It’s almost too much to have her beg while I lick my lips, her cum coating my beard. My hands are a platter under her ass and around her fleshy hips. My dick throbs angrily, lodging a complaint against my hesitation.
Down, boy.
I don’t want to come yet. We’re just getting started.
I look at the living room in frustration. Ornaments and wreaths are on every soft surface. The dining table is too rough for her back once I’m on top of her. The only free spot is in front of the fireplace, but even there the Christmas lights are unrolled, ready for the tree.
I grin, an idea forming.
She squeals when I lift her with one hand and sidestep the ornaments on the floor, snaking a path to the fireplace. With my other hand, I tap on my phone screen to shut off all the overhead lights. We’re illuminated by the fading dusk outside, the glow of the fireplace, and the Christmas lights on the floor.
“Grab the blanket,” I tell her as we walk by her favorite reading chair.
When I finally place her on her feet, I lay out the thick blanket on the floor. Sabrina doesn’t need any more instructions. She kneels on the thick fabric and tugs at my sweatpants.
That wasn’t part of the plan, but who am I to deny my wife her needs?
She hums and moans while working on my tip. Then, like a wet dream, Sabrina bobs her head up and down, taking more of me with each plunge. She does this mind-blowing figure eight thing with her tongue on the tender underside of my arousal, all while handling my balls.
“Enough,” I say.
She retreats, only to deliver a sassy grin. “I don’t think so.”
Sabrina dives back in, hollowing her cheeks with blissful suction as she engulfs my cock in wet heat. My mind blanks out for a moment, but then I grab her hair to stop her.
“I said stop and get on your back.”
She raises a brow while stroking my wet cock. “Who’s gonna make me?”
A lust-filled grunt claws up my throat.
The only thing that can make Sabrina’s submission hotter is when she starts off as a brat.
I step back and pull my sweatpants over my cock, denying her access. It’s an obscene sight, this rod under gray fabric.
My wife looks up at me with an exaggerated pout, her lips red from the effort of taking me and her shoulders pulled back in defiance.
She’s so fucking sexy.
“Lie on your back and open your legs.” My voice is stern. I like being in control.
Sabrina takes me right at the edge of losing control. She shakes her head to play this sexy game. Coy resistance is her way of challenging me.
I kneel in front of her to find her brown eyes blown to black, fully dilated. Her breasts quiver as her breathing turns fast and shallow.
And yet, as turned on as she is, Sabrina refuses to lie down.
I guess I’ll just have to get more creative, won’t I?
Reaching over, I run a light finger between her legs, teasing her inner thighs until I graze her soaked cunt.
“This wet pussy wants you to lie down, baby. But you’re too much of a brat to do what you’re told, aren’t you?”
Sabrina whines and moves her hips, seeking more pressure from my hand. I cup her mound but withhold my fingers.
“Dex, I’m so close again.”
“I know,” I state plainly, though my chest expands with a mix of affection and lust.
