My eyes drift upward to glance over the laptop currently displaying the world’s most exciting market strategy research until they catch on the single sexiest black lace covered leg I’ve ever seen. She’s wearing my favorite cherry red heels–at least I’m assuming the other leg matches–and while I’m not all that into feet, the comehither motion her leg is making has me damn near ready to get on my hands and knees to crawl and worship every inch of her, starting with those fucking fuck-me heels. It should be noted, I’m not the one that likes to crawl in this relationship, but I don’t think there’s anything I wouldn’t do for this woman.
My lips curve into a smirk. This is my favorite game we play. I work on stuff for class and she distracts me from that work, then we end up fucking through the night until I’m damn near late for class the next day.
But that’s the effect she has on me and I'm sure she knows it.
I’d drop everything to give this perfect woman whatever she desires. Except I’m pretty sure she’s not supposed to be here right now.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in class?” I ask with a slight quirk of my brow that she can’t see but I know she can hear it in my tone.
She steps into the open doorway and my breath is knocked from my lungs. With the exception of her thigh-highs and heels, she’s completely naked.
Fuck. My. Life.
So. Fucking. Beautiful.
How can one girl be the literal embodiment of an angel and the devil all at once? When I look at her, time slows and I could swear she’s actually radiating a heavenly glow. The expression on her face, however, tells me she’s in the mood for trouble.
She struts down the hallway–aiming right for me–one foot crossing over the other like she was born to walk a runway. Her perfect more-than-a-handful tits bounce with every step as her crimson locks sway across her back. She stops just before she reaches me, places her feet shoulder width apart and casually moves her arms to rest behind her back. The movement causes her chest to pop out the perfect amount and I can’t help but sit here and admire her beauty.
“I decided I didn’t want to go to class today.”
Closing my laptop, I stand. “Oh yeah? And why is that?”
“Maybe I’m tired of doing what I’m supposed to do and I just want to be bad instead.”
“You know what happens to bad girls, don’t you?” I ask, unable to stop myself from groaning when I catch sight of the moisture glistening along her inner thighs.
“I was kind of counting on it.”
I take a moment to regard my wife. My stunning and perfect wife.
We’ve done things a little backwards by getting married so fast and leaving the majority of ‘learning each other’ for after the vows. Every day I learn something new about her and each time I fall more in love with her than the day before.
Something we’ve recently discussed is her fantasy of being dominated. Of having her power taken away. I’ve listened to her confess that she’s spent the majority of her life working harder than everyone else in the room because it was always expected that she be the best.
My own past and the lifelong demons–well, one particular demon–that linger just below the surface have made me hesitant to oblige her.
But I’ve spent thousands of minutes–millions of seconds–studying her face… her expressions… her movements over the last month and despite the sassy smirk she’s giving me right now, I can see the fatigue that’s taken up residence just underneath the surface. Those emerald eyes are pleading with me to take over so she can let go.
This is new to me–to both of us–but how hard can it be?
Closing the gap between us, I stop in front of her and pause for a moment before reaching my hand between her tanned and toned legs until it’s met with the slickness from her arousal.
“Look how wet you are, Angel.”
She releases a long breath and I know I read her right.
“Think you can do something about that?” she sasses and I slide my hand farther upward until my fingers are teasing her soaked entrance.
“Shut the fuck up and just do what you’re told.” My words are almost a whisper and her surprised gasp causes her mouth to open just enough for my lips to find purchase with hers and my tongue to gain entry.
Her moans melt with mine as we devour each other in an intense and all-encompassing kiss. Her chest heaves as I hoist her up to place her bare thighs around my waist so I can carry her to our bed and defile her.
I toss her onto the bed and she bounces with a giggle. Fuck me.Who knew a giggle could make my dick hard? Well… harder.
Not wanting to waste any time, I reach into the nightstand and pull out the rope I recently bought for exactly this moment should we ever decide to go down this road together. Her eyes widen and I toss it onto the bed, landing it right next to her head.
“Arms up, bad girl,” I order and her compliance is swift and eager.
