Her full lips mere inches from mine, slick from her tongue sliding across them, begging for me to taste. And I did. Lowering my head, I slipped my tongue between her soft lips. She needed no further coaxing. With a soft moan, she tilted her head, opened her mouth wider, and glided her tongue over mine. Letting me seduce her into surrender. I slipped my hands around her waist and drew her body tight to mine. Her hands slid up my arms and into my hair, fingers tangling in its length as her mouth grew greedy. God, I’d kissed her twice already, yet this was nothing of sweeter, tastier, and downright delicious. Yet, as I began to learn her mouth, the subtle differences between Krisha then and now, told me she was still exploring and discovering her desires.
When I finally pulled back, I was breathing just as hard as her. With my hand on her hip, I slowly rolled a finger around her swollen lips. “I asked you to tell me what you want. You choose not to. Now I’m telling you what I’m going to give you.” I lifted a brow. She nodded. I dropped my hands to my sides and took a step back. “I want you naked on that table.” I gestured to the kitchen and then turned back, noticing her flaming cheeks. Was that embarrassment or desire? I inched closer, my hands lifting to the soft sash of her robe. “I’m going to eat your pussy until you’re begging to come...” Her eyes widened, pupils dilating just as quickly. I pulled the knot and the lapels opened, giving me a sneak peek at the cleft between her breasts. “First, I’m going to give you a front-row seat to me jerking off...” I ran a lazy finger over the outline of one dark brown nipple. The bud tightened even as her tongue snaked nervously over her lips. My cock gave a little nod of appreciation. I flicked a finger over the bud and she jerked, her breath fracturing. “Then I’m going to come...” She swallowed, her pulse a frenetic beat I could feel against her skin. I dragged my finger up her chest, skimmed her neck and ran it slowly over the shape of her lips. “...all over this sexy as fuck body, painting your flushed skin until it glistens with my cum...” She gasped, her tongue darting out to lick her lips and my finger in the process.
“I’m dirty, Ash but my cock hardens at the thought of showing a chef how enticing filthy can be.” Her cheeks bloomed a deeper shade of red. For each word I uttered, I took a step forward, and she a step back. We carried on this dance until I had her where I wanted. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.”
“Take off your robe.” She hesitated. “I’ve just had my fingers in your pussy.”
She lifted her hand and slowly pushed the fabric from her shoulder, the silky material caressed her skin like a skilled lover, as it slipped down her body and pooled around her bare feet. Expecting her to cover herself, I smiled when her fingers dug into her thighs as though tempted to do so. I took a moment to run my gaze over her beautiful body, eager to lean forward and roll my lips over those dark brown nipples, to bite down on the enticing buds that were slowly hardening under my gaze. She looked at me. Urging me to touch, to kiss. Trusting me to give the pleasure I promised and was all the confirmation I needed. Grasping her waist, I lifted her onto the table, pushing her thighs apart, my hungry gaze fell to her glistening pussy
“Lie back, knees up, sweetheart.” Her movements slow, she lay down. I walked around to stand where her head lay. Again, I asked, “Ready to tell me what you want?”
This time she answered, “Yes.” At my raised brow, she replied, “You.”
I pulled off my t-shirt. “What about me?”
Tilting her head, her gaze swept my bare chest, staying on my nipples a fraction longer. “I want you to fuck me.”
“I think you want more than just me fucking you.” From this angle, her nervous swallow was a lot more pronounced. “What are you afraid of, sweetheart?” She frowned then shook her head. “Are you afraid of cheating on your husband?”
She seemed to contemplate my question, thought better of what she was about to say then said, “Yes.”
“I think you’re more afraid of admitting your desires than cheating on your husband,” I pointed out. Irritation snapped her brow into a deep line. She moved to get up. I kept her in place with a gentle hold on her shoulders. “Keep running and you might miss out,” I taunted.
“I needed you to fuck me. Not lecture me on your opinions,” she huffed. Did I hit a nerve?
