“Let me.”
I nod, not trusting my voice.
Her hand wraps around my cock. I have to lock my knees to keep standing. She strokes me once, twice, unhurried, like she has all the time in the world to figure out exactly what undoes me. Then she leans forward and runs her tongue along the head.
“Fuck.” The word escapes before I can stop it.
She’s tentative at first, exploring with her tongue. But then she grows bolder, taking me deeper. Her hand works what doesn’t fit in her mouth. The combination makes stars burst behind my eyelids.
She’s too good at this.
But I know she’s never been with a man.
Has she managed to sneak off with a man? Have her lips been around another man’s cock?
White-hot fury floods my veins.
I grab her hair, wrapping it around my fist and pull her off me, forcing her to look up.
She’s startled. “You’re stopping me?”
The anger leaves me with that simple question.
“No.”
I consider asking how she knows how to do this so well, but her hand is still wrapped around the base of my throbbing cock. Pure pleasure courses through me, and the question dissolves.
Her attention returns to pleasuring me.
Mine. Only mine. I will be the only man she ever touches.
And fuck if she doesn’t look beautiful with my cock in her mouth.
I thread my fingers through her hair, not guiding, just needing to touch her. She hums around me, and the vibration nearly undoes me.
Then her eyes lift to mine, steady and searching, like she’s studying every crack she’s putting in me.
“Careful, princess.” My grip tightens in her hair. “Keep looking at me like that, and you’ll start thinking you can ruin me.”
Satisfaction flashes in her eyes before she hollows out her mouth and sucks all the way up to the tip.
“Sofia,” I warn. “I’m close.”
She doesn’t pull away. She takes the warning like a challenge, her other hand cupping my balls, and that’s it. I’m done.
My orgasm rips through me before I can do a damn thing to stop it, tearing a guttural sound from my throat I don’t recognize as my own. She swallows it all, her eyes never leaving my face.
When she finally releases me, I’m shaking.
She stands, wiping the corner of her mouth with her thumb. The gesture is so casually erotic I nearly come again.
“Good?” she asks.
Good.
My wife has no idea what a useless little word that is.
“Good doesn’t begin to cover it.” I pull her against me, kissing her hard. I taste myself on her tongue and it only makes me want her more.