Overnight Wife

“I know you know how to beg, my lovely wife.” I grin down at her. “I intend to hear you do it again.”

She breathes in sharply as I undo her bra clasp, tugging it off from beneath her shirt. Then, gently, I push her shirt up and out of the way, before my mouth continues its attack.

I trail my tongue down the center of her chest first, following the trail between her breasts, tasting her salty, sweet flavor. At the same time, I cup both her breasts in my hot palms, kneading them gently, her nipples beginning to harden against the flat of my palm.

When she starts to breathe a little faster, I run my thumbs across them, pressing down just hard enough to make the hard little nubs swell beneath the pads of my thumbs. I tilt my face to one side and gently nip at the soft, sensitive skin below her nipples.

She gasps, then sinks into a moan as I suck at the spot now, my lips soothing the bite before I nip her again, a little closer to the nipple.

Both her nipples are rock hard by the time I suck one into my mouth, my tongue toying with her sensitive bud, rolling back and forth across her until her back arches up off the seat.

At the same time, my hands slide down her waist, over the incline of her hips, my fingers digging in just enough to make her twist closer to me, pressing in, eager for the touch. My fingertips reach the hem of her jeans, and I slip beneath them again, toying with the edge of her panties as I shift my mouth to her other breast, licking and sucking until she’s moaning, her breath harder, faster.

I tilt my head back and grin up at her. “Tell me you want your husband to fuck you,” I say.

Her throat works hard with a tight gulp. “I… that’s not… fair,” she manages, her eyes darkening.

I tilt my head with a smirk and shrug one shoulder. “Your call. I’ll do it as soon as you ask me nicely.” My eyes flash when they meet hers, and I can see the resolve in her gaze, the tightening of her jaw as my stubborn, sexy as hell wife decides she’s going to fight me on this.

Just like I’d hoped.

In one smooth motion, I finish undoing the clasp of her jeans and push them down over the arch of her hips. I’m greeted by the sight of bright red panties, silky and thin. It makes me grin.

“Someone was hoping for a naughty encounter when she got dressed this morning,” I point out.

Mara’s face flushes, almost as red as her panties. “Not necessarily.”

I tilt my head, still grinning. “No?” I flatten my hand, slip it underneath her panties. My fingers inch closer and closer to her mound, to the tight little center between her luscious thighs. “So you wear sexy underwear every day then? Good to know…”

“It just helps me feel more confident,” she protests. “When I’m… doing something… new.” Her breath goes softer, hitching, as my fingertips reach the creases of her thighs. I trace one after the next, digging my finger in, pressing against the soft, sensitive skin there. She’s clean-shaven, which only makes my grin wider.

“Something new, hmm?” I arch an eyebrow. “We’ll have to get creative then, since we already did so much…”

Her cheeks flare again, but she arches her hips up to meet my hand, too. “That’s not what I meant.”

“I’m sure.” With that, I shift my hand to the side, spreading the lips of her pussy with my index and middle fingers. She gasps, probably thanks to the cool air in the car. I can already tell just from the sensation of pressing my index finger between her lips, that she’s drenched. Her juices coat my finger in an instant, even more so when I begin to drag it back and forth along the length of her slit, slow and teasing.

Another moan escapes her throat, this one longer, as I circle her entrance with my fingertip.

“You’re so fucking wet, darling.” I smirk down at her, lying beneath me on the leather car seat. “It’s almost like you’re enjoying this.”

She bites her lower lip, and that expression alone is enough to send a fresh jolt of rock-hard desire to my dick. “I… might be,” she admits, breathy with desire.

I push one finger inside her, hard and fast, all the way up to the knuckle. She groans again, bucking up toward me. “Do you want me right here?” I curl my finger inside her, making sure she can feel every inch of it. The tip of my finger pressing hard against her. Then I draw it out slowly, running the tip of my finger over the sensitive skin of her G-spot.