His fingers, playing at my entrance, then circling up, wet and light, to tease my clit.
I cried out when he slowly slid one finger inside of me. In and out. In and out. Rimming me and teasing me while continuing to stroke my engorged clit with his thumb.
“Spread them wider,” he growled.
I moaned as I stepped apart further, and then cried with pleasure when he pushed a second finger into me, stretching me in a way that heightened all my sensations.
I felt so wanton, but I couldn’t stop. There was something so feral and openly sexual about how I arched my back against him while my dress was bunched around my waist. I was unsteady on heels, with my legs spread wide open to him while his fingers were buried deep inside of me. I had never felt more feminine or more free.
“I’ve been hard since the moment I saw you in this little dress. You’re my perfect little fuck doll, aren’t you?”
That pushed me over the edge.
My orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave. I arched back on my tippy toes as a guttural sound came out of me and my hips thrust wildly, riding his fingers like a porn star.
My orgasm went on forever until, finally spent, I collapsed against him, my legs shaking so hard I almost couldn’t stand. I was panting with exertion.
His fingers were still buried inside of me, and I cried out softly when he slowly slid them out of my hypersensitive pussy.
“Jesus Christ, I want to fuck you,” he breathed, as he gently pulled my skirt back down over my trembling legs.
Then he turned me around in his arms.
He looked over my flushed face, searching for something. Almost as if to gauge how I was doing.
I stared at him through the haze of my orgasm.
“If you keep teasing me,” he said with intense frustration, “I will end up fucking you.”
“I’m not teasing you,” I managed to say.
“I’m short on control, Mila. So I advise you to go to your room.”
I wanted to tell him that I wasn’t some child he could send to bed, but the look on his face kept me quiet. There was an intensity to his gaze that both thrilled and terrified me. He was telling me that if I pushed him further, we’d be consummating our marriage tonight.
I wasn’t sure if that’s what I wanted. So, without saying a word, I backed away from him and then turned and ran up the stairs.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
AXEL
I stoodin the kitchen and listened to the clatter of my wife’s heels as she ran up the stairs.
I brought two fingers to my nose and inhaled the soft, feminine scent she had left behind. It made me feel feral, and my dick was so hard it hurt to move.
I needed a cold shower. I made my way upstairs to my bedroom, peeling my clothes off as I crossed to the attached bathroom. I stepped under the icy water and winced with pain as the cold droplets pelted my burning skin.
It didn’t help. My erection was too far gone. It was so hard it hurt. A noise of relief escaped me when I fisted my cock and started to pump with long, savage strokes. I shut my eyes and remembered Mila thrashing in my arms, her cries growing to a crescendo as I penetrated her with my fingers. Her wet little pussy had clamped down on my fingers, and her hips had bucked. She had been all but begging to be taken.
I wanted to bury myself deep inside of her.
I wanted to come inside of her.
I wanted to take possession of her body and make it mine.
Four hard jerks, and I cried out harshly as I pumped an endless stream of come against the shower wall.
I pressed my forehead against the cold tiles, trying to get my breath, while cold water streamed over my back.
