“Or what?” I challenge, and my breathlessness probably has the question falling a bit flat.
“You don’t want to know,” he taunts.
Lowering himself, he kneels behind me. His fingers loop in the sides of my underwear and he pulls them down.
“You’re so gorgeous, Ebba.” His warm palms massage the globes of my ass. “You drive me crazy.” He taps the inside of my left thigh. “Spread your legs, baby. Let me see that pretty pussy I’ve been dreaming about for years.”
My heart races, wild and out of control, but I manage to do what I’m told.
“More,” he demands.
Again, I listen.
“Mm,” he hums. “Look at that pretty pussy. Dripping wet and just waiting for me.”
My hands bang against the glass when he slides one finger over my clit and down my slit.
He tsks. “Don’t move your hand.” A smack lands on my right ass cheek, and I groan from the sting of pain and pleasure. “You like to pretend you’re not affected by me, but this dripping wet pussy says otherwise. It’s begging for my fingers and my tongue and my cock.” He spreads me wide with two fingers. “Have you missed the way I fuck you?”
I bite my bottom lip, not wanting to give him an answer.
“Ebba.” My name is a lazy taunt. “Answer me.”
My eyes squeeze shut when he spanks me again.
“Y-Yes,” I stutter.
“That’s right,” he says, circling a finger around my clit. “No one else can fuck you as good as I can. Should I make you beg for it?”
A scream slips out of me at the unexpected feel of his teeth biting into the flesh of my left butt cheek. It’s not painful, just a surprise. He quickly smooths his tongue over the spot and whispers, “Mine.”
“Fisher,” I breathe his name.
“Tell me what you want me to do first,wife.”
That word, the reminder that we’remarried, has my knees wobbling.
“Use your words,” he reminds me when I haven’t answered quick enough.
“Mouth. I want your mouth on me.”
“And where do you want my mouth?”
I turn my head so I can see him kneeling behind me and his hooded, lusty eyes lift to mine. Finding my voice, I say, “My pussy.”
“Just remember to be a good girl and keep your hands on the window. Can you do that for me?”
“Y-Yes,” I stutter. I’m pretty sure I would agree to anything to get him to put his mouth on me, so keeping my hands on the window should be easy enough.
At the first press of his mouth, I lurch forward and my body presses fully against the glass.
“So responsive,” he murmurs with a soft laugh. His breath tickles the inside of my legs and I jump again. “So sensitive.”
I close my eyes when he sucks at my clit. The moan that comes out of me is downright embarrassing. It’s been months since I’ve had sex.Yearssince I’ve had good sex. Sex with Fisher was always the best. He knew my body in a way no man has ever bothered to get to know since.
He licks and sucks, eating me out like I’m his last meal.
He never was shy about going down on me.