by Ames, Ilsa
Fuck. I clenched my napkin and looked at Andrej. He only smiled. He knew I’d worked myself into a fury of desire. A cruel twist came to his mouth when he smiled, only it wasn’t cruelty, it was delicious, decadent enjoyment of my sexual misery. He knew my clit throbbed between my thighs, that my panties were probably so wet he’d have to walk behind me to hide the telltale sign of just how turned on I was. And it was all my brain that had done it.
“Happy anniversary, Cara.” He tilted a glass of champagne at me and I picked up my own as our waiter brought chocolate fudge cake with cherries.
I slid a bite between my lips on a silver fork and pulled the fork out of my mouth slowly. A quick glance showed Andrej watching me with desire on his face, and I smiled. I took one of the cherries off of the cake and placed it delicately on my tongue before I closed my mouth on my fingers and sucked. This time, he groaned.
We finished our cake and the bottle of champagne, and our waiter came over one last time.
“Are we finished, sir?”
“Mm. Yes. I need to get my wife back to our room. Ready, honey?” The way he caught his bottom lip between his teeth told me he was just as eager to get back to our room as I was
The door had barely shut to our room before our clothes were off and he had me pressed up hard against the wall.
He pinned me there, pressed into the wall, while he kissed me deep and hard, his tongue slick against mine. He ground his hard length into my softness, until I whimpered and my hips twitched against his.
“Don’t think I didn’t catch you warding off my fan-club down in the bar with that look of yours I love so much.”
I grinned. “Saw that did you?” I shrugged. “She was staring at you. I had to make sure she got who’s you were.”
His hands were in my hair, his tongue stroked a long swipe down my neck, and I could not move, could not escape. But fuck it, I didn’t want to anyway.
“Fuck, Cara,” he groaned. “You know damn well I’m all yours.”
“How about you remind me?” I purred.
“Oh fuck, beautiful, you know I will. Good and hard.”
His fingers teased at my bottom to let me know his plans for tonight and just where he planned to fuck me. That’s when he dropped down to his knees and pushed my short blue skirt up. Strong fingers tore away the scrap of cloth I called panties, and then his tongue was right where it needed to be. On my clit while he flicked it with just the right pressure. I pushed back into his face, loving the way he felt against me with that hot mouth of his.
My fingers found my own nipples as he tongued me, and I felt a quiver of deep need pass through me. I tugged at the tips, an expert now that he’d taught me there was no shame in how I pleasured myself. My breath came hard and fast and I was almost there, I just needed…and then he sucked hard at my clit, his fingers two lengths of steel inside of me and I screamed.
His other hand dipped down, gathered up my silky juices, and then went further, until he found my ass. His middle finger slid into my back entrance, softly, easily now that we’d practiced so much, and he let me get used to the feel of him there. He fucked me with his mouth and his fingers, he fucked me into an orgasm that left me in a puddle on the wall before he pulled away.
He turned around, found the bottle we’d left on a table in easy reach, and slicked his cock up before he pinned me to the wall once again. His hands were over mine as he slid his cock between the globes of my ass, but not inside of me. He thrust against me several times, until my hips responded, and only then did he smear some of the oil around my tight ring.
My husband pulled away, just enough, to settle the tip of his cock against me. I pushed back, too impatient for gentleness. He sank inside of me with a groan of satisfaction.
That’s when I exploded again, hard and fast, but with an intensity that stole my breath away. I could only gasp against the wall as my hands clenched on thin air. It was so good, so fucking good, even after all of this time.
I clamped down around him, my pussy was jealous, but I knew he’d take care of all of me. He fucked into me, harder, faster, until he could no longer control his own tongue, much less the pace of his breath.
“I love your fucking ass, and fucking your ass.” He moaned the words right beside my ear, hot and dirty, so filthy I wanted more. I squeezed a little harder and he went still. For only a moment, he stopped all movement, until the air exploded from his lungs and his hips began a frantic pounding that only came when he was really hot. His fingers rolled over my clit, making me suddenly scream and buck my hips into him as the orgasm hit me out of nowhere.
He dragged us both into the shower after that, cleaned us up quickly, then took me back to the bedroom. He knew I wasn’t done yet. He took me to a desk in the room and turned me to face it. He pressed my head down to the desk as he bent me over. He pushed the towel away from body and his fingers were inside me for just a moment, a moment to make sure my pussy was still soaked for him.
He pushed his own towel away, and took his cock hard and ready in his hand. I waited for him to decide where to slide it. I loved when he took control like this, I didn’t have to think or make demands, just feel whatever he wanted me to feel. With a soft grunt, he pushed into my hot pussy and began to fuck me hard and fast against the desk. I could see out of the window of our room, at the open beach in front of us, if I wanted to, but right now, I just wanted to get off again.
This time I didn’t need my clit stroked or my nipples pinched, I just needed to come on his cock. And I did just that with a delighted screech as he pounded into me with deep, hard strokes.
“I’m going to fuck you slow and long in the shower before we leave this place, and then I’m going to make love to you in our bed, slow and easy, like a lover should. But right now, Cara, right now I’m just going to fuck this pussy until I fill it with my cum.”
I didn’t care what he had planned, I just knew his words made me come even harder. This was what our life was about, this is why we were still happily married after five years. We knew what the other needed, what they craved, and once we’d settled into the realization that we were both really in love, we got down to the business of sexual satisfaction beyond anything we’d ever known before, even together. We were a unit, and we worked together, never alone. As a whole we could reach for the sky.
Andrej drove in, and when I felt his cock pulse deep inside and his hot cum spray into me, I lost it again. I came once more, panting his name as he held me tight to him, his hands firm and his lips murmuring my name.
We had each other, and that’s all that mattered now and forever.
The End.
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