Red Hot Letters to My Husband(7)

I arched my back and gasped. I wrapped my hand around the scarf and held on to it, glad for its anchor.

Tom massaged the oily wax into my boob with his free hand, causing a glow of pleasure.

He lifted the container and looked at me, his eyes dilated. “Again?”

I nodded.

Wax burned over my right breast this time. I felt a splash of pain, followed by ricochets of pleasure that arrowed down to between my legs. My clit began to throb and my pussy began to ache. This candle play was pretty good.

Tom massaged again before running a stream from one nipple to the other. Placing the container down, he used two hands to massage my boobs. He slid his cock forward between the two mounds and massaged them around the thick length. I loved how he expanded on my original idea.

“You feel so fucking hot,” Tom said.

“I feel hot. My pussy’s pulsing hot.”

Tom lifted away from me.

I cried out in protest.

“We’re only just starting, sweetheart. Roll over.” Tom helped me roll onto my stomach.

Now I understood why he had only used one tie. The scarf was twisted around with my arms still above my head. It was too awkward to look behind me so I waited blindly. My breath thickened and I tensed not sure when I would feel the next splash of wax. I didn’t have to wait long.

A drop hit the top of my back. Pleasure and pain streaked through me. The wax was hotter than before. Tom had moved on to the pillar candle.

“Tell me if it gets too much.”

A burning trail descended my back. Each splash was a point of pleasure pain that had my pussy clenching in reaction.

When he reached my bottom, he spread the cheeks apart.

I tensed.

“Tell me if you want to stop.”

“Do it.”

Burning heat invaded my crack.

I cried out with the pleasure pain and my legs writhed in ecstasy.

Tom slid a hand between my legs. “Are you feeling hot Sherry?”

“I’m burning up. I need you inside me.”

Tom slipped a finger inside and I gasped my pleasure, trying to thrust down on the invasion. My pussy was aching to be filled. It wanted more than just a finger.

“I can’t believe how wet you are.” Tom’s voice was a husky gravelly growl of excitement.

He withdrew his finger.

I wriggled my ass. “More,” I demanded.

“I don’t think you’re hot enough.” Tom flipped me on to my back.

“I am, baby, I am,” I cried, spreading my legs. “I want you inside me.”

Tom gave my pussy an appreciative view. “Not yet.”

He picked up the candle and began to drip it from my hips to my pubic hair. When he reached it he went back up to my hips and drew another trail, until he’d drawn a triangle of dots stretching from hip to hip and arrowing down. I’d never realised what an erogenous zone my hips were until those burning drips ignited a fire inside me.

Tom put down the candle and sat back on his heels and admired his handiwork. “A pathway to heaven.”

My pussy was throbbing and empty. I writhed and pleaded for him to enter me.

“Are you burning up?”

“Yes,” I shrieked. “I’m going to go up in flames. Fuck me, Tom, before I die.”

He smiled in triumph then plunged his cock inside.

“Yes,” I screamed in relief. The initial stretch of his entry was divine and when he was fully seated my pussy pulsed around his cock in welcome.

I yanked at my hands, wanting to grab his ass and slam him deep inside me.

Tom stilled and watched my writhing struggles with amusement.

“Are you hot and bothered?”

“Yes. Fuck me harder.”

“Fuck me harder, what?” he teased.

“Fuck me harder, please,” I growled back at him. Tom was pretty good at this control stuff.

Tom plunged in deeper and I arched my back in pleasure.

Reaching over, Tom picked up the candle again.

A hot drop hit my nipple.

As my womb clenched, Tom slammed inside me again.

“Do it again.”

Another drop on my nipple. As my pussy pulsed in reaction, Tom drove his cock deep.

“Yes, yes.”

Drop. Slam. Drop. Slam.

I screamed as my body clenched around him as I went up in flames.

Tom slammed himself home one final time and arched his back in ecstasy as his cock pulsed deep inside me. Breathing hard, he reached over and placed the candle down.

Tom withdrew and gave me a cocky grin. “Was that hot enough for you?”

“I think we nearly set the place on fire.”

Tom gave a satisfied smile before he rolled off the bed and went to the ensuite.

He came back and started to tenderly clean me up with a wash cloth. “Are you okay?”

I nodded. “That was pretty intense. I’d have to rate that in my top ten orgasms. Now, I can barely move.”