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The slow and steady kind is fantastic…but I want something that’s going to blow us both away.
And tonight is the night for that.
I back her into the room, and only then do I pull back. “Strip,” I demand.
She looks caught off guard. “What?”
“You heard me.” There’s a sitting chair in the corner of the room, and I walk over to it. I sit, hit play on my music and chill playlist, which is obviously code for sex music, and set my phone on the side table as the perfect Doja Cat song fills the room.
She looks like she has absolutely no idea what to do, and my lips turn up in a bit of a smile as I wait for her.
“Take off your clothes,” I say gently, rather than the single-word demand of a moment ago. Maybe nobody has ever worshiped her body the way I’m about to, which is a damn shame. She deserves the fucking world, and I’m going to be the man who does everything he can to make sure she gets it.
And, if nothing else, she’ll have the kind of orgasm that will live rent-free in her mind for the rest of time.
She kicks off her shoes and rolls her socks off, and then she takes a tentative step toward me. “I, um…I don’t really know—”
I hold up a hand since she’s fumbling here. “Don’t be shy with me, Grace. It’s just you and me, okay? You’re my wife, and I want to watch my wife take off her clothes for me.”
“Can I have a shot of something first?” she asks.
I chuckle. “Of course.” I get up, shift my rock-hard cock, and head toward the kitchen for a bottle of tequila. Memories of the night we got married wash over me since that was probably the last time I drank tequila.
I bring the bottle back and hand it over, and she unscrews the cap and takes a swig before handing it to me. I take a swig, too, and I set the bottle and the cap on the table beside me.
She nods a little, snagging her bottom lip between her teeth. She really has no idea how goddamn sexy she is.
She’s timid as she unbuttons her jeans and starts to push them down her legs.
“Yes, baby,” I murmur my approval. “Just like that.”
My words seem to give her a tiny confidence boost. She starts moving in time to the music without realizing it, and she gently sways as she reaches for the bottom of the jersey bearing my last name and the number I’ve worn for over two decades.
I almost want her to leave the jersey on. I want to fuck her in it. But I’ll save that for another time. Tonight, it’s all about her pleasure—even if she doesn’t feel that way right now since she started out intimidated to do this little striptease for me. She seems less timid, though—maybe from the shot of tequila, which is starting to do its work, or maybe from my words of encouragement.
She pulls the jersey off and tosses it on the floor beside her.
“Fuck yes,” I murmur. “Look at that gorgeous body.”
She walks toward me and grabs the bottle for a second shot, and then she does a little twirl in front of me in her bra and panties after she slams the bottle back on the side table.
My dick is painfully hard as I force myself to maintain some semblance of control. I grip the arms of the chair, my knuckles turning white as I watch her dance in front of me. She straddles one of my legs, and I feel the heat of her pussy through her panties as she rubs it on my leg.
She reaches up with her hands and palms the sides of her tits, pushing them together for me to make a line of cleavage that I want to dip my face into.
God, I love her. I fucking love everything about her, from her quiet demeanor to her intelligent mind to her kind heart to her beautiful face to the perfect body that she’s currently using to turn me all the way on.
She pulls back off me and sways to the beat of Doja Cat as she hooks a finger into the side of her panties. She’s teasing me now, pretending she’s going to pull them off, and I love the change in her confidence. I want her to be able to do this without the tequila, but since we have it here, it gives me another idea anyway.
She moves her finger from her panties and instead teases me with her bra as she lowers one of the straps. She doesn’t take it off, instead sliding her palms up to cup her tits on the sides again, and then she slowly trails her hands down to her hips.
Fuck.
I can’t take it anymore. I need to be inside her, but I have plans. I don’t know how much longer I can last. She’s driving me absolutely to the brink of need.
I dart up from my chair and reach around her with one hand, easily unclasping her bra. I slide it down her other arm until her tits are exposed to me, and rather than throwing it on the floor, I leave it there so she’s slightly bound by it. I run my palms up her back as I pull her closer to me, and she lets out a small gasp when she feels my cock brush against her leg.
Fuck, I need relief. I move my hips against her leg, dying for some friction, but it’s not enough.
