“I’m not pushing anything except my fingers against my clit,” she muses, showing off how wet she is by slipping her fingers through and showing me her sloppy mess.
“Fuck,” I groan, getting just about enough of this.
She keeps going, circling her clit like it’s begging to be touched. I could practically come from the sight alone. She’sgiving me a one-man peep show. A full-on display of all that she has to offer, and I’m not allowed to touch any of it because she’d use my own pleasure as a weapon against me to free herself from my grasp.
I can’t let it happen. I won’t.
But fuck, she’s making it so damn hard.
“I’m so fucking wet,” she moans as water cascades down on both of us.
When she dips her fingers into her pussy, I bite my lip so hard I puncture my skin and bleed all over myself. I let the water wash away my sin as my hand dips into my pants, unable to resist any longer.
“Fuck it,” I groan.
I push the fabric down and release my hungry cock from its prison. Her eyes immediately dart down to my length, taking it all in as if she hasn’t seen me before … as if the size of me still makes her do a double take.
A smirk plasters all over my face. “You keep those hungry eyes on me. You wanted this. Now keep those fingers inside that wet pussy and show me what you look like when you fall apart.”
“Oh fuck,” she murmurs, dipping her fingers in and out of her pussy like she’s imagining it’s my dick nestled between her legs, thrusting into her balls deep.
“That’s it,” I coax her, palming my cock while she keeps playing with herself right in front of me.
Steam fills the air all around us as the water heats just from our presence, goose bumps scattering on her skin asher eyes gorge on my thickness.
I slowly begin to thrust into the palm of my hand, not giving a shit about right or wrong anymore. She wants to toy with my needs? Fine, I can play this game too.
“You want this?” I growl, jerking off until the precum drips from the tip.
She bites her bottom lip. “Oh yes.”
She keeps rolling her fingers around her most sensitive spot, gyrating her hips along with her own movements, as if she’s picturing riding me instead, and I wouldn’t mind at all.
But she would never willingly surrender to me like that, so I’ll just take this one fucking moment of pure shared ecstasy and make it a lasting memory for the rest of our married life.
I thrust and thrust into the palm of my hand while her eyes grow hungrier with every passing second.
“Go on, then. Fuck yourself like a filthy girl.”
She pushes her fingers inside herself and moans while twisting her nipple with her free hand. My dick pulsates with greed for more of whatever this game is that we’re playing.
“Are you gonna come for me?”
“Fuck, yes, but I want you to do it too,” she says between short, damp breaths.
I shake my head. “You first.”
Her cheeks grow redder with every passing second as the steam envelops her beautiful body, her fingers rolling around like crazy, and I have to physically restrain myself from coming all over her right this very second.
But I need her to learn a lesson first.
A hard one.
I lean in and whisper into her ear, “Good girl.”
A soft moan escapes her lips, and she gyrates against her own hand. I can see the ecstasy rippling through her entire body while she succumbs to the inevitable orgasm. It’s fast and overbearing, claiming her entire body as she begins to convulse. She places a hand on my shoulder to steady herself while out of breath.
A filthy grin forms on my face as I stop thrusting into my hand. “Thank you, Tesoro. That was just what I needed.”
