Epilogue 5
Ilya
"Come in," I said, the phone still to my ear but my eyes darting between my computer screen and the door.
Daisy slipped inside, and a lump formed in my throat at the sight of her. My eyebrows slammed upwards as she closed the door behind her. Her gorgeous face was all sweet and innocent, completely in contrast to the fact that she was wearing my shirt with not much else.
"Not interrupting you, I hope?" she asked, her voice teasing as she leant against the door and gave me an almost perfect view of her.
Fucking stockings. She was wearing stockings with my shirt. My favorite tie nestled between her full, high breasts.
My mouth went dry at the sight of her.
"Ilya, are you there?" the voice in my ear asked, and I mumbled out a reply that was almost nonsensical.
How could anyone form a coherent sentence when their wife had just snuck into the room with a mischievous smile on her gorgeous face and not much else?
"I thought you might need some help," she teased, running her hand down curves that made my mouth water.
"I hope you don’t mind." Crossing the distance between us, she hopped herself up onto my desk.
Right in front of me. Feet up on the arms of my chair so she could spread her legs just enough for me to see a slip of lace and satin against her mound.
"I didn’t have any office attire, so I borrowed yours."
I still couldn’t speak; all I could do was follow her hand as it trailed across the shirt front and cupped her full breasts.
In my pants, my cock pushed against my zipper. The moment she had slipped inside my office, I had been painfully hard. Now it felt like I was going to pass out from lack of blood to my brain.
"What can I do—" Still smiling down at me, she slipped her hand inside the shirt. First cupping her breasts in turn, and then her hand slid down her stomach and over her satin-covered mound.
I followed every movement, a groan tearing its way out of my lips as I watched her fingers slide across the material.
"To help?" Over and over again, she stroked against her center.
Leaning back, I kept my eyes on her even as I answered the questions being asked of me. My tongue swiping over my lips as I watched her slowly stroke herself.
I didn’t know what she was playing at, but I was down for it. Holy fucking shit, I was down for this.
Wetting my lips, I shook my head. "Show me." My voice came out a gravelly whisper.
Eyes sparkling, Daisy pulled those panties to the side, baring her pink, glistening pussy to me, and for a second I thought I was going to pass out with fucking need.
How did I ever get so fucking lucky?
Eyes hooded, I watched as she stroked between her lips, parting herself for me even more.
Fuck. I was so close to losing control and just fucking her right here and now. Maybe pull that sweet, wet pussy right down over my cock and give her exactly what she wanted.
"Fuck yourself for me," I whispered instead, and was rewarded by a soft cry as she speared herself with two fingers as far as they would go.
I watched her body swallow them and wished it was my dick that was sliding inside of her.
It had been weeks since I’d made love to her.
Suddenly I frowned. It hadn’t been weeks. It had been months.
The thought was sobering.
How the hell had it happened? I hadn’t touched my wife since our daughter was born.
No wonder she was here and laying herself out bare to me. She fucking missed me.
Keeping one hand on the phone, I reached out with the other one, slowly sliding the tips through her wetness and lazily beginning to circle her clit in time with her plunging fingers.
For a second, Daisy's eyes widened, and then they fluttered shut and her head fell back as she let out the sweetest little whimper I had ever heard.
Pressing down a little harder, I watched as she began to shake. Her whole body trembling, and I knew without question that she was close.
It had been months since I had watched her cum, and now I had a front-row seat to it, and it felt like I was going to explode in my pants like a damn teenager.
Of course, this was all my fault. I’d been so focused on making her happy that I had neglected her other happiness.
Increasing the pressure, my fingers slid against her wet core. "Fuck, Ilya," she moaned, her hips beginning to roll so she could meet every thrust with her body. "I need—"
"I have to go. Something important has come up," slamming the phone down, I grabbed both of her hips, yanking her to the very edge of the desk and suctioning my lips over her swollen little clit.
If my wife was going to cum, then I wasn’t going to miss a drop.
The whimpers turned to moans that sounded like my name as she gave herself over to me completely.
When I parted her with my fingers and plunged one inside whilst sucking as hard as I could on her little pleasure nub, she creamed.
Her hands tangled in my hair so she could hold me to her and gyrate against my face.
"Ilya!" Daisy's nails scraped against my scalp almost painfully as she slammed her wet pussy against my lips and soaked my mouth and chin in her release. I didn’t let up, licking her slowly and surely until she fell back with a low but still needy groan.
"Fuck me, Ilya. I need to feel you inside of me. "
I knew she did because that’s exactly how I was feeling as well. Only I knew I wouldn’t be able to go gently with her, and she deserved gentle. Especially as this was the first time since she had given birth.
The memories of our first time together assaulted me. I hadn’t been gentle back then when I had taken her virginity hard and fast on my desk.
I’d regretted how I had treated her that night ever since and was not going to make the same mistake again.
Slowly, I let my fingers slide from her body and pushed them against her lips. She opened them and softly sucked without breaking eye contact.
"Soon," I whispered. "There’s no rush. Let me take my time."
I knew what she wanted; even if she hadn’t just begged me, I would have known. Just from the look in her eyes.
Twirling her tongue against my fingers, she edged towards the edge of the desk and then slowly she slipped to her knees. Her hands reached for my belt.
Leaning back, I watched as she freed me. Squeezing my heavy cock at the base, she flicked her eyes up to mine and licked a long line straight up my throbbing shaft from base to head.
