“If I was next to you, I’d lean in close,” she told him. “Close enough that you’d feel it—but I wouldn’t touch you yet. I’d let you wonder how long I was going to make you behave. I’d let my hand hover above your cock before I stroked you.”
He grunted, his breath hitching.
Meggie grabbed her phone and pressed play, focusing on her husband as she moved, slidingher jacket off and dancing, which she’d always loved. She enjoyed music. She enjoyed teasing Christopher, watching him pant and salivate, anticipating the moment she was completely naked.
Had she been home, she would’ve given him a lap dance and wouldn’t have worn a jacket, three blouses, three T-shirts, pants, and leggings. She probably would’ve started with the last T-shirt, the pants, and her heels, but she wanted to show Christopher how much she loved and missed him. That just because she left town didn’t mean he wasn’t uppermost on her mind.
If she hadn’t wanted to see his beloved face, she probably would’ve called him to wish him goodnight. She wouldn’t have been able to sleep, though. It was why she’d felt so restless, despite her exhaustion. And why her idea invigorated her.
She removed her pieces of clothing slowly, determined to put on a long, sensual show for Christopher.
He watched her every move, pumping his cock into his fist. The sight of him pleasuring himself hardened her nipples and heated her core. She knew how those fingers worked her body, caressed her clit, and made her come.
By the timeEarned Itbegan, Meggie was wet and needy, but she moved her hips while she took off the long-sleeved T-shirt, revealing the spiked black cuffs first and then the blackleather bra with metal spikes rising out of them. She threw her stilettos aside, then shimmied out of the leggings, finally showing the matching thong with special tabs made into them for easy removal.
“Fuck me,” Christopher breathed.
She leaned forward, showing the mounds of her breasts, almost spilling out of the top. “That’s exactly what I want,” she told him. “You to fuck me. As hard and as deep as you can.”
Cum spurted from his cock.
“Imagine me there with your cock down my throat, exploding over my tongue.”
He closed his eyes, his breathing labored, his lashes sweeping downward, a living god. Her Christopher.
“Look at me, Christopher.”
His heavy-lidded gaze quickened her breath. The song had ended two minutes ago, but she didn’t care. She yanked the panties away, then untied her top. She’d placed her tablet on an elegant little desk in one corner of the suite. Now, she lifted her leg and rested her foot on the delicate chair.
She slid her fingers through her pubic hair before opening herself and revealing her clit.
“You have the prettiest pussy I ever saw,” Christopher told her.
Meggie threw her head back and rocked her hips against her hand.
“Ain’t nothin’ more I love than suckin’ your cunt.”
She moaned.
“Tongue fuckin’ you until you come, then sinkin’ into your pussy to the hilt of my big cock.
“Yes,” she cried. “Fuck me hard. I love it when you fuck me hard.”
“Come for me, Megan. Get your pussy off and when you come home, Ima lick for an hour then suck your clit while I finger fuck your hole.”
She exploded, crying out and putting her foot on the floor, then dropping to her knees, breathing heavily, her juices dripping down her thighs, her breasts heavy and achy.
“You so fuckin’ gorgeous, Megan.”
She nodded, still not ready to speak, massaging her clit again. Her legs trembled.
“You still playin’ with your pussy, huh?”
“Yes.”
“It’s soakin’, huh, baby? I’d slide in and out of your pretty pussy. Massage your clit for you. Suck your nipples.”
“Christopher,” she called.
