Her full breasts are a perfect tease, and I can’t help a groan before my gaze skids lower to her slender waist, her belly button, and then south, to her sex. Thin white elastic rests on her hip bones, but everything else is bare except for a tiny embroidered triangle. And if that’s not enough, she’s wearing fucking garters.
“It’s good you w-were in your wed-ding gown until now. Otherw-wise, I’d have embar-rassed myself. I c-can’t believe you’re w-wearing this.” My fingers skim over the lace tied on her thighs, and she shivers.
“Me too, but your sisters-in-law are surprisingly crazy for lingerie.”
“I don’t want to th-think about my s-sisters right now.” I groan, thumping my forehead against the soft skin of her shoulder. My dick is rock hard, even after she sucked me off, and now seeing her like this, I fear I’ll really embarrass myself.
“Then show me you want me. Fuck me, Zane.”
Jesus! Do good girls speak like this?
If she wasn’t standing before me, I wouldn’t even believe those words came out of her mouth. I take another deep breath, composing myself.
My hands fucking tremble when I palm her breasts and rub my thumbs over her nipples. “Are you tr-rying to boss me around in th-the bedroom, w-wife?”
The familiar tease in her eyes returns. “No bossing, hubby. I want us to be…just us. Equals. I want you to be…you.”
She wants me. My crazy brain can’t stop repeating her words and the courage they give me. I push her onto the bed and crawl on top. Her hands glide over my chest to my shoulders before locking behind my neck.
“Don’t make me wait much longer.” Her sweet voice is filled with love, desire, and emotion. She kisses me, pressing her soft body with mine. Her bra chafes my hot skin, and the feel of her wet sex over my cock, separated by her flimsy excuse of underwear, snaps my control. I kiss her long and deep, my tongue crawling inside her mouth without any inhibition.
I move her legs apart with my knee, and she’s my willing partner as her feet lock around my waist. Our breathy groans mingle as my lips hover above hers before descending lower. I kiss her neck, lick her collarbone, before kissing the soft swell of her breasts. I push the fabric of her bra lower to reveal the most perfect tits—round, firm, creamy mounds with hard pink nipples.
I don’t need any experience or training on how to love her body. Cupping her left breast in my hand, I lower my head and lick a slow circle around her nipple. She groans, telling me I’m doing everything right, and my chest inflates with pride. Following her cues, I ravish her other breast. Her back arches and she writhes.
Getting up from the bed, I look down at her breathing heavily. I take off my pants and boxers before sliding my fingers in the elastic of her thong. My heart races as I pull it down and place my teeth on her garter. I can’t fucking believe this man is me, dragging her underwear down with his hands and that sheer garter fabric with his teeth, all the while licking the length of her leg. She’s finally bare naked, her breasts rising and falling in sync with her breathing.
Vienna once again locks herself around me when I climb on top of her. Her hands move over my back, and her feet dig into my ass. My mouth is unyielding on top of hers as we move against each other.
Holy fuck!
I can’t believe this is my first feeling of flesh on flesh, because I don’t feel the nervousness. My cock is like a rock between us, and she’s rubbing herself on it, making me crazy.
My hand glides down from her quivering stomach to stroke her sex, and goddammit, she is so fucking wet. I push her lips apart, finding her clit, and she groans.
Our lips fight for control as I finger her. She’s wet, tight, and all mine. Lost in a frenzy, her hands frantically roam over me before moving to my ass and trying to pull me between her legs. The head of my cock rubs against her opening. I don’t know how my brain manages to think about protection.
“Vi, w-wait.”
“What?” She eagerly pulls me closer.
But before I forget, I blurt, “Cond-dom?”
And fucking hell. I don’t have a condom in the house.
Why would I? I’m a twenty-eight-year-old virgin for fuck’s sake.
“I d-don’t have one on me.” I groan with frustration and something inside me wants to claw at everything keeping me away from the greatest pleasure—my wife.
“My bag,” Vienna rasps. “Your sisters packed a whole fucking sex pouch.” She pushes me off the bed, and I waste no time grabbing her bag from the doorstep.
I hunt for a black pouch and dump the contents on the bed beside her. Condoms. Vibrator. Bottle of lubricant, anal beads, and some things I don’t recognize.
“Holy sh-shit. I don’t know if I should be th-thankful or embar-rassed.”
“Zane, just be turned on and nothing else.” She groans. “I’ll die if you don’t come back.”
And I need no more coaxing. Leaving everything else for future assessment, I roll a condom over my length all the while thanking God that it slid on easily and go back to my wife. “Are you r-ready?” I ask, grabbing my cock and rubbing the head between the wet lips of her sex.