Her hands drop, as does her jaw. “What? Why would she need a Wand if she’s got you?”
I ignore the accidental present tense in her question. “Iris, let me tell you a secret about marriage: You’re not always going to be in the mood at the same time. It’s totally okay to have stuff like this for those moments when your spouse isn’t feeling the sexy vibes—no pun intended.”
“You’re really okay with me having that?”
I think on it for a moment, then decide not to tell her that I already knew about it. “If that’s your thing, that’s your thing. No judgment, no shame.” I wrap my arms around her and pull her close, pressing my hips to her to remind her that I’m totally down with whatever tonight. “I don’t know about you, but I’m still ready and raring to go.”
She slides her hand between us and cups the bulge in my pants, stroking it with her fingers.
“I can tell.”
Her voice is low and husky, and I guess the Wand is temporarily forgotten.
With one hand on her ass, I let my other hand slide up to her chest. I take the full weight of one breast in it, cupping and squeezing.
She definitely left her bra off when she changed.
“Lie back on the bed.” My voice comes out gruff, and for a second I worry she’ll think I’m ordering her around. “Please, Iris.”
She grins and steps back, lowering herself onto the mattress. She keeps her clothes frustratingly on, but I guess that’s just part of the game. She must want me to undress her as part of the foreplay. Cool. I can get with that.
I decide to put on a little show for her before I rip those annoying clothes off. I unbutton my shirt slowly, one by one, and shrug out of the sleeves. Iris’s eyes widen, and I notice her legs spread just a little bit.
Next comes the jeans. I’m so relieved to unzip them and let my dick spring free. It’s so uncomfortable to have a raging hard-on held back in the stiff denim. I give the shaft a few quick strokes before I step out of the pants, giving Iris an eyeful. She licks her lips, and it reminds me of her fellatio in the theater. I almost nut right then and there at the memory, but I manage to stop myself before I make a mess.
Once I’m naked, I crawl onto the bed, hovering over her. I dip my head and brush my lips against hers. I start soft, wanting to savor this.
“God, Iris, you’re so beautiful. I can’t wait to devour you.”
My hand begins at her waist and slides up, pulling the hem of her shirt with it. Once I’ve exposed her breasts, I lower myself and tend to the perky mounds, licking and kissing each one before covering a nipple with my mouth and sucking at the hard little bud. Iris arches her back and buries her hands in my hair, holding me to her. A soft moan escapes her lips, such an enticing sound, and I moan in kind.
While I make out with her tit, I reach down with my other hand and toy with the waistband of her leggings. First, I run my fingers along the inside of the elastic band, stroking her taut stomach. Then, I gently tug until one curvy hip is bare. I kiss my way down her stomach to the hip, pulling the pants farther down as I go. I kiss first one hip, then the other, then I press my lips to the coarse patch of hair between her legs. Iris shudders, and the grip on my hair gets tighter.
“You’d better hold on, baby. It’s gonna be a wild ride.” I wink up at her before going back to the task at hand.
My tongue flits out and licks the sensitive clit as my fingers glide up the inside of her bare thigh. Iris gasps, and I give her a second to recover before slowly pushing a finger between her lips. She’s already soaking wet, and I ease in another finger before I start pumping into her.
“Oh, God, Micah!” She writhes and lifts her hips to my face. “Don’t stop.”
As if I had any intention of stopping! At least not before she comes. I want her to explode on my tongue, to shatter and scream.
I redouble my efforts, alternating slow, languid licking with gentle thrusting of my fingers. I glance up to see her reaction, to see the look on her face, but her back is arched so far I can’t see more than the swell of her breasts lifted in the air.
It’s been so long since I’ve done this—long before Lisa died. After Hailey was born, sex became more infrequent and mundane. Lisa was always tired, always going to bed early after putting Hailey to sleep. Not that the love wasn’t there, but the romance … that had long since faded. Hailey was just getting old enough that we might have been able to rekindle the flames, but …
No. I can’t drift back to thoughts of Lisa. Not when I have a woman here and now that needs my undivided attention.
The sounds coming from Iris are absolute heaven. She’s moaning and groaning and mewling and whimpering, and it’s all so fucking musical. Like an orchestra of orgasmic exclamations. I throw in a few grunts and moans of my own, but nothing I can do compares to the sheer, unadulterated passion in her voice.
Her grip on my hair gets painfully tight, and I take that as my cue to speed things up. I go from gentle licking to hard sucking on her swollen clit, speeding up my fingering as she starts to scream. Iris’s back lifts completely off the bed, and she shudders and quivers through what I hope is just the first orgasm I get to give her tonight. Inside, I feel her clench and throb around my fingers. I can’t wait to feel that same pulsating compression around my cock.
I slow until she stills, sliding my fingers out and licking them clean. She tastes heavenly.
“Micah?” Iris’s voice is soft and shaky. I prop myself up on an elbow to look into her eyes. “Before you go any further … The piercing—it won’t hurt, will it?”
How do I phrase this without bringing up Lisa? I can’t exactly say that it drove my dead wife wild.
“No, it won’t hurt. From what I understand, it feels amazing for a woman.”