"I want you," she whispered, taking the words right out of my mouth because I wanted her too. I was so desperate to sink into her. As hard and fast as I could go, but at the same time so scared of hurting her.
"Can I—"
Reaching around to the back of her head, I pulled her hair up and away from her beautiful face. "You never have to ask permission to touch me, Daisy," I groaned.
Her smile was a little knowing, there and gone from her face in a second, and before I knew what was happening, she had her mouth wrapped around me. Slowly sliding her lips down my cock until I felt myself nudging at the back of her throat.
The hand I had tangled in her hair tightened.
"Sweet baby Jesus." I didn’t move as she bobbed her head over me. Taking in as much as she could until her eyes watered and saliva streamed from her lips, and even then, when I knew she was struggling to breathe around the thick cock lodged into her mouth, she kept going.
"What are you doing to me?" I whispered, my hips jerking up to fill not just her mouth but her throat as well. There was nothing gentle about it.
On her knees in front of me, Daisy moaned, the vibrations making me jerk. I couldn’t help it; I grinned. It didn’t seem like she minded how tough I was being, and if that was the case, then—
Reaching down, I took the front of my shirt and pulled it apart, sending buttons flying through the air.
"That’s better. I can see all of you now." Cupping the back of her head with one hand, I reached down and cupped her breast with the other, teasing the nipple up through the material of her bra.
It still wasn’t enough. I needed to touch her properly. Drown in her.
"Stop," I groaned.
She did no such thing; instead, she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked. My balls drew up painfully tight.
"I said stop." Gripping her long hair, I pulled her lips off of me with a wet pop. I stared at her for a second. At the way her eyes sparkled with unshed tears, at the full lips dripping with saliva, and a rush of need coursed through me before I could even pretend I was in control.
"Stand up," I ordered.
Stumbling to her feet, she stood expectantly in front of me, and I wasted no time in running my hands over her curves. Sliding the shirt off her body so she stood there in nothing but an underwear set that made me want to rip it off her body with my teeth.
"Is this," slowly I let my fingers curl over her breasts, "for me?"
"Yes." Arching her back, she thrust her breasts into my hands. "Do you like it?"
There was a knowing look in her eyes, and I rolled my eyes in answer.
"Do I like it?" Yanking the cup down, I pinched her hard nipple between my thumb and forefinger, drawing a breathy moan from her.
"No." I did the same with the other nipple.
"I don’t like them. I love them," I ground out, closing my lips around one sensitive little point and sucking hard.
"But," I bit down, and she cried out, "I think they would look better on the floor.
" Keeping my lips tightly around her, I reached behind her back and undid the clasp, only coming off her sweet-tasting nipple to let the offended garment fall between us.
"Mmm," I grinned. "That is better." Grabbing her hands, I pulled her to her feet. My eyes caressing every inch of her. "Tell me what you want." Pulling her between my legs, I began to lick at the white marks that striped her stomach.
I knew that some women had hang-ups after childbirth about the changes in their bodies, but Daisy had never been more beautiful to me. And I fucking loved her tiger stripes.
Using the tip of my tongue, I traced one upwards and then back down against another one. Shivering, she tangled her fingers into my hair.
"You."
"Then get up on the desk," I ordered. "Lay on it, put your head here." I tapped the edge.
There was something so fucking hot in the way she scrambled to do what I asked her to.
Slowly I stripped, studying her with my eyes as I did so.
"Do you remember the first time I fucked you on a desk?" I asked, sliding my hands over her body and nudging at her mouth with the leaking head of my cock.
She nodded, opening her mouth so I could slide in an inch.
"Then know," I groaned as my cock slid down her throat. With her head hanging over the desk, her mouth and throat were open to me, but it gave me access to her as well.
If she was going to swallow my cock, then I was going to eat her pussy until she screamed. I was only going to fuck her when she’d cum.
Not before. No matter how much she begged.
"That I’m not going to be gentle with you. I am going to fuck you—" The words died on my lips as she sucked. Her cheeks hollowing out and forcing any thoughts right out of my head.
Chuckling, I shook my head. My wife really was playing dirty tonight, but that suited me fine; I could play dirty as well.
I assaulted her pussy with my tongue. Sucking, licking, and nipping until the sound of her ever-increasing moans turned desperate.
Soon, her mouth grew slack, allowing me to plunge in and out of her throat with abandon.
"Ilya!" she screamed.
"That’s right," I slapped my fingers over her clit as hard as I could. "Fucking scream my name, Daisy. Fucking scream my name like I am your god and—"
She came in my mouth. Gushing.
I could do nothing but continue the pleasure on as she squirted for the first time since we had ever been together, and it was the single hottest thing I had ever witnessed.
Our sex life had always been good, but I had never made her lose control like that before, and it was enough to drive me wild.
Sliding my cock from her lips, I flipped her, pushing her head down so her cheek now rested against my ruined paperwork.
"I don’t want to hurt you," I whispered, coating the already soaked head of my cock in her juices. "I’m going to try and be—"
She cut me off, her ass bobbing back against me. "Hurt me, Ilya. Make it hurt just a little bit."
The head of my cock slipped inside, instantly suffocating in her wet tightness.
"Fuck." Hands closing around her hips, I forced myself to sink into her slowly.
Head back and eyes closed. "Fuck, how are you so tight?
" Rearing backwards, I slammed back into her.
All thoughts of trying to be gentle gone as I fucked my wife into submission.
Just the way she liked it.