"Everything okay?" I smirk.
She nods slowly. "Do you think I could make love to your forearms?"
Of all the surprising things to say— I plant my palms on my hips. "Let me get this right, you want to hump my forearms?"
"They’re freakin’ sexy, is all."
"If I’d known all I had to do was show off my forearms, I might have done it a long time ago."
“Specifically, your forearms with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows.” She sighs.
Warmth suffuses my chest. A rush of pride engulfs my veins. One compliment from her, and I’m floored. I’ve got it bad, all right.
I want to say something blithe to deflect from the fact I’m halfway to blushing. A first for me, because... As much as I want her to submit and gain my approval, it seems… I want hers, too, and that’s never happened before.
She flushes under my scrutiny. "Ignore me. Clearly, I have a forearm fetish.”
It’s too easy an opening, and I take it, because the alternative would be that I deal with these awkward feelings, the kind I’ve never faced before. I jerk my chin in her direction. "Time to find out what other fetishes you have. On your knees."
"What?" She jerks up her chin.
"On your knees, baby."
She hesitates, then complies.
I walk over to sit at the foot of the bed. "Now crawl to me."
"What? Why?" There’s a note of horror in her voice. Yet her pupils dilate, and a ripple runs through her body. Her breasts seem to swell, the nipples hardening into pinpoints.
“Are you saying you’re not turned on by the prospect of obeying me?” I drawl.
She swallows, then shakes her head. I confess, it's a test to find out how willing she is to submit. And when the pulse at the base of her neck kicks up in speed, I know she’s ready. So ready. She needs that push, that permission to give in and enjoy her proclivities.
I glare at her, and the color slips from her features. She places her palms on the floor, then moves forward.
My blood thrums in my veins. Satisfaction fills my chest. “Good girl. You’re perfect,” I praise.
As she crawls, the globes of her breasts sway, the flesh of her thighs jiggles in a manner that makes me want to squeeze them and put my mark on the creamy flesh. And when I touch the app on my phone controlling the butt plug, a full body shiver grips her. She reaches me, and when I widen the space between my legs, she comes to a halt between them. “Do you want to suck your master’s cock? Do you want me to fuck your face and use your mouth for my pleasure?”
A moan bleeds from her lips. Her pupils are so dilated, there’s only a ring of green around the irises. And when she nods, fire zips down my spine. My shaft expands further, and I take several deep breaths to stop myself from coming in my pants. "Unzip me," I order.
She does it at once, and since I’m not wearing boxers, my cock springs out. She swallows. Her eyes grow round as she takes in the length, the vein running over the back of my shaft, the drops of precum that dot the crown. I squeeze my dick from base to crown and she licks her lips. "Want to taste it?"
She nods.
“What do you say?” I growl.
“Y... yes Sir. I want to taste it, Sir. Please.”
“Such a good little submissive, wanting to suck her Sir’s cock.” Satisfaction crowds my chest. "Greedy, aren’t you, little girl?"
She nods again, almost panting in her excitement. “Yes Sir. I am, Sir. Please, please, I want to take you down my throat, Sir.”
The satisfaction in my chest grows until it resembles a tsunami of desire, which hardens my groin and extends my shaft further. "Open your mouth," I snap.
When she does, I wrap my fingers around her neck and press hard enough for her breath to falter. Then I urge her close and slide my cock over her tongue. When I hit the back of her throat, she gags. “Relax your jaw,” I order. She does. And then, without being told, she hollows her cheeks.
The hot, tight suction on my cock lights a fire in my veins. Her mouth is sheer heaven. And the fact that she’s my wife, flashing green sparks at me from under her lashes as she lets me stuff my dick down her throat, elevates the experience to something nearing nirvana. My heart rate accelerates. My pulse drums at my temples, at my wrists, even in my fucking balls. I increase the pace, begin to pump into her mouth.