“You want me to peel these off of you.” I hook one finger under the edge of her panties.
“Y-yes.”
“Say you’re my wife,” I tell her. I reach up and palm her breasts. I tug on each nipple, eliciting a sharp cry from her. “Say it, Winnie, or you’ll get nothing more from me.”
“Jonah,” she moans my name again, and my cock grows impossibly hard in my pants.
“Don’t fight it, Win.” I massage her thighs, relishing her soft skin, and feel her quiver underneath my hands.
“We might be married,” she pants, “but I’m not really your wife. It’s just temporary.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m a loyal man, Winnie. Only my wife gets my hands, and my mouth, and my cock. Say you’re my wife and I’ll give you anything you want. I’ll make your sweet pussy mine.” I drag her panties down and off, and then lean in and place my mouth right above her aching core. I can tell she’s dripping for me already, but I just wait.
“Fine! I’m your wife!” she huffs out.
Power surges through me. “Say it again.”
“I’m your wife!”
“Good.”
And then I give her exactly what we both want. I lick her, long and slow, and then flick my tongue over her clit. Winnie lets out a hoarse moan of approval, and I lick at her more, sucking her clit into my mouth lightly and then flicking my tongue over it.
I push a finger inside of her, and love the hot, tight feel of her. I add another finger, filling her even more, and fuck her with my hand slowly as I savor the taste of her. Winnie gasps and jerks herself forward, taking my hand deeper inside.
“That’s it, wife, ride my hand like a good girl.” I lean back and watch as my fingers disappear in and out of Winnie’s sweet, glorious cunt. “You like this, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she lets out, a blush blooming on her cheeks. She whimpers as I push my fingers into her harder, and then faster.
I massage her clit with my other hand, thumbing it lightly but steadily, working her into a frenzy. I can tell she’s right on the edge, but I want to draw out her pleasure. I tongue her clit again, slowly and in circles, and she grips the back of my head and grinds into my face in response. I love seeing her completely undone with need like this.
“Jonah, fuck, I’m so close,” she whines.
I increase the pressure, and her hips buck wildly underneath me, and then she starts to shudder and moan, the orgasm rocketing through her. I make it last as long as possible, until she’s spent and shivering on the couch before me.
I rise, and then sit beside her, gathering her in my arms and stroking a hand down her hair. It feels instinctual to hold her like this, like she belongs right here, in my arms.
“Was that good?” I ask, though I’m pretty sure I know the answer.
“Definitely.” Winnie surges upwards and moves her hand towards my crotch. “I can reciprocate!”
“Sweetheart, there’s no need. That was all about you, just like I wanted it to be.”
“But I don’t want you to feel used.”
That makes me chuckle. “Win, seeing you come undone under my hands and mouth, and hearing you moan my name, was fucking perfect. I don’t need anything else. Not tonight.”
“Okay,” she says, still frowning. “But maybe another night?”
Images of my wife on her knees for me, her tongue lapping at my cock, spear through my mind. “Yeah, definitely another night. For now, let’s just sleep.”
We stand up and Winnie takes a blanket with her, wrapping it around her shoulders. I take one last look at her and then walk over to my bedroom, reluctantly opening the door. I want to suggest that we sleep together in the main bedroom, but I worry it’s a step too far. She might not be ready for what that might mean.
“Goodnight Winnie,” I say from the doorway.
“Night Jonah.”
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