“With the world you were born into, yes it does.”
“And it doesn’t bother you?”
“Does it bother you?”
Those beautiful browns narrowed. “My opinion doesn’t matter.”
I could see the conflict, even though she attempted to remain neutral.
“You’re my wife. Your opinion of me matters.” I pinched her chin and brought her face close to mine.
“I’m not your real wife.”
I smirked. “The orgasms I graciously provided were very real.”
Cia shifted on my lap. The warmth of her pussy pressed firmly against my very hard dick. “They were real but sex doesn’t equate to marriage.”
“In our situation, it does. That was our deal. Marriage in name and my bed. According to our terms, you are my very real wife, Little Flame. Unless you plan on reneging on our deal?”
She chewed the corner of her lip and smiled softly when she released it. “No, I’m not reneging.” She smirked mischievously. “You’re a much better option than Warren, so I might as well ride this out.”
Or ride me…
I chuckled, gripping her neck to bring Cia in for a kiss. “Might as well.”
She shifted her hips, rocking forward so she was positioned directly on my dick. “Well, just in case you’re not clear, your wife loves Christmas so you’ll have to indulge me.”
Cia grinned deviously and I slipped one hand beneath the robe between her thighs and used the other to palm her breast, massaging a little before focusing my attention on her nipple, pinching hard.
“Then I suppose it’s only right that I hand over the proper gift.”
I reached between her thighs and stroked her slick, warm pussy, fully prepared to initiate another round, but she surprised me when her fingers dipped into my briefs, firmly grasped my dick, and tugged it free.
“Or… I could give you the proper gift.” Cia smiled seductively and I leaned back, deciding to allow her the space to take charge. I welcomed the idea of my wife being sexually assertive. She stroked me a few times then lifted enough to guide me inside.
Fuck me.
My eyes narrowed on the point of our connection, watching my dick slide into her pussy. I was so damn hard I didn’t know how long I would survive. Her slick, tight walls stretched to accommodate me and Cia groaned her approval while I placed my hands at her waist to help guide her down.
Once I was fully seated, she gasped, inhaling to fill her lungs completely then exhaling slowly. Her lids fluttered, but then a smile surfaced, pulling one from me. I yanked her robe open and pressed my palms to her stomach, slowly guiding them up her ribs until I reached her breasts. One hand pinched her left nipple, the other continued north until I reached her neck. I grazed the pads of my fingers over the length of it before my fingers tightened firmly and I jutted my hips upward.
Cia moaned again, this time I felt it vibrate from her throat and she slowly began to move. The careful circular motionforced her to sink deeper and it felt so fucking amazing that my ability to let her lead no longer existed. My hands were at her hips and I lifted my wife, bringing her back down so forcefully that my dick slid in deeper. Her walls pulsated and gripped around me until I lifted her again, only to meet her midway with a firm thrust when I brought her down.
“This was my present not yours,” she hummed and narrowed her hooded eyes before rolling her hips more aggressively.
“I’m impatient,” I admitted. She smiled, moving faster, rocking harder while I met her motion by thrusting up. My hands moved again—one at her throat, the other between her thighs. I pulled her forward, pushing my tongue into her mouth, and working her clit with the same intensity.
My body tightened and my dick pulsed, preparing for a release while Cia sucked on my tongue, grinding frantically against me, chasing her high.
“Fuck me, Little Flame,hard…” I demanded and she did. She bounced on my dick with her lips parted, eyes locked on mine while her body trembled uncontrollably. She tried her best to wait me out but failed miserably. I smirked, watching her struggle to hold herself together as she moved up and down my dick until she lost the fight. The orgasm pushed through her.
The beauty of her release was just what I needed to cross the finish line. I gripped her neck firmly, bringing her mouth back to mine and kissing her while I exploded. After a few minutes she pulled away, sucked in a deep inhale, and dropped on my shoulder completely spent. I caressed her back, working the last bit of tension from her body, knowing I could never get enough of this woman.
How in the fuck was I going to survive CianaBarrettwithout losing every bit of myself?
The answer was simple…
I wouldn’t.