Her sass turned me on something stupid. “Snap at me all you want, sweetheart, but we both know if I drag my fingers through your pussy, I’ll find you wet and greedy for me to fuck you.”
“Whatever.” She narrowed her gaze at me. “I think I’d rather watch a movie.”
“You sure about that?” I dropped my pants releasing my hard as fuck dick.
Hesitation rendered her speechless the same time her eyes zeroed in on my cock. Even upside down, her awareness was palpable. She licked her lips and I grinned, earning a smirk when she noticed me watching her. Before she could say anything, I yanked her forward until her head hung over the edge of the table and rolled the tip of my cock over her lips. The plump flesh parted on instinct followed by a soft moan when I edged in slightly, her teeth grazing the skin. Her tongue darting up lick the slit.Fuck.
“Changed your mind, sweet—” She swallowed me all the way to the hilt, cutting off my words. “Fuck.” I gripped the table, my knees threatening to give out as she deep-throated me. Her boldness was unexpected. Krisha had always been fun but the woman she was now, was brazen almost like beneath her tentative exterior, laid hidden fantasies waiting to be explored. The knowledge was both surprising and mindblowing. Discovering my wife’s new identity was going to be fun.
I watched her throat work my cock, my need escalating, threatening my control of this game I intended playing to unleash those desires. Shoving down the pressing throb to take what I wanted, to fuck that sweet, warm mouth until my cum dripped down her throat, I pulled away and heard her frustrated groan. “Not yet, sweetheart.” I slid her body down slightly so her head no longer hung over the side.
I walked around the table, running one hand from her shoulder, over her breast, across her stomach, and down her thigh, as I went. Lips pursed, her fiery grays followed me, yet she couldn’t hide the gooseflesh that pebbled her skin. I smirked.
“Stop teasing me, Trent. I need you. Unless you’re not as hungry as I am,” she taunted.
I knew what she was doing—goading me to fuck her. Clever girl. “You have no idea how hungry I am, sweetheart, so don’t question my reason to fuck you.” Stopping between her legs, I slipped a hand between her thighs, dragged a finger through her wet slit, rolling her clit under a roughened pad. “Or, I might leave you to starve a little longer.”
Moaning, she thrust up, hoping to garner more friction. I moved my hand away and she cursed.
“Spread your legs, Ash, Show me your pussy.” I gave my cock a couple of long strokes.
Surprisingly, she complied. Bending her knees, she placed her feet flat on the table and spread her thighs wide showing me every inch of her pink, wet pussy. A groan crested deep in my abdomen, thundered up my chest, and spewed from my lips. My mouth watered to taste. I gripped my cock harder, my strokes longer, faster, my eyes devouring every delicious curve, flex, and line of her body.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Just like I remembered. “All I want to do is fuck you so hard until we both can’t breathe.”
A soft moan fell from her lips mingling with mine as I stroked my dick harder.
“Watch me, sweetheart.” Her eyes wide, she did. I cupped my balls and squeezed my cock. Then she touched herself, rolling two fingers over her clit. “Fuck,” I bit out before my orgasm barreled down my spine, wrenching another sharp curse from my lips. I inched closer and she arched her back, thrusting her breasts up. “Move your hand, I’m going to paint you with my cum.” She did and I groaned my release. Thick, white spurts ripped from my body, coating her stomach, her breasts, her neck. “Christ.” I shuddered, breathing hard. I wiped the last droplet clinging to my cock, on her thigh.
Hovering over her, I gripped the table for support. “Perfection,” I panted. She squirmed, pushing up her tits glistening with cum, her eyes brilliant with greed following my every move. I loved the unashamed lust staining her pink cheeks. Smoothing my palm on her thigh and in slow circular movements, I spread the cum over her skin. When I reached her breast, I licked the drops coating her silky skin, taking my time to bite and tease her nipple into hard buds, her soft whimpers fanning my ears. I swept a finger through a thick smear on her chin and rolled it over her lips. “Suck it.”
