Caerwyn
It’s been a long couple of days working my lawyer knowledge from two angles. Switching from a business law mindset to criminal law is taxing and while Imala understands most of what I talk about without going too far into detail, some things cannot be discussed with her. More so, talking about law while she’s waiting for her bar exam results seems a little off color.
It’s ten at night and I’m just now seeing my home after being gone since seven in the morning. I’m exhausted. I’m torn between crawling in bed or between my wife’s legs. I’m equally horny and tired. She’s not in our room and I’ve convinced myself it’s for the best. I groan at the hot water of my shower giving me a mini massage as I wash the day away. My schedule is clear tomorrow and I’m craving the day off.
As I lather the soap and inhale the soothing scent I can’t quite place, I think about the last few weeks. I tell my wife every chance I get how much I love her. I also back that love with action and gifts to make sure she feels as special as I know she is to me. Yet even with the reminders of how young she is and the assurance that I’m not in any rush, the crestfallen expression on her face when she got her period broke my heart.
When I looked into those big brown eyes I knew I’d give her anything she wanted, even if it meant going to see Dr. Delgado to ease her mind. I’d expected him to gloat but aside from a brief moment of amusement, he treated us like a patient and spouse he hadn’t met prior to the appointment.
He’d ordered a shitload of tests and had to do a set of interesting ultrasounds. I was not happy to learn part of the process meant I had to provide a sperm sample. It was pretty fun retrieving my sperm. It had to be a clean sample sans all body fluids, but my Imala is very resourceful. I must say, it was worrisome being in that brief moment left to wonder if I’m sterile. The inner celebration once I learned my swimmers are strong was a bit much, but damn it’s a relief.
Imala was able to breathe easier once Dr. Delgado discovered she had a blocked fallopian tube. In summary, it’s a little harder for her to get pregnant since the ovaries are doing their job-as witnessed by the consistent periods-but her left one doesn’t know her uterus doesn’t receive the eggs it sends.
If we want a baby now, we can go the fertility route. If not, we have to wait until the stars aligned for the right ovary to feel generous. In other words, it’ll happen when it happens.
All I heard was more sex for me. Speaking of sex, when I exit the bathroom to find my minx of a wife standing in the middle of the room waiting for me. Her heels beg me to fuck her but they’re the least of my worries. Her makeup is different. Sexy. The soft, natural look she prefers is replaced with longer lashes, smokey eyes, and dick sucking red lips.
Damn, she went out like this?
The outfit she would have worn is gone and left are some barely-there underwear. She shakes her hair out of her face but I’m still stuck on the transparent black thong and bra. Her nipples are hard and clearly visible. My hair towel falls out of my hand because I’m paralyzed with desire. My dick has gone hard so fast it hurts.
“Did you wear that out tonight?” I whisper since I feel I’d cum from the effort of speaking at normal volume.
“Yes.” The ways she smiles tells me she’s had a few drinks. “Under my romper. I was horny the entire dinner thinking about how you’d react.” She widens her stance and her hands rub her breasts through the bra then down her body. “Would you rip it, take it off slowly, or use your teeth perhaps?” She takes a step towards me and stops. Her hand dips under her band. “Then I thought about our wedding night.”
“What about it, Butterfly?”
She smirks at the name change but stays on topic. “It'll be damn fun telling you what to do now.”
Damn. My dick is dripping.
“Go for it.”
Her eyes flicker to my erection tenting my robe. She licks her lips, glossing the matte red.
“Lose the robe,” she orders.
Aroused excitement kills all traces of the tiredness I felt before. I do as I’m told but slower than normal. Her chuckle is sexy as she watches me.
“Since you want to play, crawl to mama.”
Oh! I like this.
My mouth waters when I inhale her delicious scent once I’m close. Imala is so ready for me. She moves back when I nuzzle her thigh.
“I didn’t say touch me yet, Wyn. Did you forget the rules?”
Fuck, that’s hot.
