Chapter Twenty-Nine #2
I pull it from my pocket and take her hand in mine, carefully wiping it. There's a heavy sigh from Jessica and we both glance at her.
"Sorry," she says. "That move was too romantic and my heart fluttered.
Which means my heart murmur is acting up again or I need to schedule in some time to find a boyfriend.
The ceremony was perfect." She squeezes Iris's hand, knowing better than to touch me.
"I'm very proud. Well, Your Honor, I'll leave you two alone.
We have a mountain of work ahead of us, so enjoy yourselves while you can. "
Iris chuckles, surprising her with a hug. "You go get that boyfriend! You deserve a little worship and many nice dinners."
"And a lot of orgasms," Jessica mutters, and they both crack up.
"What did you do to my Chief of Staff?" I ask, watching her hasty exit.
Iris runs her hand up my sleeve, squeezing my bicep lightly. "A girl has needs, Andrey. You have to respect that. Even a high-powered queen like Jessica needs more than caffeine and vitamin smoothies to get through the day."
"I bow to your superior knowledge," I say, kissing her cheek. "You should join me in my judge's chambers. There's a few things we need to wrap up."
She glances around quickly, as if expecting someone to be overhearing us. "Is that a proposition, sir? I'll have you know that my husband is a Supreme Court Justice!" I take her hand and pull her into the hallway leading to my office before anyone else can stop us.
My steps speed up and it's possible my little wife might be trotting in her high heels to keep up. When I close the heavy oak door to my office and shut us inside, I slam her against it, lightly gripping her throat. Her rabbity pulse is from more than just a brisk walk down the hallway.
Putting one hand on the wall by her head, I press myself against her, enjoying the feel of her warm little body, her soft breath against my skin.
Iris looks up, eyes wide, her hand against my chest. Her fingers spread over my shirt, tracing the line of muscle underneath.
I don't think she's aware of what she's doing.
"Do you know why I was grateful for my judge's robes?" My tone is dark and she reacts to it. Her hand tightens against my chest.
"Why?" Her tone is breathy.
"Because when you stood there, so demure in this pretty lavender dress…" I run my knuckles over the soft skin of her breast. "I got hard. My fucking erection wouldn't go down."
"Well, that's lucky about the robes, then," she offers.
"I can't go outside." Running my tongue along her jawline, I enjoy her shiver. "Not like this."
Improbably, she bursts into giggles, holding her hand over her mouth. "I can just see the picture in the legal section of the New York Times." She's giggling harder, turning pink. "Hell, with a monster erection like yours, that would probably merit the front page."
My hand moves back to her throat, holding her still, squeezing just slightly. "Are you going to help me with this?"
She cups my cock without hesitation, squeezing it through my suit pants.
My forehead dips to press against hers. It's maddening to feel this needy, how my hips push against her hand.
Squeezing me tighter, she kisses the corner of my jaw.
"Your Honor, I would love to help you with this little- well, actually, this giant problem. "
With awkward fingers she gets my belt open and unzips my fly. Arching her chin, she pushes against my hand on her throat and slides down the wall, kneeling gracefully as she pulls my cock free.
"Eyes on mine," I order her, voice raspy.
The veins in my cock are swollen, roping over the reddened surface, the tip is thick and already dripping.
Leaning forward, she holds my gaze as she opens her mouth and slips the head inside, her plush lips closing over it.
A groan escapes me and I rub my thumb over the bulge my cock makes against her cheek.
There's nothing hotter than my wife making it clear to me that she loves sucking me off as much as the delight I take in licking her into an orgasm.
It took her a long time to take me without choking, but she is never one to back down from a challenge.
Sucking hard, she pulls more of me into her mouth, my sensitive tip rubbing against the back of her mouth until she arches back and my cock slips down her throat.
"Fuuuuck," I groan, my hips jerking forward. She somehow smiles around my cock while sucking harder, her tongue swirling against the sensitive underside.
I can't come this fast. Not like I'm a desperate fourteen-year-old.
Her other hand slides around to my taut ass and squeezes, fingers digging into the muscle, her fingernails not quite scratching me but close.
She pushes against my ass and it's clear what she wants.
With a growl, I thrust and pull back, feeling her throat clench against my shaft and I'm blind.
I can't hear or speak. I just push, back and forth, feeling her spit drip down her chin and smear against my balls.
"I'm going to come," I groan but as always, she sucks harder as I erupt down her throat.
My fist slams against the door, every nerve on fire, my cock spurting, my knees weak and I have never come so hard.
My memory's scrambled. The triumph of today was everything I'd worked for. A peak moment. I was wrong, though.
Nothing could ever feel better than this.