I pause, my cock jerking. “Again,” I demand. “Say my name again.”
“Dion,” she breathes, and I push a finger into her.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, baby.” There’s no way she can take my cock like that, but then again, I have all the time in the world. I’ll loosen her up slowly until she’s ready for me.
I add another finger, and she squirms a little, as though it’s too much. “You’re doing so good, angel,” I murmur as I twist my fingers inside her and press against her G-spot. My fingers pump inside her like that, slowly teasing her, and the way her pussy sucks them in is fucking unreal.
She moans for me, and I smirk as my free hand joins in, my thumb drawing circles around her clit. This is better than every fantasy I’ve ever had of her. Fuck, this is so much better.
Faye’s hands move into my hair, her nails scraping over my scalp as though she doesn’t know what to do with them, and I smile as I increase the pace, wanting to see her lose control. There’s nothing I want more than to watch my perfect wife unravel.
I study her carefully as she begins to ride my hand, her movements becoming frantic, every hint of embarrassment making way for unadulterated lust. Each time I think she can’t get more beautiful, she goes and proves me wrong.
“I can’t,” she moans, her voice breaking. “It’s too much, Dion. Please.”
I increase the pace further, my touch becoming rough on her clit. “You can,” I promise her. “You can and will come for me, my love.”
She looks into my eyes with equal parts fear and trust, as though the feelings I elicited in her terrify her, yet she trusts me to carry her through. “Come for me, baby,” I whisper, swiping across her clit hard. “Give in.”
And she does. Her lips part as a moan tears through her throat, her eyes falling closed in delight. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, becoming impossibly tight, and I watch her in fucking awe as pleasure overtakes her.
I thought I was addicted to her before, but once again, I was wrong. Nothing will ever beat this rush. I swear I could come just from the sight of her.
She opens her eyes, and I see the exact moment she realizes what just happened. A hint of shame flickers through her eyes, but I’m not having any of it. “That was one,” I murmur, leaning in to kiss her thigh. “You owe me two more.”
I keep my fingers buried inside her as I lap at her sensitive pussy, finally getting a taste of her. As expected — she’s fucking delicious.
“Oh God,” she moans. “I can’t take it. I can’t, Dion. I really can’t. Please… please stop. I need… I need a break.”
I slowly drag my tongue over her clit, my eyes flicking up to hers. She looks as delirious as I feel, and it’s a fucking sight to behold. “What you need to do,” I whisper against her pussy. “Is give me one more.”
Her clit is so swollen and sensitive that even my tongue is too much for her, but I can tell she’s close. “Yellow or red, baby,” I remind her. “Is this one of them? Think carefully before you answer.”
Her grip on my hair tightens, and then she shakes her head. Intense fucking pleasure rushes through me, and I smile at her as I lift her legs over my shoulders. She falls back onto our bed, and I can’t help but chuckle. “You’ll give me one more, won’t you?”
“Answer me,” I demand, as I raise her hips into the air. “Tell me you’ll be good for me.” I hold her like that, my hands on her hips and her thighs on my shoulders. The vision she’s presenting me with is so fucking unreal, and I sigh in utter fucking delight as I leisurely kiss the inside of her thigh, waiting for my answer.
“Yes,” she moans. “Yes. I’ll be good, Dion. I swear.”
“My good girl,” I whisper before circling her clit with my tongue, my movements slower now than before. She’s more sensitive than I was anticipating, and I don’t want to risk overstimulating her. Not yet.
I gently suck on her clit, and she tightens her legs around my neck in an effort to get me closer. My perfect, perfect wife. I give her what she wants, my tongue teasing, lapping, until her breathing turns erratic and soft moans fill our bedroom. “Dion,” she pleads, and I give in, sucking on her clit harshly, sending her over the edge.
She comes on my tongue, and fuck if it isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced. She loses all strength in her legs, and I gently lower her onto our bed, refusing to take my mouth off her just yet.
“Perfect,” I whisper against her skin. “You’re perfect, Faye.” My wildest dreams don’t hold a handle to the reality of her.
I press one last lingering kiss to her pussy before rising to my feet, towering over her as I pull off my bowtie. “That’s two,” I tell her as I undo my waistcoat and let it fall to the floor. She watches me through lowered lashes, her wedding dress bunched around her waist and her long hair spread over our bed. She has no fucking idea how sexy she looks, does she?
Faye’s eyes follow my every move, and I smirk as a soft gasp escapes her lips when my shirt falls open. “You act like this is the first time you’re seeing my abs,” I murmur. “Like you didn’t massage champagne into them just a few months ago.”
My shirt falls away, and I pause with my hand on the waistband of my trousers. “Come here,” I demand, my voice rough. “Make my fantasies come true, Faye. Undress me.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Faye
My heart is pounding wildly as I sit on Dion’s bed, my wedding dress covering most of me. I’ve never felt so out of control, so satiated. The way he just touched me was entirely unexpected. A small part of me had still been certain that he’d be impatient with me, and that he’d inadvertently hurt me. I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Dion holds his hand out for me, and I hesitantly place my palm on top of his. He smirks as he presses our joint hands on top of the bulge in his pants, sending my heart racing. He did this in Hawaii too, and I’d been just as flustered then.
“Go on,” he urges. “Take it off.”
I look up into his eyes, my body still humming with desire. It’s almost like I’m in a daze as I unzip his pants, like a part of me that I didn’t even know existed takes over. Dion groans as I expose his black boxer shorts, my face so close to the fabric that leaning in just slightly would have his hardness brushing against my lips.
Would it be possible for me to make him lose control the way he made me lose it? If I take him into my mouth, will it feel as good for him as it did for me?
“Don’t stop there,” he demands, his voice rough.
I bite down on my lip as I hook my fingers around the waistband of his boxer shorts, a hint of fear running down my spine when his erection springs free. I’m not totally innocent — I’ve watched enough porn to know what to expect tonight, yet somehow, I hadn’t anticipated this. I’d felt him in Hawaii, but seeing isn’t the same as feeling, clearly.
I whimper involuntarily, uncertain how he could possibly fit inside me. For one single moment, I consider telling him I’ve never done this before, but it feels too late to bring it up now.
Dion chuckles as he takes in my expression, and I look away instantly, embarrassed. He makes me act so unlike myself, and though it’s oddly freeing, it’s also throwing me off. When he touches me, it’s almost like I can’t recognize myself. He doesn’t know it, but he single-handedly took away the influence the word punishment has always had over me.
“Your turn,” he murmurs. “You look fucking beautiful in that dress, my love, but I don’t want anything between us the first time I fuck you.”
I bite down on my lip, embarrassment suddenly washing over me. Keeping part of my body covered made me feel… protected somehow. I’ve never been naked in front of another person, and I’m not sure I’m ready for something as intimate as that. It seems odd, considering everything we’ve done so far, but I’m scared he’ll look at me and find me lacking. This dress makes me look and feel incredible, and without it, it’ll just be… me.
“Can we… can we turn off the lights?” I ask, my voice wavering. I look down at the floor, insecurity stealing away the hazy lust Dion created.
“Absolutely not,” he whispers, pulling me to my feet. I stumble and crash into him, his bare body pressing against my wedding dress. Dion wraps his arms around me and holds me tightly, his eyes roaming over my face, until I finally gather the courage to look up at him. “I don’t want to miss a second of this, baby. I want to enjoy every inch of your body and witness every expression you make. The first time I take you won’t be in the dark, Faye. You came for me twice tonight, but now you’re getting shy?”