I nodded. “Come to bed when you’re finished.”
She lifted Hannah from my chest, and I stood, following her toward the hallway and turning lights off as I moved. She veered off toward my old childhood bedroom with Hannah, and I turned the other way toward the master bedroom. I stripped out of my clothes when I entered and crawled into bed.
I picked up a textbook that I’d left on my nightstand, and I tried to immerse myself in business law for a few minutes. But I was already thinking about fucking my wife, and that did something to my brain not entirely conducive with studying. I stared at a page related to contract law, knowing this actually did pertain to my line of business and was likely important to my very profession, but … I saw nothing.
“Whatcha doing?”
I looked up to see Helene standing in the doorway, and I smiled. “Thinking about fucking you.”
She sauntered over to me. “Really? Because it looks like you’re reading.”
“Oh, no. I promise you I’m not.”
She took the book from my hands, taking in the sight of my erection, and her eyes bulged. “Oh, no you’re not. Not unless business law became a lot more interesting than I remember it.”
I smirked at her as she set the book back down on my nightstand, and as she stooped over slightly, I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her down to hover over me. Her face was close to mine, and as she watched my eyes, I pushed my fingers up under her shirt and then down past the waist of her pants, trailing my palm over her belly and down to her *.
My mouth fell open and hers did too when I slid my finger between her * lips. She was wet, and her breath caught in her throat when my finger ran over her clit. She leaned down, sucking the head of my cock into her mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” I cursed as my fingers twisted into her hair. She bobbed up and down, and I watched her lips stretch. She’d taken a step back when she leaned down to my dick, and I couldn’t reach her anymore. Of course, her lips were now wrapped around me, so I couldn’t complain too much about the loss of her cum from my fingertips. Instead of touching her *, I kept my hand on the side of her stomach, caressing gently with my palm as she sucked and licked.
“Kiss me,” I finally demanded when my need to come became too intense.
She pulled up slowly, letting me watch as my dick passed her lips. She leaned to my mouth, toying with me by holding her lips just out of reach. I lunged then, kissing her as I sat up straight and pulled her pants down her legs. She was moaning against my mouth, and I didn’t break from her lips until she was naked from the waist down.
I leaned back, propping my head up on my hands to watch her. She stood up straight and stripped her shirt off over her head, unclasped her bra, and then let it slide off her arms.
She crawled onto the bed between my parted legs, and she leaned back, resting with her head at the foot of the bed. I reached over, grabbed her pillow, and tossed it to her. She pushed it under her head, and then she opened her legs.
I stroked my cock as I stared at her *, and she reached down, parting her lips for me. She was too far away for me to reach out and touch, but she was close enough to see the details—the glossy wetness, the pink skin, the hole I was going to fill. She knew I wanted to look, and she knew I wanted to watch her touch herself too.
So many things were unspoken between us in the bedroom now, and I loved that. I knew she liked to watch me jack off just as much as I liked to watch her touch herself. I also knew when she wanted anal play by nothing more than the way she’d bite her lower lip and take a deep breath as though she wanted to ask the question but couldn’t quite figure out how. She was just shy that way. I always made her ask the question regardless of her nerves before I’d give into her wishes. I was just a shithead that way, I guess. And as her cheeks would blush as she fought to describe exactly what she wanted me to stick up her ass, I’d smile and my dick would get even harder.
But this wasn’t the anal play sort of night. I could tell by the way she was touching herself that she wanted to feel me there, only there right now. Her fingers brushed gently over her clit, and she gasped. My hand was gripping my erection harshly, pulling up and then sliding back down.
“Pretty soon I’m not going to be able to reach my own vagina,” she commented even as her breath caught in her throat again.