I snuck a glance at the lace covering her. The fine camisole was transparent. The virginal white pattern of roses and interlocking leaves, exposed her breasts indecently with tantalizing glimpses of the peachy rose surrounding her peaked nipples. I licked one tip to taste her skin.
She sucked air in through her teeth.
I opened my mouth wider and flattened my tongue against the lace, letting it soak the fabric until it the fibers turned translucent. Then I closed my mouth over her breast.
Her fingers tightened in my hair. “Mario.” The slight stutter of her breath betrayed her. I repeated my actions on the other side, then ran my teeth on the protruding nipple.
But the lace was in the way. I wanted nothing between us.
I lifted up to take in the outfit. The lace continued all the way to the hem. The sheerness of the fabric leaving little to the imagination.
The matching panties were just as sheer. “Wife,” I growled.
“You like?”
“I want you naked.”
She pretended to pout. “This is the only pretty nightgown I’ve ever worn, and he doesn’t like it.” She chanced a glance at me through her eyelashes.
“I never said I didn’t like it. I said, I. Want. You. Naked.” This time, the warmth dropped from my tone and was replaced by demand.
Her eyes went wider.
But she didn’t move. I slipped a hand under the hem and cupped it around her breast. The fabric strained. “I might damage this. And then, you’ll have to explain to your sister what happened to this beautiful garment.”
She sat up, pulling the top off as quickly as she could.
That was better. I returned to the damp nipple I’d tasted. This time, it was sweet with a subtle flavor that was natural and intoxicating. And when I sucked the peak into my mouth, there was no fabric foiling my tongue. I rolled it in in my mouth, swirling around the tip, and taking it deeper until Allie gasped and arched into me. Her fingers curled into my scalp and the words spilling from her mouth slurred in ecstasy.
But I wasn’t done. The other side needed as much attention if not more because it had been forgotten for too long.
“Mario. Please?” Please-please-please more. I heard her begging in my head as much as through my ears.
The lace between her legs was wet. My fingertips ran across the panel searching for the forbidden and once again, was denied access.
Screw that. I gripped the tiny bands holding the garment in place.
“Don’t. Don’t tear it, please?”
A guttural sound emanated from my chest. I didn’t slide the panties off gently, but they remained intact when I tossed them as far as I could from the bed.
It was only me and my wife now.
She stroked my cock timidly. I curled my hand over hers and tugged it down the length the way I liked it.
Her eyes met mine.
I nodded and led her actions. She mimicked them, getting bolder with each stroke. I groaned out loud. Much more of that, and I’d embarrass myself.
With effort, I pulled free and slid down her body until my mouth aligned with her beautiful pussy. It tasted like perfection. Slick and ready, but not thoroughly debauched. Yet.
I dragged the tip of my tongue through the valleys and around the tiny crown of her clit. With each gasp and jolt, I learned her weaknesses and the magical combination of pressure and circling that fluttered her eyelids shut, or caught her breath.
She was complex, my bride. A tasty puzzle I longed to unravel, savor, and enjoy many times over.
Her cry of satisfaction bounced off the low farmhouse ceiling and the stucco walls. With one final sweep of my tongue, I abandoned her for a moment to reach for a condom.
But I wasn’t at home, nor in a hotel I’d thoroughly planned in advance to seduce her in. And knew I’d come up empty in the sterile nightstand placed for aesthetics rather than function.
