"What do you think about?"
"Your hands." Her breath hitches and her fingers move a little faster. "Your mouth. You inside me, stretching me open, making me take every inch."
"Filthy wife, lying in our bed touching herself and thinking about her husband's cock."
"Only you, Ilay. Only ever you."
"Show me how you make yourself come when I'm not there to do it for you."
Her fingers move faster but she's rushing, barely grazing her clit, skipping over the buildup and trying to race to the finish line because she's too desperate to draw it out.
"Stop."
Her hand freezes between her thighs and she looks at me with wide eyes.
"That's not how you do it."
"I was—"
"You're rushing and you're barely touching yourself properly and I know for a fact you can do better than that."
"I'm nervous." Her voice comes out small and breathy. "You're staring at me."
"I'm always going to stare at you because you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen and I will never get tired of looking at you, so you better get used to it."
I stand from the chair and cross the room and push her hand away from her pussy because if she's going to come tonight it's going to be because of me.
"Let me show you how it's done."
"Ilay—"
"Lie back."
She obeys and her red hair fans across the white sheets and her body is laid out before me like an offering and I have to take a breath to steady myself because the sight of her like this never fails to make me feel like a man possessed.
"Wider." I push her thighs apart until she's spread open for me completely. "I want to see everything you have to offer me."
I settle between her legs and bring my fingers to her pussy, finding her slick and swollen and so wet that my fingers slide through her folds with no resistance at all.
"This is how you touch this pretty cunt." I drag one finger through her folds with agonizing slowness, circling her clit but never quite giving her the pressure she needs. "You don't rush because rushing means you miss out on the buildup and the buildup is the best part."
She whimpers beneath me and her hips try to lift off the bed but I press them back down with my free hand.
"Don't move. You lie there and take what I give you and nothing more."
"Please..."
"Please what?"
"More. I need more."
"Greedy cunt, always needing more, never satisfied with what she's given."
I slide two fingers inside her and curl them upward against that spot that makes her legs shake and she cries out and grabs fistfuls of the sheets beneath her.
"Feel that?" I pump my fingers slowly, stretching her open, feeling her walls clench around me. "That's how wet you are for me, dripping down my fingers, soaking the sheets, making a mess of yourself because you can't control how badly you need me inside you."
"I can't help it."
