She brushes her cheek against mine like a cat bunting, showing affection, and I realise that perhaps the idea of BDSM with me is more of a turn on for her than evenshewas expecting.
“I don’t want you to go without,” she murmurs against my ear before giving it a nip, confirming that, yeah, she fucking likes the idea of exploring more with me.
Just the thought has my cock rising in my pants.
“Angel,” I growl quietly, nipping her ear too. “Your trust is the biggest turn on I’ve ever experienced,” I admit, running my hand up her thigh, gripping the denim as I fight for control. “All I need isyou. Doesn’t matter how. I don’t need a BDSM scene with you. I just need your trust. To know you are giving yourself to me. That gets me harder than any bondage session will.”
A quiet whimper escapes her, and as my hand travels higher, she parts her legs for me.
“You like me submissive though, right?” she breathes, and it catches the moment I brush my thumb over the seam of her jeans, right over her sweet cunt.
“I do love your submissive side, Angel,” I rasp, my eyes flicking to see if Riggs is watching, but his eyes are still cast forward as he drives. “But it doesn’t always have to be like that. I also really fucking like it when you’re a brat.”
She giggles quietly, spreading her legs a little wider again.
“If I said I wanted to tieyouup,” she whispers, rubbing her face against mine again like she enjoys the roughness of my beard. “Would you let me?”
My cock jerks at the thought, yet I still shift uncomfortably, not entirely sure I’d be into it, but also knowing I’d let her if that’s what would make her happy.
“If that’s what you want, Angel. Then yes.”
She draws back in surprise at my response, her eyes trying to study my face in the dark without much success.
“Really?” she asks, and I nod, brushing my thumb over that teasing seam again.
“Really.”
Her breath hitches, and those plump lips part before she leans in again to speak quietly into my ear.
“It does sound kind of hot having you tied up, unable to move, and at my mercy.” She moans faintly as she nips my ear again, and, fuuuuck me, my cock grows uncomfortably hard. Like a stone fucking rod.
“Angel,” I hiss into her hair, pressing my thumb harder against the seam of her jeans. “Don’t do that or I’ll fuck you right here.”
She moans, a little too loudly, and my eyes flick to the rearview mirror in time to see Riggs looking away.
Fuck.
I’m about to pull back, but then he turns the music up louder, so loud I know he won’t be able to hear.
I’ll probably owe him for this, but fuck, when my wife is needy, Ineedto make her feel good.
“Cam,” she whimpers as I flatten my palm against her mound, and I trail kisses across her cheek until my lips seal over hers.
I feel the vibration of her next moan as we kiss, our tongues clashing in a level of desperation that we can’t give in to right now, because stripping her bare and fucking her raw isn’t something I intend on doing in the back seat of a moving car with a fucking audience.
Abbey grinds against my hand in desperation, so I make quick work of flicking open the button and tugging the zipper down, before sliding my hand into the tight space between the denim and her wet cunt, teasing her clit for a few long beats before I give her exactly what she wants.
My fingers.
I know her body enough now to know what works quickly, and aside from sucking on her heavy tits and drawing the warm milk out, the other thing that gets her over the line fast and hard, is some good old-fashioned g-spot stimulation.
Sliding my fingers through her wet folds, I find her entrance as she parts her legs further, and I slip my digits in.
Her moan is loud, and it’s possible Riggs might have heard it, but she’s too far gone to care, and fuck, so am I.
My one goal in life, inthisvery fucking moment, is to make my woman soak my fingers and come around them, so I focus on that, hooking them inside her and massaging the sensitive spot as she grinds against me, chasing her release.
When she stops kissing me, I know she’s close, too lost in her need to come, so I trail kisses back to her ear, nipping on it as I give her the other thing that seems to work like a charm.
