As I undo her bra clasp, I kiss the tattoo on her shoulder. Then I drag my mouth down her spine, vertebrae by vertebrae, taking my time. I lick down the length of her back, breathing in the scent of her skin, the warmth of her. She's actually here. Actually under me. So close, but I need her closer.
When I get my hands on her hips, she arches her back. Crazy beautiful. The curve of her spine, the slope of her ass, the way she's already shifting restlessly.
"You're so fucking pretty,” I tell her as I hook my fingers in her panties and drag them down. "Every part of you."
The eager, greedy sound she makes as she spreads her legs and shows me her pink, glistening slit makes my cock pulse and my mouth water. She's swollen and ready for me, and the knowledge that she wants this as much as I do is intoxicating.
I graze between her legs with the tips of my fingers, barely touching. "Wet little pussy craving your husband's touch, mmm?"
"Yes..." She pushes back against my hand. "Please."
"Please what?" I tease, even though I know exactly what she wants. I just want to hear her say it.
"Touch me. I need you to touch me."
"I am touching you." I drag one finger through her folds, so light it's barely contact.
She whines in frustration. "Logan."
"Tell me what you need, Frankie. Use your words." I circle her clit once, then move away.
"I need—" She breaks off with a gasp as I do it again.“That.”
"There's my good girl." I press more firmly now, sliding two fingers through her wetness. "You feel incredible. Like nothing else. You're so fucking soft and silky, Frankie. I love fingering you."
And I do. I luxuriate in it, taking my time, caressing her until she's shaking and rocking her hips. Because now I know what it's like to go a month without touching my wife—fucking torture—and I know how hard the next two months are going to be. So I'm going to memorize every sound, every reaction, every clench of her body.
I'm going to make this week count.
"Please," she whimpers again. "I need you inside me."
"I know, baby. I know what you need." I slide one finger into her, just to the first knuckle, and she clenches around me immediately. "Fuck, you're tight. When's the last time you touched yourself?"
"This morning," she admits, her voice muffled against the bed.
My cock throbs so hard it's almost painful. "Yeah? What were you thinking about?"
"Your mouth, you licking me.”
I add a second finger, pushing deeper. "Did you come?"
She moans.
I take that as a yes.
"Good girl." I start a slow rhythm, working her open. “I’m going to lick you real soon, I promise. But I want you to come first. I’m a greedy man. I want to feel you come on my hand and then on my face. And then once more when I fuck you, because you’ve been a very good girl while we were apart." I stroke two fingers in together, finding a spot inside her that makes her whole body jerk.
"Logan." She sounds wrecked already. "Please."
"I've got you."
I work that spot relentlessly, my other hand sliding around to find her clit. She's so wet my fingers slip around that swollen bundle of nerves with ease, and she cries out.
"That's it, let me hear you. No one knows how slutty and desperate you’re being right now, you don’t have to hold it inside.”
She sobs and humps her hips faster. She's close already, I can feel it in the way she's tightening around my fingers, the way her breathing has gone ragged.
“That’s my girl. It’s just you and me and this perfect pussy. Come on, come for me, Frankie. Show me how much you missed me."