She doesn’t wait for me to respond as she turns to walk towards the bed. The sight of her bare ass cheeks pulls an appreciative hum out of me. Imala bewitches me every chance she gets and I love it.
My mind goes back to how sexy her shoes are on her, I want to fuck her dirty just for owning them. The diamonds in the ankle straps flicker with each movement.
“Sit in the chair,” she orders.
I do her bidding without taking my eyes off her back. Imala unhooks her bra and drops it on the floor. She retrieves her scarf and drapes it over her shoulder. When she turns, the silky material covers her breasts but her hard nipples imprint the scraps of fabric. The silk teases my shoulders when she moves behind me.
I’m not surprised when it covers my eyes and drops the room into darkness. After she ties it, Imala’s hands drop to my shoulder. That simple touch gives me a thrill. The sweet scent of her hair teases my nostrils when her head drops until her mouth is near my ear. Imala’s breath tickles my lobe and her now bare nipples press against the top of my back.
“I’ve been drinking,” she confesses as if I didn’t know.
A moan escapes when her teeth dip into the side of my neck as her palm slides down my chest. Her nips, licks, and kisses on the side of my neck feels so good my head falls back.
“Tell me something, husband. Have you ever begged before?”
“No,” I admit.
Her nail toys with my navel before she scratches her way back up. The scratches spread warmth through my body but I want to be buried in my wife’s pussy.
Her promise almost makes me cum. “You will tonight.”
Imala tilts my head back only to give me a brief sample of her lips then she’s gone. I miss her nearness already. The clack of her heels gives me a rough idea of her location but it’s still hard to tell. The shock of her fingers grazing my knees sends ribbons of arousal through my body.
“I’m on my knees between your legs in case you needed a visual.”
Shit! She’s such a fucking tease.
My moans are loud and probably unmanly when she begins an oral assault on my inner thigh. She uses the perfect amount of stimulation while avoiding my dick and balls. They hurt for her until I fear I’ll cum the moment she touches it.
Her hair teases me when she stops. My mind is reeling, trying to determine what she’s going to do next. I’m torn between wanting to be surprised and needing to know.
“Imala.” Her name almost sounds like a plea.
“Yes?” Her question is full of innocence.
“I…” I trail off because I don’t know what I’m asking.
“You what? Want some pussy?”
My dick twitches from hearing her talk dirty. When I don’t respond, she uses the tip of her finger to trace a circle around the head of my dick then trail precum down my shaft.
“Hmm?” she goads me.
Imala nuzzles my balls as her finger massages my perineum. I jump and little and my dick spurts more precum.
“Fuck, this goes both ways, wife,” I grit out.
I’m so fucking ready for her, each second we spend not fucking drives me crazy.
“Ohhh,” she mocks me. “Threats are not your friend right now.”
I want to grown-man weep when her tongue replaces her finger to tease my perineum. The plea doesn’t leave my lips. The stubborn part of me wants her to fold while the other is enjoying the torture. I almost cum when she bites my opposite thigh and delivers a little pain.
She moves again. Imala is no longer on her knees between m
y legs.
“My back is to you now. If you could see me, you’d see me slowly sliding down my panties, with my ass in the air to give you a perfect view of what you could be hitting from behind.”
What the fuck has she been reading?
Her soft thighs tease me when she straddles me. Imala sits until the heat of her pussy teases my dick. I bite my lip to keep from begging when I hear the sloshing. She doesn’t need to tell me that her fingers are in her pussy, I can hear it. Her legs tremble as she emits soft moans.
The cool air emphasizes the wetness she’s adding to my abdomen.
“What are you doing?” I ask although I have a good idea.
“Marking my territory. I’m writing my name with my wetness. You should always be covered in it.”
Imala grabs my chin with her other hand to pull my face close, she sticks her fingers in my mouth and kisses me after I suck them. We give everything to the kiss; our tongues slide across each other, mixing flavors and I love every minute. I’m lost in the kiss when I reach for her. Smacking my hand, she pushes me back against the chair and is gone again. My lap feels empty without her.
