“Shh, don’t worry. I’ll have you hard again in no time at all.”
I wriggle out of my silk shorts and let them fall to the floor. Then, I do the same with my top. I’m completely naked, and it is so freeing.
Carlo’s eyes widen, and then darken. Color floods his cheeks. His gaze rakes up and down my body. Then up and down again. He can’t look away. He has never been able to admit it to himself, bless him, but he has been wanting to see me naked for years. This is all his Christmases come at once.
I climb back onto the bed. I stare deep into his eyes. Certainty settles over me like a comforting blanket.
“This needs to be a very special reward,” I tell him. “And I know how much you like to be in control.”
I swing my leg over his torso and straddle him while facing his toes. I wriggle backwards and hold my ass right over his face.
Carlo makes a noise that is pure sex incarnate. If only I could bottle it and keep it forever, it would be my most cherished possession.
“Whatever you do to my ass, I will do to your cock,” I say.
A strangled groan gurgles out of Carlo’s throat. A helpless whimper.
“If you want fast, go fast. You get the idea.” I’m sure he does. My husband is a very intelligent man.
I sigh happily and sit right on his face. I can feel his nose buried in my crack. It’s fantastic. But sadly, I can’t stay like this all day.
I lean forward and bend down until I’m practically lying on top of him. I suck his half-soft cock into my mouth, and I wait. And wait.
My poor love is trying to cling on to his denial. His mistaken belief that he is straight.
I suckle gently on his cockhead for encouragement. He groans, and sure enough, his warm, wet tongue tentatively licks at my hole.
The sensation is divine. Intense enough to make me whine. Gentle enough to make my heart flutter.
Another lick comes. Much more confident this time. It pulls a depraved cry from me. Then suddenly I’m whimpering as his tongue attacks me. I’m seeing stars. My veins are glowing with pleasure.
Carlo’s tongue is soft, wet, hot and clever. I never dreamed it would feel this good. This euphoria is profound.
Diligently, I try to focus on sucking his cock with the same fervor he is eating my ass. But it is hard. Ecstasy is making my jaw slack. My throat wants to sing my rapture. Nevermind that everything he is doing to me is all kinds of distracting.
His hands grab my hips. I’m so happy I have been giving him a little bit more slack in the chains every day. He deserves it, and this is so worth it.
I yelp as he pulls me back, pressing me even closer to his face, and burying himself deeper in my ass. He is devouring me like a starving man. All sloppy, and fervent. Passionate and delicious.
His cock falls out of my mouth. All I can do is wail, whine, whimper. My thighs are shaking. My balls are tight.
Suddenly I’m screaming his name as blinding white light consumes me. My orgasm rattles through me. My untouched cock dumps a load of cum onto Carlo’s chest. I shudder and groan.
Carlo’s tongue leaves my ass. He sags against the pillows, breathing heavily.
I pant above him, head down. I’m not sure I can move right now, my muscles feel too weak.
“Whoopsie,” I breathe.
I wasn’t meant to cum yet, and certainly not first. But Carlo is an extraordinary lover, and I’m not at all surprised.
Carefully, shakily, I turn around to face my wonderful husband.
“Don’t worry, darling. I promised you I’d ride.”
“Ginni…”
“Shh. It’s okay. I want to.
