“Is that so? Well then, maybe it's time I finally take care of you.” One of my hands stays firm on her chest, holding her in place, while the other trails all the way down to her core. My index finger dips into her pussy, gathering her wetness, and using it to coat her clit. Fucking, hell. Soaked. She was already soaked, and I’ve barely touched her. Pride fills my chest. Zahra bucksher hips, trying to sink herself deeper onto my fingers when I pull away completely, bringing my fingers to my mouth and tasting her sweetness. “Fuck, you taste so good.”
“D-Declan. I need more,” she begs.
“Do you now?” This time, I add two extra fingers, teasing her pussy more and more. My thumb finally makes contact with her clit, and I watch her in the mirror, trying to figure out how exactly she likes it. Circles don’t seem to do much for her, neither does moving too fast, but a hard and slow up and down motion has her writhing on top of me—moans filling the room.
“Oh fuck, baby. Just like that. Yes, Declan, yes.” She grabs my thighs, propping herself up so she can grind her hips on my hand. Her eyes fall shut, to my immediate irritation, and I pull my hand away.
Zahra groans in frustration, glaring at me through the mirror. “Why the hell did you stop?”
“Because you weren’t watching me. Watchingus,” I correct, moving my hand from her chest and cupping her chin. “This mirror is here for a reason, love. I want your eyes on us the whole time. I want you to watch the way I’m playing with your cunt while you ride my fingers. Is that understood?” My tone shifts, demanding, as I let my full Dom side out. Dammit. I hope I haven’t pushed her too far. My stomach twists as I wait for her to call this off, but she doesn’t.
Instead, she just looks at me in the mirror and says, “I’m sorry. I’m still learning. Can we try again?”
I slide my fingers deep inside her in an instant, searching for that one spot that will make her scream, hot blood rushing through my body when I find it. My thumb moves to her clit as I rub against her G-spot, and she grabs my hand, holding it in place. Her wedding ring shines in the mirror, and seeing my claim on her drives me completely feral. “Look at my sweetwife fucking my fingers. You’re so damn wet, love. This pussy was made for me. Made for my fingers. My tongue. My cock. God, I can’t wait to feel you squeezed around me.”
“Yes, Declan, yes,” she moans, leaning her head back into my shoulder…and shutting her eyes.
I halt all of my movements again, though I leave my fingers buried inside her.
“Dammit, not again,” Zahra whispers to herself.
“You know the rules,” I scold, “or do I need to remind you?”
She shakes her head, eyes glossy and wide. “No. I was supposed to look at us in the mirror and I closed my eyes. It was my fault. I deserve to be denied,” Zahra pants, desperate.
I feel the precum leaking from my cock. Dammit. She really is the most perfect human in the whole world, and somehow she’s all mine. I press a kiss to her forehead. “Are you sure you’re okay? I know you haven’t used your safe word yet, but we’ve also never done this before. We can stop whenever you want. I promise I’ll make you come no matter what.”
The smile on her face makes my heart stop. “I’m alright. Better than alright. I’ve been on the verge of an orgasm at least three times now, which feels nothing short of a miracle. We could stop here and I’d be fully content.”
A rush of rage fills my chest toward every past man she’s been with. Not only because they got to touch what’s mine, but because they were so incompetent that the action of mealmostmaking her come was worthy of praise. “I thought I made myself clear. I’m not stopping until I’ve made you come. Over and over again.”
Angling her head back toward the mirror, my fingers start toying with her again. The pants and moans coming from her are so obscene, I know they’ll be playing in my head forever. I can’t stop the praise falling from my lips as her eyes lock with mine in the mirror. “That’s it, Zahra, that’s it, my good girl.Keep bucking your hips just like that. God, you’re so damn wet. Look at you drenching my fingers. You want to, come, don’t you? I can see it in your eyes. My sweet angel. Use my fingers. Use me. And come. Come right now. Do you hear me? Comenow,” I growl as I feel her pussy tighten around my fingers, signaling her orgasm. “Fuckyes,baby, that’s right.”
Her grip on the back of my head turns painful as she rides out the waves of her after shock. My fingers are back on her clit in an instant, making her squirm against me. “Declan, I can’t. I can’t do it again. It’s too much.”
I refuse to let up. “If you want me to stop, you know what word to use.”
My eyes search hers, waiting for a sign that she really does want me to stop. Instead, she brings my head down to hers and kisses me. Hard. I feel a bolt of electricity shoot down my spine.
The intensity of my strokes pick up in pace, and before I know it, she digs her nails into my forearm as another orgasm hits her again. By the time I build to the third orgasm, tears start to fall from her eyes alongside her words— “Please don’t stop, Declan. Never stop. I need more…more. Fuck that feels good… I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good,” she moans.
I grip my cock through my pants and stroke it hard as she writhes under me. It's only when I’m on the edge of coming myself that I stroke her clit just the way that she likes it and let us both fall over into bliss.
We both take a second to compose ourselves. I grab the blanket draped on the back of the couch and wrap it around her like a cocoon, cradling her into my chest. She’s quiet, but I’m surprised given how much energy we just spent. “Are you alright, my love?”
She gives me a small smile. “Yes. Just exhausted. Thank you.”
“No need to thank me for the orgasms,” I tease, giving her a wink.
Zahra shakes her head. “I wasn’t thanking you for that. Or at least not just that. Thank you for agreeing to pretend. For giving me one night of normalcy.”
My throat dries instantly. Right. Pretend. She’s still deluding herself into thinking that’s all that’s happening between us. A part of me wants to set the record straight, but the rational side of me knows this isn’t the time. She’s already had her fair share of vulnerable moments tonight. If I push her too hard, she’ll shut me out forever. So instead, I let it be, choosing to savor the rest of the night.
PART THREE
SYNERGY
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