Suddenly, hot, gentle lips suckle on the delicate skin of my neck, and I see stars. My loud keening sound of pure ecstasy echoes around and around the basement.
When Carlo took control with the butt plug, I didn’t get to experience the joy of his touch directly. His caress was via the proxy of the vibrating butt plug. And afterwards, when I rode him at his command, it was my movements that were driving things.
This, this is entirely different. This is Carlo touching me directly, with his own hands. This is the first time his movements have been controlling everything and allowing me to bask in the golden glow of his attentions. It’s like dying and going to heaven. Beyond perfect. Sacred and immaculate.
His lips kiss me. His clever hands play with my nipples. My body dances for him. Pleasure and rapture spark and burn. My mind is peaceful. No twisting, twirling, spinning thoughts. There is only Carlo.
His right hand leaves my nipple. I look down in dismay. My nipple is swollen and engorged. Puffy and dark. Several sizes larger than usual.
My robe has fallen all the way open. I’m naked for my husband’s gaze. His hand has drifted down. It’s resting on my stomach. Right by my hard and leaking cock.
His neck kisses have stopped. His tugs on my left nipple have become languid. He is distracted. Consumed by the temptation to touch my cock.
My lungs lock. My heart races. Touching my nipples was a big step, this is an enormous one. My love has been in denial of his sexuality since puberty first hit him. Touching his first dick is a big deal.
Of course, it’s going to be the first and only cock, apart from his own, that he ever touches. Because if anyone tries anything, well, they won’t have a dick for much longer. I’ll slice it off and keep it in a jar. Carlo is mine. The world will learn to respect this.
I force my lungs to move. I need to calm down. The only person Carlo is thinking about touching right now is me. Everything is fine. Everything is wonderful.
I let out a pleasure-drunk moan and allow my hips to lift beseechingly. If my love needs a little encouragement, then my love will get a little encouragement. Anything he wants. Anything he needs. If it is within my power, it is his.
Carlo groans. He moves. His large, strong, battle-scarred hand wraps around my modest cock.
The noise that pours out of my soul is deeply unholy. My hips buck. My blood fizzes and turns into lightning.
Carlo kisses my neck. He caresses my tender nipple. His hand glides reverently up and down my cock.
My eyes roll back. I’m catapulted into a screaming, full-body orgasm that wipes out all my senses until the only thing that’s left is bliss.
Eons later, I find myself a panting, sticky mess still sprawled against Carlo’s chest. I can feel his very firm erection pressing against me. Happiness is buzzing in my ears. Louder than a swarm of bees.
“Fuck. I’m sorry, Ginni. I shouldn’t have done that.”
I pout. Do I really have to pull myself out of my happy daze to deal with this? “Why not?”
Carlo sucks in a pained breath. “Because you are a very vulnerable young man. Taking advantage of you is a terrible thing to do. The… the plug thing was wrong too.”
Oh my poor, honorable love. His morals have got him all twisted up and confused. It’s understandable, because he isfundamentally such a decent man. It’s part of his charm and a big reason why I love him so much.
I sigh happily. “I am your wife. And you were doing so well in realizing that. But I suppose a little relapse now and then is to be expected.”
I pull myself up and turn around to face him, straddling his lap. He smells wonderful. All aroused and manly.
I reach for his hard cock. I’d be a terrible wife if I left him in this state.
My body flinches as strong fingers wrap around my wrist. I blink and then relax. I forgot for a moment that Carlo’s chains are super slack at the moment.
I stare into my husband’s eyes.
“No,” he says sternly.
“No?” I repeat. He doesn’t want a lovely handjob? Am I hearing him correctly?
“No,” he repeats.
His eyes are smoldering, and there is a stubborn set to his jaw. There is no talking to him when he gets like this.
“Okay,” I sigh happily. It’s no big deal. There will be plenty of other times to play with his magnificent cock in our glorious future.
