“Freudian slips don’t just happen randomly. You said that for a reason,” I spoke softly. “You said you like tit.”
The only sound from Dustin was low breaths as I inched my hand tauntingly close to his cock, which I could see was throbbing and straightening as it hardened.
He reciprocated by reaching a hand behind him and cupping my ass. My skin was hot, and heat was rapidly pooling between my legs.
“Now that’s just a deliberate misunderstanding of what I said,” he growled. “And I’ll not have my wife acting like that.”
I rested my chin on him. “What are you going to do about it?” I whispered.
He pulled me into the shower, and the water was hot as it splayed down my back. “On your knees,” he said. I kneeled down on the rubber mat, my heart pounding and my insides throbbing with need.
He wrapped my wet hair into a ponytail, and paused for a moment, looking down at me. “Open your mouth, Wife.”
I did as he said, and took him in my mouth. By now he had hardened all the way. I ran my lips over his slick cock as he turned me into an instrument of his pleasure, fucking my face.
I loved the sensation of the hot water crawling over my back as I tasted his salty tip with my tongue. I gagged a few times, breathless, and felt how hot I was getting between my legs. I ached for relief. But when I slipped a hand down to touch myself, he chuckled and grabbed my arms.
“I don’t think so, Cat,” he said, and a chill rolled up my spine.
He had me put my arms behind my back, and I felt the full force of him in my mouth again.
“Please, Dustin,” I said breathlessly when I had a chance, but the sound of the shower seemed to drown out my voice.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“I want to feel you inside me.”
“Oh?” he pumped his cock into my mouth and took it out. “Like that?”
“No,” I mewled.
“Where, then?”
“I want to feel you in my pussy.”
He smirked. “Sounds like someone needs to be a little more specific with their words.”
He pulled me up to my feet, kissed me, and turned me around.
I pressed my hands against the tile, and he slowly entered me, his flesh rubbing up against my clit as he did.
“Oh, fuck yes,” I purred.
“You’re already ready,” he said, and I felt his hands rubbing my back, and moving around to my hips. “Good Wife.”
He thrust in and out slowly at first, and then he fucked me deep and hard and good, and I wondered where this had been all my life.
The warm water hit somewhere on my back, but I wasn’t sure where the nozzle was anymore, or for that matter what was up or down or sideways. His hips rocked into me and my eyes rolled to the back of my head as I clenched up and came hard.
He bucked me like wild and all I could do was whisper softly.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Fuck me, Husband.”
And then I felt his cock twitch and he reached and rubbed my breasts as he leaned forward.
“Where do you want me to come?” he growled.
“Wherever you want,” I purred back.
