“Tell me more,” she begged.
“I’m going to fuck you night and day now that I know how perfectly you fit my dick.”
“Yes,” she gasped. “What else?”
It wasn’t hard to come up with dirty thoughts about my wife. I had them all day long. What was difficult was trying to come up with a PG version of my fantasies so I didn’t shock her.
“I want to take you from behind, bent over the kitchen counter, with your arms behind your back while I slowly fuck you to orgasm.”
“Yes,” she cried. “Oh, yes.”
I could feel my nuts tighten and rise in anticipation of me blowing my load. I was sweating hard as I held myself back.
“I want you naked on your hands and knees, sucking me off.”
“I want that too,” she moaned. “What else do you want to do to your fuck doll?”
“I want to tie you up so I can control you. I want to use my fingers, my tongue and my cock to control your pleasure, your orgasms and your body.”
My words pushed her over the edge.
“Axel,” she cried out as she thrashed and shuddered through another intense orgasm.
I let out a roar as I came undone, shuddering hard as I streamed my release deep inside of her.
I crushed her to me, holding her limp body tight to mine, while my still buried cock twitched inside of her.
“Oh my god,” she whimpered against my neck.
“Are you okay?” I fought to catch my breath.
I hadn’t gone slow.
I hadn’t been gentle.
I had been myself.
She pulled back her head and gave me a breathless smile. “And to think we have all night.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
MILA
I woke up and,with my eyes shut, stretched my body, feeling more than stiff. I became aware of two things at once. I was completely naked, and I wasn’t alone.
I opened my eyes to the dim morning light that poked through the heavy curtains. In a chair next to the bed sat Axel.
He was dressed in a beautiful navy suit and his hair was damp from a shower. He hadn’t shaved, though, and he had a healthy five o’clock shadow that gave him an austere, mysterious vibe.
He had his phone in his hand, but he wasn’t looking at it. Instead, he was sitting and watching me without expression.
I gave him a sleepy smile. “You know it’s creepy to watch people sleep.”
“It’s even creepier to look like you’re not alive when you’re deep asleep.” He leaned over and gave me a kiss.
“What time is it?” I murmured when he pulled back.
“Just after seven.”
