“Have you ever allowed the sober version of the woman I met at the club to flaunt herself, to make her desires known, to fuck who or how she wants?”
She paled, her mouth opening on a gasp, but no sound came out. I’d assumed by now she’d be in touch with my brash personality, looked like I was wrong. I raised a brow, letting her know I was waiting for an answer.
“No,” it was a whisper, nothing like the sassy woman a moment ago.
“Why not?”
She closed her eyes, drawing in a deep breath then another. “I—” She opened her eyes, the familiar shutter I’d come to know, firmly in place.
I decided on a different approach. “Do you know.” I leaned closer and her gaze met mine. “When a man wants a woman...” I rolled a finger in slow circles over the exposed flesh of her thigh. “He’ll often make her angry...” Emboldened by the subtle change in her exhales, I slid my finger further up. “And despite her ‘I hate him’ stance, she’ll secretly want him to come back repeatedly...” I moved the hand curled around a lock of her hair to trail a lazy path along her jawline. She leaned into my touch. “And with each visit, her panties get wetter, the ache becomes more painful and a simple touch would make her...”
Those gray irises darkened to greedy lust, pleading for me to finish that statement. I denied her the request. My finger drifted higher, inches from the warm apex between her thighs. She made no move to stop me, her throat working a swallow that pulled my gaze. Palming her cheek, I rubbed the pad of my thumb gently over her lips. Her mouth opened on a sluggish exhale before sucking my thumb in. Drawing it in until the first knuckle, her tongue coiled around the digit in its warm wet grasp shooting pinpricks of tingles down my arm, straight to my cock.
“I’m not conceited, Ash. I just have that effect on women. And right now, if I had to touch you, I know you’d be wet.” I leaned in closer. “Your pussy is aching, begging for me to touch you, to run my finger in lazy circles over your clit, to slide the tip of my tongue along that wetness, tasting, sucking, biting until you beg me to let you come.” Her eyes riveted on me, she stopped sucking my thumb but her breathing deepened. “I don’t need to fuck you to give you pleasure, sweetheart. Just say the word.” When she said nothing, I stood. “Get some sleep. I’ll take the couch.” As I stepped away, she gripped my hand. I glanced down at her fingers wrapped around my wrist before meeting her gaze. Waiting.
“Please.”
It was the hidden desperation I’d come to expect. She wanted but was scared to ask. I wondered if it was shame that prevented her from seeking out her desires. She was married to a man who owned a fucking voyeur club, surely she would’ve opened up to him. Watching her though, I believed, she hadn’t.
“Do you want me to touch you?”
“Yes.”
“Show me.” I sat down, stretched out my legs, and pointed to my lap. “Sit on me. Back to my chest, legs spread over mine.”
Expecting hesitation, I was surprised when she positioned herself over my thighs, placing a leg on either side of mine and gingerly lowered herself to my lap. She perched on my knees then inched her way back until her ass pressed down on my cock. I bit down on my groan. “Lean back, Ash. I want to see everything.”
She did as I asked but kept herself upright, almost rigid. Her robe fell open with the move and I placed my hands on her thighs, waiting for her to relax on her own.
Ashrika tensed a little when I brushed her hair aside and whispered against her ear. “I’m waiting.”
“Um...” Her innocence more in line with the woman I knew as my wife made me smile.
“I want you to get yourself off.”
She jerked her gaze to mine. “What?”
“Now, Ash. Show me how you want me to touch you.”
Swallowing, she reached for my hand, surprising me. She guided my fingers to her pussy. The moment the rough pads touched her wet flesh, she cried out, her ass grinding into my cock. God, she was fucking dripping and as tempted as I was to drop to my knees and lick that sweet pussy, I held back waiting for her next move.
Instead, she tensed. “I can’t do this.”
“You can.” I coaxed, keeping my voice low in her ear. “Dip my fingers in your pussy. Slick them with your juices and bring them back to your clit.” She did as I asked. Keeping my fingers on her clit, she began slow circular movements. Her body jerked with each brush of roughened pad to sensitive flesh. “Don’t rush it, sweetheart. Take your pleasure. Give your body what it wants.”
And as the pressure built, I leaned down and pressed my lips to her neck. Even though I wanted this seduction to be guided by her, I couldn’t resist the need to taste her skin, to remember her softness. She tipped her head to the side, giving me more access, and I dragged my tongue along the length of her neck, kissing and nibbling every exposed inch I could reach. With each sweep of my tongue, she relaxed more and more. Slowly sinking her back to my chest and tucking her head to my shoulder. Her thighs falling apart, gave her undulating fingers a wider berth and allowed me to watch our hands move between her spread thighs. When she slid two of my fingers through her folds, she moaned, flexing her hips and thrust up, her body now desperate for more. I rested my free hand on her hip, keeping her in place.
With each slide over her clit, she grew wetter and wetter and thrust up a little more. Holding my breath, I stayed still, trying not to grind against her soft ass and left her to guide my fingers as she wanted. When she moved her free hand to cup her breast, my lids slid shut. I ached to drop her to the floor and fuck the breath out of her. She moved my fingers lower to her opening and slipped two inside just a fraction. I opened my eyes when she thrust up once more and pushed my fingers deeper. Fuck, she was drenched, her thick cream coating my fingers like a second skin, and my mouth watered to taste her.
Her hand dropped from her breast. She angled my thumb to stay on her clit, keeping the pressure firm while she rode my fingers, thrusting harder and faster. Her whimpers grew into delectable moans I wanted to swallow. I knew she wouldn’t last long and kissed her neck. Her pussy tightened, getting ready to come, and I feared I’d come in my pants with her. I allowed her two more thrusts and then pulled my hand away.
“What the—” she cried out on a frustrated exhale, her body tense in irritation.
“The nights still young, sweetheart,” I whispered against her neck as her breathing eased. She mumbled something under her breath. I chuckled. Never come between a woman and her orgasm. I was so looking forward to getting to know the new version of my wife while finding the older one. “Ready to tell me what you want?” When there was no response, I moved slightly. “Stand up.”
She pulled her robe together and stood. Her brow lined in a deep frown, she kept her gaze on the floor. Her flushed cheeks the only indication of her near orgasm.
“Look at me.” She did.
