My voice is so hoarse with lust, I don’t sound human.
“And there’s nothing normal about what I want to say.”
Her eyes roam my face. Sabrina’s body sways, as if she isn’t on steady ground.
“Say it,” she rasps.
I close our distance and get a whiff of the lavender aroma of her night lotion. My gaze greedily devours her smooth skin and fluttering eyes, her shapely hips and grabbable ass. And when her arms slip down, I get a glimpse of her puckered nipples pushing against the sheer fabric of the bra.
“Turn around,” I order.
As if in a trance, she faces the mirror.
Sabrina staring back at me with undiluted lust feels like I’m in the middle of an erotic dream. There’s something surreal about watching ourselves through the mirror. Somehow, watching our reflections instead of directly looking at each other changes everything.
I’m done holding back.
Nothing short of an apocalypse or Sabrina’s outright rejection will stop me from living out this fantasy.
I graze my fingers over her upper arm, watching a trail of tiny hairs chase the path of my touch. Her other arm gets equal attention. Sabrina shivers through an unsteady inhale. She flicks her hair back, exposing the delicate lines of collarbones and the plumpness of breasts pushed up by her crossed arms.
I step closer, letting my erection graze her lower back.
“Every time we kiss, I tell myself it’s the last time,” I whisper into her ear. “You signed up for a husband, Sabrina, not a lover. That’s what I’ve been telling myself because I keep forgetting. The more I’m with you, the harder it is to remember why we shouldn’t be kissing every fucking day and all damn night.”
In the mirror, we continue to stare at each other. My voice is ground in glass.
“I don’t want you to think any part of our arrangement is connected to how much I want you. Do you understand? Me wanting you, craving you, that is entirely separate from helping my best friend.”
“I know, Dex. I know you would never expect that from me. Which is why I, um, oh that feels good,” she gasps as if astounded. “God, why does that feel so good? This is a mistake, isn’t it?”
I don’t answer because this feels like a dream, not a mistake.
“Then why does it feel so fucking good?” she mumbles.
“Good?” I chuckle at the inadequacy of the word. “Good isn’t even close, Sabrina. If we’re about to make a mistake, I promise you it’ll be worth it.”
Her breath hitches and eyes widen. I lower my head in order to graze my lips against her neck, never once unlocking our intense gaze.
“When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to think about tonight without touching yourself. Just remembering my tongue inside your pussy will make you come. And if you let me sink this hard cock into your beautiful body, I’ll fill you in all the ways you need to be pleasured.”
Everything I had been holding back bursts out of me.
Sabrina should probably slap me across the face for saying the unthinkable.
But she doesn’t slap me.
Instead, my wife turns around and uncrosses her arms, giving me an unobstructed view of her quivering breasts. Her diamond-hard nipples beg to be sucked till they rip through the fabric.
“I want you, Dex,” she whimpers desperately. “Whether or not it’s a mistake, I want you.”
Her words crash through all the barriers of friendship like a bulldozer tearing down a wall. I walk over the rubble and press her closer.
“Are you ready, Sabrina? Are you ready for the best mistake we’ll ever make?”
Chapter 7
Sabrina
