Fake Summer Wife

He released me just long enough to remove his tie. My hands flew up to start unbuttoning his shirt without thought. Maybe I really was becoming bolder. Or maybe my body was finally kicking my mind out of the way and taking what it needed.

As I slipped off his shirt, I barely managed to hold back a tiny choked noise. His torso was a beautiful sculpture I knew already I would never be able to explore enough. My fingers danced across every curve and dip, as my mouth pressed to the center of his chest.

“Claudia,” he murmured huskily, “I need to taste you.”

It wasn’t quite clear whether he meant it as a command or a request, but I nodded, sitting down on the bed and crawling backward.

Vaughan lay over me, sucking my nipple between his lips until I squealed. He knew precisely when to be gentle, and when to be firm. I almost giggled when I realized the head of a construction company would know all about balance of all kinds.

His sexy mouth brushed against mine again as he murmured, “I’ve been wanting to check something all night, gorgeous.”

His hand skimmed down my stomach to dip into my panties, where I’d been wet from the second he picked me up in the front hallway. As that thick middle finger dragged slowly through my crease, I moaned loudly.

“Mmm, baby, you’re soaked.”

Gasping, I nodded. “Yes.”

He kissed me again, his tongue caressing mine as his finger lightly explored my most sensitive skin. His other hand closed around my breast, making me whimper as my back arched, eager to place myself in his hands. Feeling Vaughan’s powerful body over mine made me feel delicate. As if I somehow contrasted against his strength.

My hips began to wriggle, eagerly moving my pussy against his finger so that it would brush against my clit. I looked up to see Vaughan’s eyes clenched, almost as if he were in pain.

“You’re so sexy. I’ve never been anywhere near a woman as gorgeous as you are, and this…the way you’re moving. The way we’re so hot for each other. It’s almost more than I can stand, baby.”

His next kiss was molten. Almost dangerous. Gasping against his mouth, I wondered if it was possible to pass out from being so aroused.

Then he kissed a path lower, swirling and looping around my breasts, taking time to feast on each nipple slowly before moving lower.

He slipped off my panties, spreading my legs as he settled himself between them. My core tightened as his rough hands slipped up my inner thighs. It felt like he was quivering w

ith anticipation as well.

His thumb slipped gently along the grooves at the very top of my legs, teasing me before moving inward. My abdomen compressed as I tried to stop my hips from moving as he ran his thumbs along my labia while staring into my naked pussy.

Words completely failed me as he nudged me open, then dragged a fingertip slowly around my clit. His gentle touch left me breathless and overheated, as he explored me softly, as if every inch of me was the most delicate fine china.

“So beautiful,” he murmured.

Vaughan turned his head to scrape his teeth along my inner thigh, making me whimper. Then he darted forward to drop his mouth to my center, kissing and lapping until I couldn’t control my noises anymore. His hot breath against my wet skin, the stroke of his tongue circling my entrance, every single touch, made my entire body quiver helplessly.

I’d never felt empty before, but as soon as his thick middle finger began to slip inside, I had a deep need to be filled. Vaughan’s lips latched onto my clit, sucking and licking as he began to stroke deeper.

“I need you soaking wet, baby,” he murmured as those dazzling green eyes stared up at me. “Can you be a good little wife for me and come on my tongue?”

Why did his words cause my mind to disintegrate? Because he kept calling me his wife, or because he was talking dirty to me when I was already so close to the edge?

Goosebumps were prickling my arms as I reached down to grip his hair, holding his mouth tightly against me.

Somehow I wasn’t even embarrassed by my desperation. My body had taken control and was completely in charge. I had no idea that a climax with a man would be a thousand times more intense than the few times I’d tried on my own.

I loved that Vaughan was older, with more life experience. I loved how he took control. And I was nearly delirious from realizing that I was already completely in love with him.

His eyes blazed as he lapped harder, digging in as his finger moved faster, deeper. His other hand gripped my hip, holding me still as I could no longer control my squirming.

“Please,” I begged shamelessly, not even knowing what I wanted. “Please.”

His tongue raked over my swollen button more steadily as he realized I was getting close. My breath came out in irregular pants as I clutched his hair, staring deeply into his eyes.

Vaughan winked, giving me the tiniest nod as I pitched forward, squealing and gasping as I stared at him, nearly hypnotized as I began to climax. Everything pulled inward, so tight, so hot, before exploding outward in a rush.