‘Lift,’ he said hoarsely, and Cherry hoisted herself up on her arms, affording Sean the chance to pull her jeans over thatdecadent backside and down those beautiful, tanned legs.
The panties were all lace and the only thing that stopped Cherry being completely naked.
‘Stand.’ It came out as more of a command that he’d meant, but she stood without argument. He pulled her flush to him. This decadent creature, so fierce yet so fragile, skin next to his skin. The size of his body eclipsing hers so fully.
He slid his hand inside the lace – palm hot against her mound, fingers diving into her soft, wet heat.
Soaking heat.
Their poker foreplay did this to her? He did this to her. Their need was mutual. Sean wasn’t sure he’d fully grasped that until now.
With one digit, he glided Cherry’s wetness over her clit. His fingers felt like giant invaders inside the soft, delicate mounds and dips of her pussy, but she appeared to welcome the invasion.
‘Oh fuck, Sean. Oh God! I’ve dreamt about this.’
Those words. The power of those words. All he could do was watch that divine face as it melted at his touch. His wife crumbling under his fingertips.
Fuck, she was so beautiful.
Sean pushed two fingers inside her, thrust them deep, plundering her softness, finding the place to make her fold, his hand dripping with her slick arousal.
She ground down into him, searching for a solid surface.
With the heel of his hand, he gave it to her, simultaneously finger-fucking her. ‘Rub your clit right there, Cher. Soak my hand with that beautiful dripping pussy of yours.’
‘Mmm.’ She writhed into his palm. ‘How do you know it’s beautiful?’
‘Because it feels fucking out of this world, and if it’sanything like your face, it’ll be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.’
‘Oh, Sean. I want to see you too. Need to… Show me… Show me.’
With his free hand, Sean pulled back the waistband of his underwear and lowered it. His cock stood long and thick, a bridge between them both.
‘Oh God! Imagine that stretching me, fucking me.’
‘I have done, Cher. A lot.’ Sean drove his fingers inside her. ‘Have you thought about it? Thought about being fucked by me, like this but harder? You must have, right?’
‘Maybe.’
‘Yes, then. You touch yourself and think of me?’
She nodded.
‘Show me. Play with yourself like you would on the other side of that bedroom wall.’
Cherry reached for her clit and slicked her wetness over it. ‘This is what I do. This is how I touch myself when you’re right there through the wall. Do you have that beautiful cock in your hand at night, thinking of me?’
‘Jesus! You know I do. I don’t think of anything else.’
‘Show me. Show me what you do when you think of me.’
Sean groaned, grasping his cock in his palm, working his hand up and down his straining shaft, this time with the creature of his imagination right here. But it wasn’t enough.
‘Oh, Cherry, fuck. I need more of you.’ He dropped to his haunches and, taking the band of the panties between his teeth, dragged the flimsy, saturated lace over her pubic mound, nose trailing through the soft line of hair, over the beginnings of her divine slit.
Torturing himself, he refrained from dwelling on it.Down the panties came over her hips, knees, ankles. Then he balled them, brought them to his face and inhaled.
Fucking Jesus! He had peaked.
