Today, I want her to get better acquainted with my body, particularly my dick. “Do you want to touch me?” I reach for the top button of my jeans.
Benny nods.
“You can touch me any time you like. You need no permission to do so.”
Benny beams and places her palms against my chest, then slides them up and down my torso. I make sure my muscles are tight and responsive for her. Her gaze drops to my abs and lower yet, where my hand lingers. She strokes my forearm with a finger. “I have a thing for man hands. Yours are sexy.”
When I asked if she wanted to touch me, I was thinking about my dick, not my hands, but if we’re sharing… “I have a thing for obedience.”
“I’ve noticed.”
I move a stray lock of hair from her neck and kiss that soft spot under her ear, then touch my lips over her earlobe, and whisper, “Are you going to be my good little princess? Do what I say at all times?”
“But if I’m the princess, don’t I get to rule?”
I chuckle and kiss her shoulder. “When the king isn’t around.”
“I’m teasing you, Hudson.”
“I know.” I trace my fingers under her dress. Her breath hitches while I keep kissing her neck. Her head tilts back and she braces, her palms on the counter. So much for her stroking mydick. Maybe next time. I’m happy to give pleasure today, but I gotta know one thing. “Has anyone ever touched you here?” I tap her mound.
Benny doesn’t answer, so I lift my head and lock eyes with hers. I’m happy when I see hers are glossy. She swallows, looking uncomfortable, then chuckles. “I’m so aware of our age difference right now, it’s not even funny,” she says.
“Was it ever funny?”
“Nah, it’s just a saying.”
“Answer me.”
Benny shakes her head. “Nobody has.”
“This pleases me.”
“It might disappoint.”
My turn to shake my head. “Nah, I’ll train you just the way I like it, and you’ll be sitting on my face in no time, I’m sure. Because you’re a brat like that.” Do I even like brats? Not really. But I like my wife. She can be anything she wants to be, and I’d like her anyway.
There’s something seductive about her. She’s a walking sex magnet, and I can only imagine how many men she’s attracted and dumped as her Dad guarded her innocence. Only to sell it to me. A man he doesn’t even know. I could’ve been a complete psycho and destroyed this woman on sight. I’ll never understand her father, but I am lucky he called me.
I sneak a hand inside her panties, and when Benny closes her eyes, I order her to open them. “You will watch me now. I don’t care if you find it uncomfortable or too intimate. You will do it anyway.”
“Yes, sir.”
I smile.
“Hudson,” she corrects.
“I didn’t mind ‘sir’ in this context.” I trace her labia and groan inwardly at the feel of her small lips and the wetnesscoating them. My God, this untouched pussy must look fucking beautiful. I slide my finger over her entrance, and her eyes flutter, wanting to close, her lips parting slightly. I circle her clit. The bud’s swelling under my thumb, and I put pressure on it while slowly sliding one finger inside her.
Benny closes her eyes, even leans her head back, mouth open and moaning.
I grab her throat. That gets her attention. “Eyes on me,” I say and slide my finger in and out of her little pussy. “You’re so tight. Does it hurt?”
“A little.”
“Let’s make it hurt a little more, then.” I insert a second finger, and Benny winces. I kiss her open mouth, sliding my tongue inside to give her something to do so she’s not so hyperaware of the pain from my fingers penetrating her small fuckhole. “It only hurts the first time,” I say. “Later, like I said, you’ll be climbing on my face, begging me to finger fuck your little hole and lick it at the same time.”
“Would you?” she asks.
