“Fuck, Daze…” I breathed out hoarsely, watching her blush spread lower on her chest, toward her nipples that tightened under my gaze. I definitely wasn’t trying to hide the way I wanted her, but now, I couldn’t stop myself from stroking my cock through my jeans. She was a goddess, the way her skin glowed. The sight of her could bring me to my knees.
“Don’t stop.”
She hooked her fingers around her thong and drew the scrap of fabric down her legs just far enough to let it fall to the floor. She straightened, her arms wrapped over her stomach, and my heart stopped.
“So beautiful,” I murmured and watched how the compliment made her blush deepen and her thighs clamp together.
“Don’t do that,” I growled, and her eyebrows popped up. “I want to see how wet you are for me.” I pinned my stare to her pussy. “Spread yourself for me.”
A tremor ran through her, but her eyes remained locked on my face, sparkling with lust. She reached between her thighs, sliding her feet wider, and then spread herself open to my stare.
I clenched my teeth so hard, I was surprised something didn’t crack, and then adjusted myself for the millionth time. To see her like this—or kneeling in the grass or spread open on my bathroom counter—was pure torture, but to know she wanted to be tortured too was nothing short of heaven.
“You’re so fucking wet and perfect,” I told her, knowing she couldn’t see herself, and for some reason, that made it even hotter to tell her. “Feel how soaked you are for me.” My chin jerked, and without hesitation, she slid a finger through her pussy. “So needy for your husband’s cock.”
“Max,” my name trembled from her lips, and I watched her knees quake.
“That’s it. Stroke that clit.”
She was so swollen, it didn’t take more than one swipe of her fingers to send her into a shudder, her eyes rolling back in her head.
“Stop,” I clipped.
She stilled and whimpered, “But?—”
“Not yet, my little wife. Tonight, you only come to my touch,” I promised, my body on fire with just how turned on she was from sucking my cock. “Now, get in the tub.” I stepped aside, offering her my arm to hold on to as she climbed into the steaming water.
“This is…amazing,” she hummed, sinking deep into the heat, her head falling back along the edge.
I moved to crouch behind her, taking the washcloth I’d draped over the edge in my hand and murmured, “Just wait.”
She inhaled sharply, trying to turn to look at me.
“Let me,” I said softly, extending my arm over her shoulder so she had nowhere to turn.
I dipped the washcloth in the water and then grabbed the bottle of body wash I’d set next to the tub, squirting a good amount onto it. Reaching my arms around her, I sudsed it where she could see.
“Let’s clean you up.”
Starting with her neck, I gently washed the slender column and then over her collarbones, teasing lower. And lower.
“Max.” She shuddered and tipped her head back against my shoulder, giving me a full view of her straining tits just under the surface.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”
Daisy gasped as I closed one hand over her breast.
“Perfect.” I reveled in the feel of her. The soft, heavy weight as it spilled from my fingers, the tight bud of her nipple pressing into my palm. Latching my teeth to the side of her neck, I nipped and licked the patch of skin as my fingers teased her breast in tandem. Pinching and rolling, pulling and flicking. It didn’t take minutes before she was arching into me, begging for more.
“Please, Max.”
I’ve dreamed of hearing her beg for me, and I don’t think I’ll ever stop.
I gave her breast another squeeze and rolled the tight peak under my thumb once more, hearing the water groan as she arched into me. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes,” she moaned, and so I did it again, her body arching more sharply.
“So sensitive,” I muttered, shoving the knowledge—and a different fantasy—to the back of my mind to play out another day. Right now, I wasn’t going to survive much longer if I didn’t get inside her. “Bend your knees.”
