“Nuh-uh,” she chided. “You’ll take what I give you and thank me for it.”
My fingers dug into the armrests. That was the only way to keep myself from reaching for her.
She continued her little strip show, lifting her dress to reveal that scar I’d traced with my tongue more times than I could count, then her soft stomach and perky breasts, before the garment finally cleared her head and was discarded. A quick flick of her wrist behind her back, and her lace bra fell away, leaving my beautiful wife standing naked before me.
“Put me out of my misery, baby,” I begged. “Sit on my cock.”
“Not yet.” She turned, giving me the perfect view of her heart-shaped ass as she sauntered toward her nightstand, where I knew she kept her stash of toys.
Oh, fuck yes.
Unlike some guys, I’d never felt threatened by female pleasure aides. Maybe it was because I never left a woman unsatisfied in bed; I was able to view them as a teammate during oursexual activities instead of worrying they would become my replacement.
Whatever item she selected, Arizona kept it concealed behind her back upon her return.
“Show me,” I commanded.
With the sexiest smirk, she brought forth a shining silver butt plug, pressing the tip of it to my lips. “Open.”
She didn’t have to ask me twice. I instantly obeyed, sucking the curved metal into my mouth.
Her pupils blew wide as she watched on, her chest heaving with each ragged inhale. “That’s it. Get it nice and wet for me.”
Maybe I should let her take charge in bed more often, because this was hot as fuck.
Arizona pulled the plug away and inspected the saliva-slickened surface.
“That’s not enough lube, baby.”
She leaned in, licking a path up the side of my neck until her mouth was right beside my ear. “I like a little bit of pain.”
Well, fuck me dead.
Withdrawing, she crossed the room, bending over the mattress and spreading her legs, putting her mouthwatering cunt on full display. My cock wept, desperate to sink inside her warmth.
With one hand, she spread her cheeks, then used the other to tease the plug past that tight ring of muscle. There was the tiniest whimper when she met resistance, but she kept going until it was fully seated, the bright blue jewel at the base sparkling in the sunlight.
When she stood, her hips shifted, and her head dropped back on a moan. My fingers flexed, itching to wrap the long brown hair trailing down her back around my fist.
“Baby, please.” My voice came out strained.
Spinning on her heels, my wife moved closer with an exaggerated sway of her hips. She leaned over me, putting her peaked nipples right in my face.
I was helpless to resist temptation and pulled one of them into my mouth, teasing it into a sharp point with my teeth.
“Mmm.” Arizona’s moan floated toward the ceiling as she clutched my head closer to her breast.
The next thing I knew, she was climbing onto the armchair, straddling me.
Heat radiated from her cunt, and I raised my hips off the cushions, my throbbing dick desperate to make contact.
The head of my cock grazed the slickness of her arousal, and my mouth popped off her tit so that I could let out a loud groan. “Need you.”
“And you’ll have me,” Arizona promised. “When I’m good and ready.”
It was official: I wasn’t going to survive this sexual encounter.
She gripped my shaft, positioned it at her entrance, and the loudest sigh of relief heaved from my chest. But my wife only chuckled darkly. “Don’t get too excited.”
