She laughed as the lust pounded in her clit. He was still wearing his trousers and it turned her on to know he was semi-clothed while she was practically naked. She bent to peel off her panties.
“No,” he said. “Keep them on.”
Samira smirked. “But they’ll get wet.”
He shrugged. “Just how I like your panties, sweetheart.”
He held out his hand and helped her climb into the sudsy water. She felt warm and rosy – the Champagne had gone to her head and Ivan’s dominating sexiness was making her feel ultra-aroused.
She sunk down into the water, getting herself completely wet and soapy, then she stood up. He watched with his hand in his pants, unable to resist touching himself now. She was proud to put on a show for him. She grabbed some bubbles and rubbed them into her breasts, making them plump up even more, then she delved her fingers into her wet panties, feeling naughty and sexy. She skimmed her fingers over her clit with one hand, while massaging the bubbles into her breasts with the other hand. He stepped forward and kissed her hard on the lips, then he made his way down to lick the bubbles from her rock-hard nipples.
He gripped her hips and peeled off her wet panties. “You’re so fucking sexy, Mrs. Quinlan.”
“As are you, my husband.”
He reached down and fondled her thigh, then he crept his fingers up to her straining pussy, which was desperate for him to take her hard.
“Like it?” he whispered.
“Oh… yes.”
He wrapped his arm around her ass and pulled her forward while circling the fingers of his other hand around the opening of her pussy. She ground her hips against him. He kissed his way down her body and flicked her clit with his tongue, then plunged his fingers deep inside her, stimulating her G-spot.
Samira’s breathing became heavy and her head started to swirl. She felt herself almost start to come, but Ivan pulled away.
“Not yet, babe. I’ve got plans for you in the bedroom. It involves my cock thrusting into your tight little body hard and fast.” He held out his hand to help her out the bath. “Coming?”
“Definitely!”
Ivan wrapped Samira up in a toweling bathrobe – then he picked her up and carried her to the bed, where they kissed.
“God I love you,” she gasped. She pulled away and gazed into his eyes. His hair was ruffled and his eyes were full of desire. “I wish we were both virgins,” she said. “We could give each other our virginity.”
He gazed at her pensively. “It would be romantic. But not much chance… unless…”
“What?”
“You ever done anal?”
She laughed, feeling lust rush over her at the thought. “No. Have you?”
“No. How about it?”
“I’d like that.”
“We’ll need some lube.”
Samira thought about this for a moment. “I’ve got some Vaseline. I’ll go grab it.”
She padded back with the lubricant, and clambered onto the bed.
“On your hands and knees, sweetheart,” Ivan said, gently pushing her down.
Samira did as she was instructed. She glanced back and saw him positioning himself on the bed behind her in all his masterful masculine glory. He knelt close behind her, then he grabbed her hips and rubbed his cock between her thighs.
“You’re such a bad girl, Samira,” he growled.
Samira tilted her hips up and giggled. She felt like a naughty girl deserving some delicious punishment. She knew she there was nothing inherently bad about this, but pretending there was made it much more arousing.