I kiss him then because I love him, and I want him to never forget it.
I put all the proof that he doesn’t need into that kiss.
Chapter 60
Alfred
“Are you sure?” I ask.
My wife is splayed on my new desk completely bare, her arse turned up towards me.
“Yes,” she says, her tone clearly irritated. “Do you think I got myself into this position by accident?”
It is evening—and after we returned from Willoughby’s, we dined and washed and rested. I held her while she cried once more. And then when we were sitting on the sofa, she began to kiss me.
And we have ended up here.
“No,” I say, with a chuckle, remembering how she writhed against me.
I already made her come once with my fingers.
And that would be enough for me.
To know that she is feeling well enough to accept any pleasure.
“Then do as I ask.”
Before, when we lay on the sofa, she explained to me that her desire had become unpredictable. That shesuspected it would continue this way for her pregnancy. That it could be there one moment and gone the next.
I want to make sure that it is still here.
But right now she is being very clear.
And I want her so badly that seed leaks from my cock and onto the carpet at the sight of her bared for me in such a way.
“If you wish.”
“I very much wish. Please, Alfred.”
I cannot be expected to abstain any further.
I approach the desk and place my hands on her hips.
She moans at that alone.
I drag my bare cock along the crest of her arse. A shiver of pleasure runs through me so deep and hot that I almost come.
But I am more practiced now.
And I don’t want this to end. Not yet.
“Wife,” I say, knowing that speaking calms me. “Do you remember when I first fucked you this way?”
“Yes,” she says. “Do not trifle with me, Alfred.”
I oblige her, putting my cock to her entrance and entering only slightly.
She moans and tries to move back over me—but I still her.
