“You like this?” he asked, as he leaned forward and took her right nipple in his mouth, teasing the sensitive flesh through the lace of her bra.
“Yes!” she cried out, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Oh yes!” she gasped out when he pulled the material down lower, eliminating the lace.
“Tell me what else you like,” he directed, as he moved over to the other breast, giving it equal attention.
“More,” she whispered, curling her body towards his mouth.
“More of what?” he demanded. “You are a very eloquent woman, Shantra. Tell me what you like.”
Her fingers were fumbling, trying to unbutton his shirt, but his fingers were moving along her thighs. Her own fingers froze in anticipation.
“Do you like this?” he asked when his thumbs slipped underneath the satin of her underwear, teasing the swollen flesh hidden there.
“Yes!” she cried, shifting her body so that he would touch her where she needed his fingers.
“How badly do you want me to touch you here?” he asked and pressed his fingers closer, teasing her body.
“Badly,” she begged, biting her lip as her hips shifted, trying to get him to touch her exactly… “There!” she screamed. “Please, Laithir.”
What had started off as a fun adventure, a test of sorts for Laithir to see if he could distract Shantra from her anger, had turned into something much more powerful. Watching her now, he realized it had been almost fourteen hours since he’d been inside of her heat. He understood that he’d become addicted to her, and had fought the urge to see her all day today. But now he was here, she was wet and begging for him. The test was over and he wasn’t even sure if he’d been testing his willpower to stay away from her, or testing her responses to him. At the moment, he didn’t care. All he wanted to do was sink into her heat and bury himself in her warmth.
Ripping her satin underwear off, he unzipped his pants and, with minimal finesse, he shifted so that he was at her entrance. “Tell me you want me,” he ordered, holding her hips still, even while she tried to find his erection.
“I want you,” she groaned. “Please, Laithir. Don’t do this,” she begged, her hands moving from his shoulders to his hair, gripping and pulling in her desperation to have him fill her up. “Please,” she almost sobbed.
With her words, he pulled her hips forward and, with a shudder, pulled her down onto his shaft. For a long moment, he held her still, allowing her body to absorb his size. She was most likely still tender from the past three days, he reminded himself. But then she wiggled, and all of his good intentions were once again thrown out the window.
“Shantra,” he whispered her name, making it a caress as he lifted her hips, showed her how to move. “Look at me,” he said and lifted a hand to cup her jaw as he held her gaze, while she moved up and down on his erection.
Her mouth opened and her breathing was shallow as she shifted against him, finding her pleasure. It was such a turn on for him, watching her learn how to move, helping her find a rhythm. He could barely hold back. When he felt himself tighten, when his control was almost gone, he reached down and helped her, pressing his thumb against that swollen nub and then almost lost it when she screamed out, her head falling backwards as she found her release. He grabbed her hips and with one more thrust, found his own climax. He felt her arms wrap around his neck and did the same with his arms around her waist, holding her close as the waves of pleasure surged and pounded, roaring through his ears and his body. After what felt like hours, they both slowly drifted back to reality.
When he lifted his head again, it was to find that his lovely, sexy wife was burying her face against his neck, her body sated and draped against him in the most erotic pose.
“You okay?” he asked, sliding his hands up and down her back.
She nodded, still not pulling her face from his neck and he couldn’t stop his laughter. “You can’t hide yourself from me, Shantra,” he teased. His hands moved lower, cupping her bottom.
That got her to sit up quickly and he looked into her soft, brown eyes. “Your hands!” she grabbed his wrists and tried to pull them off of her naked bottom. But he shook his head and nipped at her shoulder.
“Release my hands, Shantra,” he told her, and his fingers shifted along her soft skin.
“No!” she said and tried to pull away. He was still buried deep inside her, and she was shocked at how much she liked him touching her in this naughty way.
“We’re not finished here,” he told her. He ignored her grip and moved his hands up her back. “I don’t think you were finished with your concerns, were you?”