Then, slowly, deliberately, I drag the vibrating toy up her thighs, relishing her whimpers as it teases her wet, eager core. I pause, letting the toy hover just shy of where she wants it most, smiling at her frustrated whine.
She tries to buck her hips, seeking more friction. “Please, Silvo… I need… oh, God, please!”
“You need what, Carmela?” I ask.
“You know what I need,” she bites out, her voice strained. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”
Teasingly, I run the vibrator along her slit, avoiding her clit. “You want to come, don’t you, Carmela? Want to feel that sweet release?”
“Yes! Yes, please, I need to come,” she begs.
“Not yet, beautiful. Not until I’m buried deep inside you.”
“Please, Silvo… I can’t take much more… please let me come.”
My cock throbs at the desperate edge in her voice. “Not yet,” I growl. “Not until I say so.”
With that, I press the vibrator firmly against her clit, sending her close to the edge. Only to back off instantly, making her grunt.
Teasing is an art form. Knowing when to stop, when to start, and when to edge right up to the line.
I continue, building Carmela’s anticipation with the vibrator, her needy whimpers spurring me on. I swipe the toy along her swollen folds, dipping it inside her.
“Please, Silvo...” she gasps. “I’m begging you… let me come.”
The power I hold over her at this moment is heady. With a final swipe of the vibrator, I set it aside, instead delivering a sharp smack to her ass. The pink imprint of my hand stands out against her flushed skin, a mark of my possession.
My wife jerks at the contact, her body shuddering. “Please...” she whimpers.
I free my cock from the confines of my pants, lining myself up with her dripping wet core. Slowly, torturously, I rub the tip of my cock through her folds, not quite entering, but teasing her.
Carmela mewls, bucking her hips in an attempt to impale herself on my length. I hold her hips firmly, preventing her from getting what she craves. “Not yet. Be patient, wife.”
Her cunt is hot and wet, her arousal coating my tip as I play with her. I groan, my control fraying, but I force myself to savor this moment just a little longer.
I tease my cockhead inside her, feeling her greedy muscles clench around me, begging me to fill her. But I pause, grinding my hips in tiny circles. She’s so responsive, so damned perfect, and it takes every ounce of my self-control not to bury myself deep inside her right then and there.
“Silvo, please...” she pants, her body quaking as she struggles against the restraints. “I need you. Please, just fuck me already!”
Hearing my wife beg for me, I know I won’t be able to hold back much longer. I want to feel her heat enveloping me, taking all of me willingly.
I tease her with shallow thrusts, but it’s too much for both of us. With a growl of possessive hunger, I slam into her, claiming every inch of her in one stroke.
Carmela’s cry of pleasure is muffled by the pillow as her inner walls squeeze my cock in the most incredible way. Her release squirts from her cunt, drenching my cock and the sheets.
I grasp her hips, my fingers anchor into her soft flesh as I begin to move. Each thrust is a claim, a reminder that she’s mine. Her body moves as best it can in the restraints, taking every stroke eagerly.
I bite back a groan as her inner muscles flutter around me, her second orgasm washing over her. Her body clenches and releases, again and again, milking my cock, threatening to push me over the edge. I’ve never felt anything like this, and I know I won’t last much longer.
The desire to see her face is overwhelming. I want to watch the expressions cross her features as I take her, so I pull out.
I grasp the ropes binding her wrists behind her back and yank her up. Her eyes spark with surprise at the abrupt motion,but it only serves to fuel the fire burning between us. I reposition her, laying her down on her back.
The ropes bite into her skin, crisscrossing her breasts and marking her thighs, and her legs are spread wide, leaving her exposed and open to me.
I take a moment to admire her, my wife, laid out like a feast. The flush on her chest, the heaving of her breasts, and the hunger in her eyes—it’s all for me.
In one swift motion, I slide into her.
