“I’m not a very nice man either. Are you gonna stab me too?”
“Depends. Are you going to hurt me?”
No. But I don’t want her to know that yet. I like her like this: wary and on edge. I also want to know how far I can push her until she fights back.
Instead of answering her question, I tell her, “I want you to go lie down on the bed and spread your legs for me.”
A small gasp falls from her lips. Anger and betrayal flare in her eyes. “You said…”
“I said, I won’t touch you, and I won’t. You’re going to touch yourself,” I explain. “I want you to make yourself come.”
Fury turns into confusion. “Why?”
“Because I want to know what my wife looks like when she falls apart.”
She scans my face cautiously, squinting her eyes like she is searching for a lie.
“That’s it? All you want to do is watch?”
I nod. Although Iwantto do much more than that. I won’t push my luck any further today.
“Okay,” she agrees, with a shrug.
Turning away from me, she walks toward the bed. My eyes are glued to her pert ass as she climbs onto the mattress and settles down on her back. With her head lying on the pillow, her hair spreads out in a golden halo.
Pleased with her willingness, I move to the foot of the bed for a better view. I already regret making the promise not to touch her, because that’s all I want to do right now.
She lets her legs fall apart, exposing herself to me completely. I groan at the sight of her pink pussy, while wrapping my fingers around my now hard cock.
“Show me how you make yourself come,” I urge, as I start to stroke myself.
Her always watchful eyes land on my dick and remain there as she slowly brings her hand between her thighs. Her dainty fingers find her clit, and she begins to rub small circles over it.
I’m mesmerized.
Aurora works her little nub until I notice moisture glistening on her folds. I tighten the grip on my shaft; pleasure builds in my groin.
Just when I thought this couldn’t possibly get any better, she brings her free hand to her breast and starts playing with her nipple.
Fuck me.
Precum leaks from my tip as I continue jerking myself off. My balls ache, ready to bust a load. Somehow, I manage to drag my gaze away from her cunt so I can look at her face.
Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes hooded, and her full lips are slightly parted. She looks like a fucking sex goddess, and she is still watching me jerk off.
“Are you thinking about my cock inside of you? How good it would feel to be stretched and filled?” My voice comes out low and husky.
She doesn’t answer me, but her fingers suddenly move faster, her breath comes quicker, and her hips roll slightly.
Oh, she is imagining it all right.
Just like I am.
I pump my cock almost violently, imagining being inside her tight warmth instead of my calloused hand.
Her thighs quiver, her back arches, and a soft moan falls from her lips as she reaches her orgasm.
Seeing her come, edges on my own release. Two more strokes are all it takes. Then I come so hard I have to grab onto the bedpost to steady myself. Ropes of cum spurt out onto my pristine hardwood floor, as waves of euphoria crash over me in a never-ending onslaught.
