“I’m going to let you think about your answer.” His tongue swept across his beautiful full lips, making sure he’d captured every drop of me.
He was completely naked, every muscle on his perfectly chiseled body glistening in the candlelight I’d spent a half hour lighting before he got home from work. My parents had the boys for the weekend and I didn’t want to waste a moment of our alone time, but in no way had I ever thought this was how our night would turn out.
“You can’t leave me like this,” I pleaded, but I knew the man was just as stubborn as I was, so I was basically screwed. “Come on. We’re alone for the first time in months, and you’re going to just walk out?”
James let out a vicious laugh. “You want this, baby?” He wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping it roughly.
I inhaled and closed my eyes, choking down the scream that so badly wanted to break loose along with a million ways to tell him to go fuck himself. “I want to come, sweetie.” My voice was anything but sweet as I said the words.
He gripped his cock harder, moaning and putting on a show for me.
My gaze dipped to his cock. “You wouldn’t dare.”
He arched an eyebrow and accepted my challenge, pumping so fast that I could almost feel him thrusting into me. He placed his feet shoulder-width apart and tipped his head back, giving me an unobstructed view as he jacked himself off.
My pussy throbbed with each thrust, and I silently cursed him for making me watch. I couldn’t help but feel the wetness between my legs start to run down my ass crack. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to quell the ache, but it was futile. What I needed wouldn’t be fixed without his touch.
James stepped closer, and I licked my lips. “You want this cock?”
I didn’t dare speak. I couldn’t. The only thing I wanted to say was yes and then beg him to fuck me, to finish me off and give me the relief I so badly needed. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of letting him know how desperately I wanted to get off. He knew, though. The bastard always did. But I wasn’t going to say the words.
I didn’t beg.
It wasn’t in my nature, even when it came to my husband.
“It’s so hard, Izzy.”
Man, he was pulling out the asshole card…big-time.
He smirked and moved closer, almost within kicking range. “You want me to fuck that beautiful cunt of yours?”
His hand stroked faster as I lay there helpless and panting. I shook my head and bit down on my lip to keep myself quiet. The dull ache between my legs turned almost painful, and I was unable to escape.
All day I’d worked myself up, planning for a night of crazy sex with him, like we used to have before the kids started growing up and work took over our lives.
Private nights alone didn’t happen often enough anymore, and now he was going to waste it taunting me until I gave in to him.
The bed dipped, and I thought I had been victorious as he climbed between my legs. In my mind, I was already doing the victory lap and waving the checkered flag, but my celebration didn’t last long.
“You know I don’t need pretty things like this.” He kneeled before me, pumping his cock with one hand, and tangled his fingers in the waistband of my panties. I’d bought them special for tonight, thinking I needed to spice up our sex life, even though James preferred me naked. “I want what’s underneath.” Before I could protest, he ripped the material from my body and tossed the shards to the floor.
“Take it,” I said. My voice was laced with so much need and want that I sounded pathetic even to myself. No one, and I mean no one, got to me like he did. Maybe that’s why I married him. God knew, it wasn’t because of his manners. The man was a beast in the sack and the best verbal sparring partner I’d ever had.
He leaned forward, placing his mouth over my clit.Sweet Jesus.Right there. It was like the clouds had parted on a rainy day and the sun shone down, bathing me in warmth. I pushed the back of my head into the pillow, closing my eyes and thrusting my cunt into his face. Just a little more. I needed more of him. A flick of the tongue. The tease of his teeth. Something to push me over the edge and to ignite the slow burn that was overtaking my ability to think or speak.
My entire body was on fire, needing the release so badly that he’d denied me minutes earlier. His tongue swiped against my clit, and my entire body quaked with pleasure.Right there. Oh God. Right there.I moaned, unable to hold it in, thankful for the brilliant moves his tongue made against my pussy.
I’m so close…fuck. So close.My muscles were strained and my breathing was erratic and I started to sweat. My toes curled, the sign that it was about to happen—that I was about to have an orgasm that would tear me apart and send me into the best post-sex blackout of my life.
“Yes!” I chanted. “Yes.”
Then nothing.
My eyes flew open just as he leaped off the bed in one quick move, like an Olympic gymnast going for the gold in the bullshit pommel horse event.
“James.” He was lucky I was tied up because I would’ve ripped his cock right off out of anger and frustration and let him watch me fuck myself with it.
He licked his lips, wiping them clean of my wetness again. “I’m going to go get something to drink. I’m feeling parched.” He gave me a mischievous smile. “You relax for a little bit.”
