“Oh my god,” she whimpered, as my skillful fingers worked their magic.
I teased her until her body was searching for its own release. Her back arched further, tightening against my grip in her hair, and her thighs shook uncontrollably. But her hips rhythmically rode my fingers with abandon.
“Don’t stop.” Her moan was breathless.
I wasn’t sure I could if I tried. But I didn’t relent. I dropped her hair and used that hand smack her butt. Hard enough to sting but not enough to hurt.
Her entire body quivered.
I moved my fingers faster and timed the movement with another hard smack on her other butt cheek.
Her second orgasm was cataclysmic. She released a long, piercing wail of shattered pleasure, and then her body stiffened and shuddered in uncontrolled waves. I slowly pulled my fingers out of her wet perfection, and she almost comically collapsed on the ottoman and rolled to her side so she could look at me.
She was panting for oxygen.
I should stop.
I worked to find some shred of control and walk away from her before it was too late, but instead I stood, staring down at her. She was spent and dazed, but she also was staring up at me with both trust and desire in her expression.
“Do you want more?” My voice sounded harsh to my own ears.
“Yes.” Her eyes were glued to my face.
“Can you handle more?” I asked in a warning tone, but my fingers were already undoing the buttons of my dress shirt and I made fast work of stripping it off.
“Yes.”
I pushed my clothes down off my legs. Her eyes widened when they landed on my dick, which was engorged past the point of pain.
I had never wanted to fuck more in my life.
“Get on your back,” I bossed her again.
She obediently rolled over onto her back. She looked absolutely gorgeous with her hair spilling around her, her bra covering nothing but still cupping her breasts like they were putting them on display. Her knees were bent, and her heels were now on the floor. She looked wanton, pouty, like pure sex.
I had no idea how I was going to control myself and take it slow with her.
I looked down at her as I slowly stroked my dick. “Spread your legs for me.”
She dug her heels into the rug and then deliberately parted her naked legs until she was spread wide open to me.
“Play with your nipples.” My voice was so hoarse I barely recognized it.
She held eye contact with me as she slowly cupped her lush breasts and then teased her hard nipples. Her hips gave little involuntary jerks when she pinched or pulled at them.
I dropped to my knees between her legs and smoothed my hands down the length of her thighs, pushing her open wider.
She watched me with partially closed eyes while her fingers continued to play.
My nut sack hung heavy, and my cock bobbed while I studied the perfection of her pussy. I wasn’t sure I had ever seen anything more erotic in my life than my young wife, naked and open to me. I reached up so my thumb could lazily circle her clit. I spent time playing with it, circling and teasing until she bucked her hips in wild, uncontrolled little jerks. I waited until her eyes were once again glazed with arousal and her breath was uneven.
Then I lifted my thumb and watched as her heavy eyes opened. “Don’t stop.”
I slowly slid my fingers inside her swollen flesh, curling my fingers up. I could feel her inner pleasure point, swollen and full.
I used my fingers to rub her exactly there, with both speed and friction.
Her eyes widened in shock and then her hips began jerking against my hand.
