this? Absolutely.”
“A threesome, I meant.” He didn’t look at me when he said that. “I mean, I don’t know. I could be open to it. Do you want to?”
“Honestly, no. I don’t want to share you with anybody, let alone a man.
But, I understand that you are still young, and that there can be some things you still want to experience.
” He looked pissed, but in a ‘I’ll do it for you’ kind of way, and I will never allow him to feel like that just to do something for me.
“Hey, look at me,” I said, cupping his face in my hands, “I don’t need to experience anything else. The way you fuck me on a daily basis is more than enough. And honestly, a lot better than anything else I’ve done in the past. So no thank you.” he laughed and kissed me.
“Good, because if a guy ever touches you again, I’ d have to kill him, and that would ruin the company, and our marriage.” I crack a laugh. “You won’t kill anybody, and you won’t ruin anything, but me.”
“Another thing that I need to ruin is this night,” I stood up and looked at him, “Why? What happened?”
“Well, it is 4:48 a.m. and our flight leaves at 7:45 a.m, so if we want to catch it, we need to shower and get ready, like, right now,” I growl at him.
“Theodore Jones, you booked our honeymoon flight in the early morning after our wedding?” He looks at me like I’m saying the stupidest thing in the world. “That’s how honeymoons usually work, you finish the wedding, and then off you go.”
“I mean, yeah, but have you met us?” I say while I grab a blanket and stand up from the bed. My legs are still shaking, I swear I’m dripping, and I’m pretty sure that my makeup and my hair are so ruined that I need a blowout and a makeup artist to fix me.
“Well, that was the point of having a sunset wedding, sweetheart.”
I rolled my eyes at him, “Yeah, but I bet you didn’t count on having sex for six hours straight. Right?”
“Well, that’s your fault,” he says, laughing at me as he stands up, slapping my ass on his way to the shower. “Are you joining me?”
“If you want to catch that flight, absolutely not.”