“I should punish you for breaking the rules, Wyn.”
The way she says it is so raw and seductive I break.
“Please fuck me. I’ve been craving you all day.”
“You may remove your blindfold.”
I rip it off to find her lying on the floor at my feet. Her legs are wide open and she’s playing with her pussy as she watches me watch her. Normally, I’d be content to watch this play out. Not tonight. I pounce once she sucks her own juices off her fingers. Pushing her legs further apart, I slam into her in one rough stroke. The skin on my shoulders sting from the assault of her nails. It drives me wilder. Imala's tits bounce from the force of my thrusts and she cries her pleasure. The wild gleam in her eyes tells me she’s still unpredictable and she proves it by slapping me for the hell of it.
I grit my teeth to keep from cuming. It doesn’t hurt but I have to teach her not to fuck with me. Pulling out, I flip her onto her knees. My hand grips her nape and holds her cheek down on the rug. She whimpers when I enter her, but her cries encourage the beast.
“Fuck, Wyn! Harder. I want it all.” Her thighs begin to tremble as I fuck her into the ground. “Yes! Just. Like. That. Don’t stop. Keep fucking going.”
Her walls clamp down so violently, my eyes cross when I cum with her. Reaching around, I finger her clit to prolong and intensify her orgasm. I’m soaked in her juices by the time we can breathe again.
I collapse next to her and she pulls me into another kiss. She’s smiling once we part.
“I love you so damn much, Wyn,” she confesses as she snuggles close.
“There will never be anyone I’d love more than you, you dirty butterfly.”
She giggles but her eyes are dropping closed. Imala is sleeping soundly by the time I find some energy to move. I’m fucking exhausted but I’m not letting my lady sleep on the floor. I scoop her up then pass out the minute our bodies hit the bed.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Caerwyn
The cloak of sleep lifts although it’s still dark. Another pass of Imala’s mouth makes me shudder. Every time she blows me, she finds new ways to test her limits.
“Fuck,” I moan when the tip of my dick slides down her throat.
She pulls back and teases my now sensitive head with the tip of her tongue.
“Good. You’re awake,” she says casually like it happened naturally.
I chuckle and shake my head. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you. You’re still drunk.”
“Fuck it out of me, then,” she challenges as she slides up my body, teasing me with her smooth skin.
Pulling her the rest of the way, I turn until we’re lying on our sides. I hook her leg and hold her knee at my hip. She sighs when I enter her.
“Or, we can make love,” I suggest then suck on her bottom lip.
She hooks her arms behind my neck and rocks against me. Her greedy pussy is so wet and snug.
“I don’t care how we do it as long as we’re doing it.”
“You’re insatiable,” I tease and hitch her leg higher to go deeper.
Her breath hitches. “It’s not my fault my husband has such good dick.”
I laugh at her potty mouth and steal a kiss. I’m just as bad. I can’t get enough of her.
“I’m serious. If you weren’t rich I’d be your sugar mama.”
I grip her ass and grind hard into her. “Been listening to Beyoncé again I see.”
“Yes, and no, I’m serious.” The earnestness on her face in the moonlight is damn sexy.
“That good, huh?”
“Worth every penny I spent on the gift I bought you.”
I’m surprised because this is my first time hearing about any gift. “Gift?”
“I got it to match your eyes.”
Imala starts kissing and nipping my throat until I forget our conversation. I give everything into my feeling of gratitude. I have the perfect woman for me, and we have this uninterrupted time to learn each other’s mind and body. She shivers when I tug at a nipple. I push her up higher so I can fuck and feast. My grip tightens on her ass when she stiffens. My mouth pops off her nipples when I throw my head back to moan at the feel of her cuming on my dick.
That never gets old.
She pulls my hair as she trembles and takes me over the edge with her.
“Damn, Wyn. You’re so damn hot when you cum.” There is some seriousness behind her sex glow. “I would have married you even if you hadn’t needed to save my life.”
