“I needmore,” she complained.“Please,Kor—I’msoclose.”
I frowned.
“I know you need to come, baby but the only other thingIcan think to do is to suck your nipples or slip my fingers into these little bikini bottoms and stroke your bare pussy,”Itold her.“Doyou want me to do either one of those things?Tohelp give you more stimulation?”
Her eyes went wide, and she shook her head.
“Oh, no!Thatwould be…we would be breaking theUnbreakableLaws—wouldn’t it?”
We technically wouldn’t be breaking theUnbreakableLawsunlessIfull-on fucked her and came inside her…butIdidn’t know if it was wise to say that.Wewere already going a lot further than we should…not thatIwanted to stop.
“ThenIwon’t do that,”Itold her, looking into her eyes.“Iwon’t do anything you don’t want me to do, sweetheart.”
“Thank you,Kor.Oh…maybe we should stop.”
With a frustrated little moan, she pulled away from me.Thenshe looked down at herself.
“Oh myGoddess,Ican’t believe we did that.”
I followed her eyes and saw how damp her bikini bottoms had become…how the fabric was clinging to her spread pussy lips and the aching little bud of her clit.
God,Iwanted nothing more than to drop to my knees, pull that tiny scrap of fabric aside, and worship her with my tongue.Iwas sureIcould make her come that way.AndIwanted to taste her sweet juices.Icould smell her heat in the air, and it was driving me fuckingcrazy.
“I was only feeling the fabric of your suit,”Ireminded her, hoping to make her feel better.“That’sall.Norule-breaking here.”
“I guess you’re right.”Shenodded uncertainly.“Um…I’dbetter get dressed again.It’stime to make something to eat.Areyou hungry for that steak now?”
Not as hungry asIam for you, sweetheart,Ithought but didn’t say.Instead,Inodded.
“Sure.Icould eat.”
“Good, becauseImake a mean steak.”Shenodded at me and gave me a fleeting smile.Thenshe scampered off, leaving me with an aching cock and the warm scent of her feminine need still hanging in the air.
TWENTY
VIVIENNE
OhGoddess,Ican’t believeIdid that!Ican’t believeIlet him touch me like that!
Those were the thoughts rushing through my head asIhurried back to the bathroom.
The woman in the bathroom mirror had a guilty flush on her cheeks.
What was wrong with me?WhywasIacting this way?
I didn’t have any answers—only a whole lot of guilt.Butat the same time,Iwanted to do it again.WhenKorhad been touching me,I’dfelt a deep pleasure building…oneIcouldn’t deny and wanted more of.
Growing up in a strict household,I’dnever been allowed to touch myself.Infact, the only timeI’dtried—and had been caught—my father had tied my hands to my sides for two months every night beforeIwent to bed.Thelesson had stuck and had carried into my marriage—a woman’s body isn’t her own—it’s for the pleasure of her husband.
ButKorhad just given me pleasure just for me, without asking for anything in return.Andhe’d offered to try and give me more by sucking my nipples or slipping his fingers into my bikini bottoms too.
Goddess,Icould just imagine that—letting him take my bare nipples in his mouth to suck as he fingered me down below, those long fingers sliding deep inside me to caress and tease and fill my slippery little pussy…
No, stop it!Stopthinking like this—what’s wrong with you?Iasked myself.I’dspent years never being interested in sex—feeling repelled by it, in fact.AndmyHeatCycleshad been nearly non-existent.
But now…nowIfelt all hot and needy inside.IfIdidn’t know better,Iwould almost thinkIwas having aHeatCyclenow.Butthat was ridiculous, of course—Iwas over the hill and too hold to have anotherCyclenow.
Wasn’tI?
