Sweet Obsession

After dinner, he tried to call his driver to take him to a hotel, but Garrick asked him to stay the night with us. We ended up playing a game of monopoly while a winter storm raged on outside the windows sending down torrents of fat snowflakes as the fireplace blazed and the soft strains of holiday classics piped through the air.

At the end of the night, with him down the hallway from us, I was still none the wiser. I was still in that strange fog I’d entered when his mother had left. But when Garrick turned to me in bed, I snapped out of it. “We can’t. What if your dad hears us?”

“He won’t.” His big hard hand was resting on my tummy when he said that, so I got distracted. So distracted that the next time I came to my senses, he already had a finger inside me.

I grabbed his wrist and tried pulling it back out, but he bit my neck, and my legs just fell open. I pushed my groin into his hand and tried not to scream when he found that place inside me that always makes me feel better than anything else, my sweet spot, as he’d called it.

I was so close to cumming when I swore I heard the bed creak, which it had never done before, but I was mortified. “Garrick, we can’t.” He pulled away from me, and I thought he was mad when he left the bed and disappeared into the sitting room

I felt tears at the corners of my eyes. Not even one month married, and already he’s sleeping on the couch. He came back seconds later with the cushions from the couch in there and threw them on the floor next to the bed. Without a word, he lifted me from the bed and placed me on the soft cushions before coming down to rest between my legs.

This is not a good idea; I’m sure he’d hear my moans and screams, which is exactly what I hissed at my husband in the darkened room lit only by the moonlit snow that shone through the windows and the fire of another fireplace this one in the master suite. “You’ll just have to figure out a way to keep quiet, then, won’t you?”

He ignored me after that and proceeded to torment me. First, he pressed his fingers on either side of my pussy lips and started moving them around as if he were playing the accordion, this had a strange effect on my body, this closing and opening of my snatch, but then he had the tips of his long fingers pressed against my mound right above my clit where all those nerve endings live.

I was already biting into the back of my hand, and we hadn’t even gotten started yet. My hips moved and gyrated against his seeking mouth when he finally gave up on one torture for the next. My body barely had enough time to come down before I was biting into my flesh as his tongue drove into me. Like little lashes, quick fast, never enough to take me over but enough to leave me balancing on the razor’s edge.

For some reason, my pussy was hotter tonight than ever before. Maybe it’s because there was someone else in the house, an unsuspecting audience, which made no sense as I didn’t want him to hear us at all. But something about the sneaking around factor made me hot and itchy in a place deep inside.

He dipped his tongue in my pussy, then pulled it out to attack my ever-needy clit and continued until I was ready to be filled. I tried telling him this without words but tugging on his hair to drag him up my body, but he resisted and instead took my ass in his hands and lifted me off the bed and onto his tongue.

I went wild then as his nose rubbed against my clit in the perfect spot while he tried to dry my pussy out with his tongue. This time I couldn’t quite muffle the scream all the way, and it only got worst when he chose that exact moment to glide up my body and sink his cock into me.

Only then did I see the fire in his eyes, the need, and something else. All evening he’d played it cool, but I see now that he was angry still. He was fucking into me hard and fast the way I like until his eyes landed on my face where his mother had struck me. “Oh, baby!” Just the love and emotion I heard in his voice was enough to soothe the lingering sting from the blow, and I reached out and cupped his cheek to offer comfort from the raging storm I saw brewing in his eyes.