I look at her now and I’m certain I’d fallen for her at Oran and Karessa’s wedding when she dismissed me and danced like a crazy person with a margarita in her hand. My brain has been set to Imala ever since.
“Same. That night just sped up our timeline.” Her smile and relief is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. “Do you believe in love at first sight?”
She traces my lip with her finger. “I didn’t until I met you.”
I’m so stunned and honored that this crazy connection isn’t one-sided that I only muster a one-word response.
“Really?”
“I’ve been stuck on you since you called me Esme.”
I laugh hard because that feels like an eternity ago. “And I thought I’d fucked any chance we had. But you kept telling me how attractive I was when I drove you home.”
“Being tipsy makes me honest,” she admits. “I had so many sex dreams about you after that night.”
I pull her close until her head is resting on my chest and kiss the top of her head. “And now I’m all yours.”
Imala
I tried to let him sleep. I took an extra-long shower, washed my hair, and picked out work outfits for the rest of the week but I couldn’t take it any longer. He grunts when I land on him and his beautiful eyes pop open. Wyn smiles up at me then I sit up like I didn’t just jump him.
“I’m glad you’re awake.” His deep chuckle is sexy but this isn’t about sex, yet. I toss him pajama pants. “Put these on, let's go.”
His blue-green eyes watch my tits like they’re naked as I jump excitedly.
“Let me piss first,” he says on the way to the bathroom.
I try not to roll my eyes when he peeks out with the toothbrush in his mouth.
“Hurry up,” I whine but he’s looking at my exposed legs.
I look down at my mid-thigh jean shorts and tank. I am not drowning in my clothes today and I guess he noticed.
Wyn emerges from the bathroom in his pajama pants and I jump on his back and point towards the door.
“Onward to the outside my steed.”
“I see someone has been nerding out again,” he laughs, slips on his flip flops and moves out the door.
Wyn navigates the hallways and we pass Berke. I swear he doesn’t have shirts.
“Do I want to know?” He jokes as he looks at me on Wyn’s back.<
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As we pass I grab his forearm and pull him along. “You’re coming, too.”
“We talked about this, Bug,” he jokes with a wink.
I roll my eyes but my smile is still stuck in place. “Follow us you big asshole.”
Wyn leads us outside and I almost squeal when I see the Ludus Blue McLaren 720S Spider I bought him waiting for us outside.
Wyn’s “Nice” is emphasized by Berke’s low whistle.
“Look! I got you a car!” I announce like they don’t see it.
“Wow. That’s amazing. You didn’t have to do that!” His mouth says as he puts me down to go fondle his new friend. “You weren’t kidding about that sugar mama thing.”
“Aren’t you supposed to start small? With, I don’t know… a short set?” Berke jokes and I push him.
“So you don’t want your present?”
I wish I could frame the shock on his face and I’m instantly sad because that means he’s not used to people giving him things.
“You got me something?” he asks in low level disbelief.
“Yes. I did.” I pull him forward so he can see the other side of the driveway.
A Deus Grievous Angel motorcycle sits there in all its black and chrome glory. Berke bites his lip like he just spotted a fine bitch then stalks up to the bike. He rubs the handlebar and sucks in his breath, making a hissing sound like he’s turned on. I can’t help but watch as he throws his long leg over to straddle the bike. He rubs the bars again like they’re breasts then rocks his hips like he’s about to screw it.
Damn. This is better than a thank you.
His tats flex and gets a feel for it. He runs his hands through his inky hair to get the hair out of his eyes then looks up at me and smiles. I realize I’ve lost seconds off my life because everything else faded away for a beat.
“You’re supposed to hide your attraction to my brother,” Wyn whispers in my ear and nuzzles my neck.
“How does he do that?”
“Do what?”
“Stop time with a hair flick.”
Wyn body shakes against my back as he chuckles at my question. “Do you two need a moment?” he teases.
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