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"You expect me to tell you everything?" Her hips rock, trying to get more from my touch.
"Yes." It's a simple answer. Again, I know I'm being irrational, but again, this woman does that to me.
"That's impossible."
"Is it?" I pull my hand from her body, missing the heat of it immediately. "Then maybe I should give you proper motivation to find a way to accomplish it." Working as fast as I possibly can one-handed, I open the front of my trousers and free my aching, leaking cock. I drag it along the slick, wet heat of her seam. "What if, for every bit you tell me, I fuck you until your toes curl and your eyes roll back in your head?" I tease the head of my dick over her clit, offering a light touch that gives just enough stimulation to have her clawing at the arm still pinning her legs in place. "Would you be interested in making that deal?"
I don’t know that continuing to keep our relationship a series of negotiations is a great idea, but it’s certainly getting me where I want to go, so I see no reason to stop just yet.
It's landed me an eager wife in my bed every night. One who expects to get off no less than two times, ensuring plenty of time for enjoyment.
"Deal." Valerie doesn't hesitate, further solidifying her place as the woman of my fucking dreams.
Without hesitation I sink into her body, eyes nearly rolling back at the feel of her warm, wet skin gliding directly against mine. Keeping my movements careful, I study her face for any sign of distress as I work my thumb against her clit. I don't know how long it takes for a woman to go from untouched to enjoying having the breath fucked out of her, but I'm fairly certain it's not a single time. I can wait. I have all the time in the world to take my wife the many ways I want.
Thanks to my thumb on her clit, Val's coming in under a minute, the tight clench of her cunt testing my ability to hold up my end of our bargain.
“Holy shit.” Valerie's head drops back, limbs relaxing like she thinks this is over.
"That's only one, wife." I pull out, releasing my hold on her knickers so I can grip her hips to flip her over, presenting myself with a view of her perfect bottom. "You might need to start writing down all the agreements you make so you don't forget everything I owe you." I sink back into her welcoming body, fingers digging into the flesh of her full hips as I grit my teeth against the need to come. The need to possess her the way I want. To own every inch of her perfect body and claim it as mine.
I rock into her, sliding one hand up the length of her spine to grip the zip of her dress. After dragging it down to the stopper just blow her waist, I grasp her shoulders, pulling her upright, continuing to fuck her as I push the front of her dress down and out of my way. As her breasts drop free, unhindered by the confines of a bra, I growl against her skin. "I like this gown, Val."
Her head rocks back against me when one hand finds a nipple, rolling it as the other hand shoves beneath the fabric bunched around her waist to reach back between her legs.
“Don’t stop.” Her arms hook back to link around my neck, holding on as her body begins to shake. “Please don’t stop.”
“Such a polite little wife, aren’t you?” Every press into her body is the sweetest torture, driving me closer and closer to an end I’m trying my damndest to delay. “Will you always be this polite when I’m fucking you?”
Her arm grips tighter as she starts to sag against me. “Probably.”
“Good.” I lick up the side of her neck, wishing I’d taken the time to run my tongue over other parts of her body. “Tonight you can be polite when my head is between these perfect fucking thighs and I’m sucking on your clit.”
Her body convulses and she cries out loud enough I have to release her nipple to smother the sound with my palm. The feel of her cunt milking my cock as she comes again is more than I can handle and I’m forced to pull out, gripping my cock to catch as much cum as I can in an effort to save both the dress I love so much and the bedspread beneath us. I bury my face in her dark hair, groaning as my cock continues to jerk, sending spurt after spurt of sticky heat into my palm. Hindsight has me wishing I’d stripped her fully so I could paint it across her pale skin. Mark her as mine in yet another way.
Because the ring on her hand and my name after hers isn’t enough. It’s likely nothing will be, but that won’t stop me from trying.
I work my hand from Valerie's mouth, easing it down so my forearm stays across her chest and I can lower her body to the bed. She sprawls across the mattress, dress bunched around her waist, hair everywhere. I've always found a job well done satisfying, but nothing I’ve accomplished up to this point compares to the sight of my wife thoroughly pleased and thoroughly fucked.
I back away from the mattress, holding my trousers up with one hand as I go to the attached bathroom to wash away the evidence of my misdeed.
Since Val’s seen my medical records, she knows there's no concerns in that sense, however I was specifically instructed that the pill she's now taking would require a minimum of seventy-two hours to go into full effect. I switch on the water and hold my hand under the tap, hoping I didn't add yet another complication to our situation. Fatherhood hasn't been on my short list, and it's not now. Especially since someone is actively trying to figure out how to get their hands on my wife.
After doing up my trousers, I go back into the bedroom to find my wife hasn't moved, and my earlier satisfaction grows.
"It looks like I've worn you out, wife." I grab my shirt and pull it on, doing up the buttons. "I think you deserve a nap." She has to be exhausted. The last few days have been eventful—to say the least. She’s been married, thoroughly fucked, and hidden away for her own safety. That's not even taking into consideration the month that came before it.
A month I plan to convince her to tell me more about as soon as she's rested up so I can reward her for her good behavior.
"Actually, a nap does sound kind of nice." Val's words are distorted from where her face is smashed against the bed, and I find it just as endearing as I find everything else about her.
Because I'm fucking hopeless. Ruined already.
I heave my suitcase up from the floor and rest it on the top of one of the vanities, unzipping it to pull out a T-shirt. "Come here." Moving to her side, I urge her upright so I can detangle the dress from her body and replace it with my T-shirt. After pulling her hair through the neck, I draw back the covers. "Climb in."
She does without argument but frowns as I tuck the blankets around her. "Aren’t you going to take a nap with me?"
I lean down to press a kiss against her forehead. "Not this time, Darling. I need to go to my office for a few hours. I have meetings." I smooth back her dark hair. "Will you be okay here while I'm gone?"
