Azna exits the bathroom, I guess understanding that Rayna no longer needs his protection. That’s right…Daddy’s home to give mommy her medicine. You’re dismissed.
I see her pleased smile reflecting in the mirror in spite of my solemn expression of need.
“Flowers,” she notes.
I toss the bouquet on the vanity bench and then turn back to her.
“Mmmmmm…” she purrs as she lifts her one arm to extend behind my neck and the other hand gripping the back of my head. “Somebody’s not finished with they’re day yet, I see.”
I don’t speak right away, my eyes land on her pebbled nipples protruding through her blouse. It’s telling that she’s wearing a lace bra and I can’t help but pull the thin material closer to her breasts to see her nipples push through the fabric even more. My eyes find hers in the mirror and she arches her back felinely in my arms as she smiles bashfully. Rayna’s turning me on like a motherfucker. I raise my right hand to cone her breast, and when I reach the vertex, I squeeze her nipple in a flash.
“Ahhhh!” she screams out in pleasure and then begin to shiver in my enfold. Seductively, she rubs her ass into my pelvis, missing the target because of our height differential. But I get the message and squat until she feels most of me.
“My day being complete is contingent on my wife’s agenda,” I murmur, before kissing that spot just below her ear.
“My agenda for this evening consists of feeding you dinner,” she speaks softly with her eyes closed.
“Oh, I need to be fed, but food can wait.”
I rake her blouse up from her sides with my fingers and lower my mouth to the right side of her back, just at her waistline, and apply small chaste bites before licking and then sucking on it. Rayna grips the sides of the vanity with her left hand and the back of my head with her right. I know she’s awfully sensitive there.
“You know what those…b-bites…are reminding…me o-of?” she shutters.
I unzip her skirt as I rise, brushing myself against her. I push my hand down the front of her, into skirt and panties and dip my fingers into her slickness, rubbing her pliant folds. She releases a long moan.
Damn, Rayna…what you do to me!
“Do tell,” I whisper between teasing her neck with my tongue.
My thumb starts circling her swollen clit and my fingers slowly push into her hot valley. Rayna’s mouth collapses in to an O and she has this impending grimace as though she wants to shout angrily. But I know better. My other hands slides up her blouse against her soft skin and releases her left breast from the cup of the bra. I stretch and flicker her tan nipple and watch her buck underneath me.
“Azmir…” she cries out with urgency.
As my hands fine tunes her brewing body, I run my tongue discriminately over her neck and observe her quivering reaction in the mirror.
“You were saying?” I ask, mockingly.
Rayna grinds on my fingers as I drive them into her valley. Her hands are in a frenzy searching for something to grasp, preferably something on me. One reaches behind my head and the other searches frantically for my waistband, fumbling to get to my cock. Rayna works with me, creating a rhythm to drive her pleasure. Her inexorable hip thrusts meet my cyclic plunges into her. We always work beautifully in tandem, and this is no different.
Now she’s ready. I can feel her walls contract around my fingers, her thrusts onto my hand growing emergent, and less rhythmic. Rayna’s eyes are sealed shut, her mouth open, tongue limp, and her entire body vibrates preparing to erupt. She’s fucking beautiful.
“Oh, Azmir!” she shouts.
“I know,” I speak directly into her ear. “Let it blow, baby.”
And she does. She shutters all over me, expelling her sweet juices onto my right hand as I hold her shuddering frame with my left arm. My body is at war with my mouth envying my hand. I can’t get enough of this woman who occupies every corner of my mind. She’s mine. All mine!
When Rayna comes down, I watch raptly as her lids peel open and she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, scraping her teeth against it as it rolls out. I know that look her eyes. My lady wants more, and coincidentally, I need it. I withdraw my hands from her, bringing one to my face; creating a happy medium between my hand and mouth. Rayna watches in the mirror as I taste her on my fingers. She enjoys this shit, but not nearly as much as I love tasting her. She slowly turns to face me, still fixedly observing my caveman proclivities.
“You didn’t tell me what it reminds you of,” I tease as I smirk self-assuredly.