“Is he always this bossy?” she asks me over her shoulder, as Cas leads her to the bedroom, her hand in his.
“Yes. But trust me, by the end of the night, you’ll be begging him to tell you what to do.” I run my eyes over the soft curve of her ass in her cute little dress. I put my hand on the small of her back to encourage her to walk faster. I need her naked. Now.
“Begging isn’t really my style,” she says.
Cas stops with Caroline in front of our bed. He tugs down the zipper on the side of her dress and eyes me over her shoulder. “That sounds like a challenge, Husband. Doesn’t it?”
“It sure does,” I agree, stepping in behind Caroline as Cas kisses her.
I knead her ass greedily, crowding her so that I can watch their mouths moving together and hear the hitch of Caroline’s breath as Cas forces her lips to part with the tip of his tongue. He’s commanding, invading, and she’s responding eagerly to him, in the same way I always do. Cas is a force.
He pulls you in, magnetically, and holds you there with his will.
In the past, I’ve enjoyed seeing him kiss other women, seeing the way they respond to him with trembling sighs and eager leans, but this is more than that. Watching the love of my life and my first love connect with such passion is incredible and I want more. I want to see their bare skin. I want to see their hands stroking each other in pleasure. I want to see them sucking and fucking each other.
But Cas promised me her pussy first and I want to taste her again for the first time in a decade. And show her my skills have improved with age.
I turn her head, breaking their kiss and take one of my own, her chin in my hand. She kisses me back eagerly, gripping my belt for balance. Then she breaks away and groans. “Why do we all still have clothes on?”
That makes me chuckle. “You were never known for your patience.”
I step back so Cas can lift her dress up and over her shoulders. He lifts it to his nose and inhales her scent as I strip down to my boxer briefs.
Then Cas says, “On the bed, sweet Caroline.”
She obeys without a word.
“That’s it,” I tell her. “You’re ready to be worshipped, aren’t you?”
“I can’t think of anything that sounds better.”
Cas tugs down the little scrap of cotton covering her pussy and spreads her thighs wide. “For you, James. I know how much you want to taste Caroline again.”
“I really fucking do,” I breathe, gripping my cock tightly for a brief squeeze, then moving in between her legs.
Caroline is lying there, open for me, her hair tumbling across our bed, watching me with hooded eyes. She’s lazily stroking her fingers along the front of Cas’s pants, where his cock is hard and prominent. He undoes his button and zipper and pulls out his cock. Her eyes widen.
“Impressive, isn’t it?” I chuckle.
“God, yes,” she breathes. Her fingers dance lightly over his smooth skin, causing his cock to jump as he hardens even more.
“Wait until he’s buried inside you.”
“I’m tired of waiting.” She lifts her hips in a blatant offering.
“Does that qualify as begging?” I ask Cas as I run my palms over her knees, then her thighs, edging closer and closer to her center.
“No,” she says, not giving him time to respond. “Not even close.”
“Hmm, I think she’s right,” Cas says easily. “That’s still firmly impatient, but not begging.”
“Then let’s change that.” I bury my head between her thighs and brush light kisses over her bare skin, up and down, skirting her pussy and across her pelvis, flicking my tongue very, very close to her clit but avoiding it.
She grips my hair, hard, and tries to guide me.
I resist, wanting the tease, and when she starts to rock her hips, seeking my tongue, I hold her down on the mattress tightly.
“James,” she says, threateningly. “Stop it.”
