“Who decides?”
“You do.”
I lift her off me and place her on her hands and knees as we face the water. I snag her flowing cover up and twist it until I drape it over her shoulders, crisscrossing it between her tits, then drawing it under and lifting them before tying a knot behind her back. I made an improvised harness. Our Shibari rope is in our room. If only I’d known to bring it with us. I wish I’d brought several implements out here.
I snatch her towel from her side of the lounger and twist it before pressing her to lower herself to her shoulders. She places her right cheek on the cushion while I draw her arm back and use the towel to bind her wrist to her thigh. I wriggle my towel out from beneath us and repeat my handiwork on the other side. She does her best to watch me, but I know her view’s limited.
Positioning her the way I want, I bring my right hand down on her ass. As I lift it away from her right ass cheek, my left hand lands across her left ass cheek. I spank her like I’m playing the bongos. I twist my left wrist, so I can smack her horizontal crack. That makes her lurch forward as I grab the knot at her mid-back. I pull her back toward me before my free hand contacts her upper thigh. I know that smarts the most since she was unprepared.
“Daddy!”
She practically wails the word before she thrusts her hips back for more. I grab both and impale her. I nearly lose control as I think about the child growing within. We madeit together, but it makes Vita mine in a way that takes my normal protectiveness and possessiveness and amplifies it a thousandfold at warp speed. I already have no limits to what I’ll do to protect her but knowing we’re having a child together unleashes something in me—a depravity she can never know about, and I pray I never use.
“Mine,chica.”
“Yes!”
Even after all these years, I never tire of reminding her. She’s sworn she’ll never tire of hearing it. She understands my possessiveness is never about limiting her freedom and choices. It’s ensuring no one can get away with stealing them from her. She’s told me she’s never felt more independent than she has since we got together. She’s no longer beholden to an intelligence agency or an employer.
She’s taken a couple odd jobs, only allowing the other three families to know they hired her after her mission’s complete. I follow up by reminding them they owe us a favor now. That’s a sweet satisfaction I never envisioned.
I pull out, and her hands twist against her restraints as she reaches for me. I thrust three fingers into her and work her G-spot. She pants between moans. I work her pussy, sliding my pinky in as well. She grows wetter with each stroke of her inner wall. She coats my fingers enough that I ease farther into her until I’m up to my wrist.
“Jandro, I’m so fucking full, but it’s still not enough. Only your cock will be enough.”
I swipe my fingers inside her, looking for her cervix. When I find it—easy to do since I’ve fingered her most days for the last five years—I slide my index finger over until I know I’ve landed on her A-spot. I angle my fingers, so I can massage that along with her G-spot.
She trembles as the sensations overwhelm her. I reach around her until I can tweak her nipple. Hard. She cries out again, the blend of pleasure and pain bringing her close to orgasm.
“Please may I come, Daddy?”
She already knows the answer, but I give it with an extra tight pinch while I stop moving the hand drilling her cunt.
“You shouldn’t have kept that secret for so long, little one. Now I’ll keep you from coming.”
“Dear God, you aren’t going to edge me for a week are you?”
There’s genuine trepidation in her tone. I’ve never gone that long, but we’ve played games where I’ve made her wait a couple days. When we do, I edge her throughout the day, having complete free use of her.
“Fear not,chiquita. You’re going to keep coming until you’re so spent you beg me to stop. Only then will I fuck your ass until I blow my load there.”
I stop tugging her nipple and move to rubbing her clit. I know my wife’s body better than I know anything else. I feel her on the cusp of coming, so I freeze. I waited for the frustrated pants to lessen before continuing my assault on her patience. I taunt her, using her need against her as we go round and round in circles. Orgasm denial drives us both wild. During the infrequent times I let her take charge, she tortures me ruthlessly.
“Jandro, please! Everything’s more sensitive than usual. I can’t control myself like I usually can.”
Beside her telling me she threw up twice, it’s the first sign her body’s changing. I kiss the back of her shoulder as I gentle my hand inside her and return my other to her clit. I rub slow and firm circles over the bundle of nerves. She lifts her hips as high as she can, seeking my cock. I rest it in the division between her ass cheeks.
“May I?”
“Sí, mi amore.”
Her body clenches as her arms strain along her sides. When she comes down from her high, I ease my hand out of her pussy and replace it with my dick. I fist her hair with one hand while the other grips her shoulder. I nearly lose control again as I pound her pussy; however, I’m careful not to harm her. She loves it when it hurts, but I never want to take it too far. I’m ever mindful of my greater size and strength.
I pull the towels loose, freeing her hands. I bring her body up to kneel before me. Conscious that her tits are likely more sensitive than I realized, I cup them, enjoying how the harness lifts them even higher. I consider whether they’re any fuller than usual. I think they might be.
My thumbs roll over the tightened peaks while our hips rock in unison. I’m creeping too close to my orgasm, so I shift our position again. I lower her until her chest’s against the cushion. I hover over her back, most of my upper body weight on my forearms as my chest brushes against her back. She pulls her arms up and rests them between her body and my arms. Our fingers entwine as we both grip the end of the lounger.
“Te amo, mamacita.” I love you, little mama.
