“You go there, and don’t you dare move.” I point to a corner of the shower and use every ounce of willpower in me to stop myself from touching her.
Rachel obeys and goes to her corner, biting her lip again. The hot water soaks her hair and plasters it to the side of her face.
Before I have a chance to grip myself again, she presses her hands to her breasts and begins to pinch her nipples.
“Touch yourself, Karan.”
My God, she’s such a sight. When I see her like this, her face slightly scrunched up with the pleasure I know she’s giving herself, I see more than the most beautiful woman in the world.
I see my sweet Rachel, the woman who’s selfless to the point of nearly caring too much about others. I see the woman who can make me laugh, think, smile, cry, and everything in between. I see the woman who, despite my bullshit, is still here, willing to fight with me.
I grip myself again without letting my gaze stray away from her. When I utter a pained groan and start stroking, she bites her lip and looks downward.
“Eyes up here,” I say, my voice strained with the pleasure coursing through my veins.
She obeys and licks her lips. Then, she falls to her knees.
I pause my movement, the sight of her on her knees sending a shockwave through my spine. “Baby, I told you not to move.”
“I didn’t move. I stayed right here, Karan.” She smiles up at me, all innocence and bliss, biting that pretty bottom lip of hers again. “But while you’re touching yourself… do me a favour and just imagine what it would feel like to have my lips around you.”
My knees nearly buckle under me. Almost against my will, I resume the hard strokes, chasing friction that I secretly wish she were giving me.
“Fuck… baby…”
“It’d be so much better, wouldn’t it?”
Still on her knees, Rachel moves one inch closer to me. I’m about to argue, but she’s faster than I am.
“I’m not touching you. I’ll obey. But picture it, Karan. You already know how nice and warm my mouth is.”
I don’t know how much longer I can resist my wife. Especially when her words bring back memories of things I’ve done to her.
Multiple times.
“And it’s not only for you.” Rachel scoots again, her mouth now so close to me that I can feel her hot breath against my sensitive head. “This would be for me, too, Karan. You know how much I want this? How much I want you to fuck my face?”
I groan in agony, watching her as she slips one hand between her legs. “You could touch me there and find out how much I crave you, Karan.”
All self-control snaps; I let go of myself and grab a fistful of my wife’s hair instead. Rachel looks up at me with a teasing smile, then wraps one arm around my hip to grab me by the ass for purchase.
“You’ll be the death of me,” I tell her, my voice full of gravel, right before she slips her lips over me.
Fuck, her mouth is heaven.
Why did I spend so much time fighting her? Why did I spend so long in a daze, going through the motions, trying to please everything in my life but her?
As I grip her hair tighter and groan at the delicious vibration of her humming against me, it occurs to me that this right here—this blissful sense of total control—feels oddly foreign. It wraps around my limbs, flowers through my ribs, and takes hold of me like a second skin. A new surge of power flows through me, and the elation makes me weightless.
I look down at my beautiful wife just as she swirls her tongue in that way she knows I love; I grit my teeth to hold back, then pull my hips back, away from her hot mouth. She looks up at me with big, disappointed eyes.
“Rach,” I groan, my fist still deadlocked around her silky hair. “Were you serious when you said you wanted me to fuck your face?”
“Never more serious.” A glint of desire passes through her emerald eyes.
“Tap me twice if it’s too much.” I give her hand—the one still gripping my ass—a light tap to clarify what I mean.
She nods once more, and this time, it’s me who pushes my hips forward to take her mouth.
