“Have a taste of pleasure and get addicted?”
Her eyes blaze at me. “Maybe.”
Then her hand sinks back into my hair, rough and teasing. Our mouths brush, and her hips churn, and I know just how to push her.
“You want me to touch you, wife?”
Her whimper is a spear to my heart.
“Right here at my desk? Do you want me to slide my hand under those shorts and test how wet you are for me?”
God, her breathing goes haywire.
I’m rock fucking hard, enjoying the small little moves of her hips seeking pleasure.
“Do you want to ride my face, soak my beard with your cum?” I guide her over my jean-clad hard-on, earning a moan. “You want to learn to reciprocate? Take my cock in your mouth. Have me teach you how to swallow it down?”
Because I fucking want that.
I want to be the one to show her how good it can feel to take a cock. Mouth. Pussy. Ass.
She’s going to learn to enjoy all of it. With the appetite she’s prodding in me. In Doc. In Sin.
And if she wants that, I’m not going to sit out. The hell I’m going to give her up and hand her over willingly.
She’s mine.
Wren’s mouth parts, eyes glazing as we grind together. She’s much further gone than I would have imagined from a little dry humping, but when her whimpers and moans match with the cadence of her hips, I’m convinced she’s about to come.
“That’s right, wife, give into that feeling. Show me what a good girl you are and come for me.” Squeezing a little harder, I work against her as her back bows, her nails dig into my shoulders, and her mouth makes a perfect O when she climaxes.
I can’t deny myself what I want any longer. I swing her up, plant her on my desk, stalk to the door to lock it, and return to tear her shorts down her long shapely legs, spreading her open and dipping for a taste. I’m starving.
And she’s soaked in sweetness.
Her cry echoes around me as I suck on her swollen clit. Lips, teeth, beard, I use every texture and technique to make hersquirm, to draw out those tiny noises that she tries so hard to bite back.
Hips arch to meet my mouth, silently begging me for more.
I have no qualms about giving her what she wants, putting the pressure on her clit so that she comes across my tongue. She’s loud this time, like I ripped the pleasure right out of her.
What I don’t give her is a break. I don’t retreat at the sound of her whimpers. I hold onto her shaking thighs and shove my tongue inside her, lapping at her until she’s wriggling from a new build.
Fuck. I forgot how much I missed this. Having my wife at the mercy of my appetite.
And Wren seems to be able to take it. God, I hope so. I have a lot of time to make up for.
Her whines dig into me the same way her fingers dig into my hair, pulling and pushing like she can’t decide if she wants more or if it’s too much.
I circle a fingertip around her entrance, rewarded with a delighted whimper. It’s all I need to thrust it inside of her. She’s so tight, gripping me firmly. There’s no way I could fit her like this. Even as properly worked up as she is.
Not that I planned to take her virginity. Not today.
But when it’s time, I’ll have to take proper care of her. Some of that starts now.
I work her open to another finger, twisting and searching until the sweetest, animalistic noise falls free of her throat. Wrensuddenly becomes pliable, ready for anything I might want to give her.
Note taken, wife.
