I keep doing it. Deep strokes, steady pressure on her clit, my mouth on hers, then on her throat, then back to her tits because I like the way she trembles when I suck her nipple while fingering her.
Her pussy gets wetter around my hand.
She’s close. I feel it in the tightening of her body, in the way her thighs shake, in the desperate little movements of her hips as she rides my fingers.
“Come for me,” I say.
She shakes her head once, panicked by how close she is. “I can’t.”
“You can.”
“It’s too much.”
“That means you can.”
I press harder on her clit and push my fingers deeper.
She comes, mewling loudly, her pussy clenching around my fingers, her whole body locking under my hand. I watch her through it. Her flushed face. Her parted lips. Her tits rising with every broken breath. She’s beautiful when she loses control.
I keep my hand on her until the last tremor leaves her body. Then I slide my fingers out slowly. She looks at me, dazed and furious, like she resents how much I’ve learned about her in so little time.
I bring my wet fingers to my mouth and taste her.
Her eyes widen. “Yaromir.”
The shock in her voice makes my cock throb.
I lean down and kiss her, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moans into my mouth and pulls at my belt. The sound of the buckle opening cuts through the room. Her hands are shaking, but she keeps going. Button. Zipper. Then her fingers slide inside my trousers and close around my cock.
I stop breathing.
For all her nervousness, she looks directly at me when she touches me. Her hand is soft, warm, unsure at first. Then she feels how hard I am, how heavy, how badly I want her, and something like wonder crosses her face.
“You’re so hard,” she whispers.
“For you.”
Her fingers tighten, and a rough sound leaves me.
Her mouth parts slightly, and her hand moves again, stroking my cock with slow curiosity. The innocence of it is obscene. She has no practiced rhythm, no polished confidence. She’s learning from my face, from my breathing, from the way my hand grips the table beside her.
I have never been more turned on in my life.
“Like this?” she asks.
My jaw tightens. “Yes.”
She strokes again. My hips push into her hand before I can stop them.
Her eyes darken. She likes that. She likes making me react.
Dangerous wife.
I catch her wrist before I come in her hand like a boy. “Enough.”
She looks almost disappointed. “Already?”
I laugh once, low and rough. “If you want me inside you tonight, yes.”
