His hands connect with my skin, bringing it to life, sparking emotion and causing shivers of desire to ripple through my soul.
“Because you should never be ashamed of doing what nature set as default. We are married, we fuck, it’s written in the marriage contract.”
“You really are an asshole, Simeon.”
I wonder why I like him so much, and with a soft chuckle, he pulls back and presses the button on the wall, causing the drapes to slide into place, closing off the world.
“Is that better?”
“Not really.”
I ease the shirt off his shoulders. “You’re not naked yet.”
He steps back and, holding my gaze, slowly removes his clothing. My eyes drag the length of him as I take my first uninterrupted look at the full package.
He really is an incredible man; his physique apparently crafted from stone. His muscles ripple and his eyes burn deep into my soul, and I can’t help swallowing hard as his cock stands tall and proud.
It’s thick, rather huge and ready, and without thinking, I drop to my knees before him, reaching out to fully appreciate its beauty. I’m not ashamed to be on my knees before this god because worshipping him comes easy.
“Alice.”
His low rumble warns, and I disregard his tone as I reach out and reverently stroke the miracle of nature that I simply can’t ignore.
I concentrate only on my pleasure as I lick the top, loving the salty taste of him.
Of course it’s not sweet, it kind of goes with his personality and as I slide him into my mouth, I love his rough gasp of torment.
He is still, like a statue, as I take him deeper, wondering how I have knowledge of this, concluding its natural, so definitely nothing to be ashamed of.
For a moment, I play with him, searching for different angles, attempting to take him in one hit. However, it’s impossible; he is too big for me, and yet I’m not complaining. My mouth may not be able to accommodate him, but my pussy swallows him with greedy delight, and I close my eyes, savoring the sensation of giving pleasure to a man who appears to be enjoying every moment of this.
His fingers twist in my hair as he guides my mouth, reminding me he is in control and probably always will be.
I may believe I’m his equal, but I’m guessing he knows tricks I never knew were tricks, and as he ramps up the pressure, his cock hits the back of my throat with every thrust.
I don’t care. It’s not comfortable, but it causes me to burn. Lust is driving me crazy as I kneel for him, loving how hot this is.
His low rumble of pleasure fuels my own, and just when I’m hovering on the edge of ecstasy, he pulls away, leaving me gasping my disappointment.
“Get up.”
His rough voice sends shivers of desire through me, and then his voice lowers suggestively.
“Sit in that chair.”
I note a small upholstered chair nearby and shake my head. “If you think I’m causing another mess for someone else to clean up, you have another thing coming.”
“Are you already disobeying your husband, Alice?”
His eyes burn and I smile, loving the fire in him.
“Wait there.”
I race into the bathroom and grab a towel and return with an impish smile as I spread it over the seat.
“Problem solved.”
His sudden grin creates more of a connection than any touch, and a warm shiver spreads through me as I perch on the edge of the seat.
