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I chuckle as he removes my skirt, teasingly pulling down the side zipper, which drives me wild with anticipation until he let it fall to the floor. Underneath, I am wearing a thong, which matches my bra.
“Can that even be termed underwear?” Foster asks, pausing.
“I think so.”
Grinning, he removes his t-shirt, and I can’t resist running my nails over his smooth, muscled flesh. Foster closes his eyes as I touch him, stopping at the waistband of his slacks.
“Open them, Paige,” he whispers.
My hands shake as I undo his black leather belt, the buckle jingling as I move to the zipper. I glance back at him, noticing he’s now watching me, the green of his eyes now obscured by his blown pupils. In the distance, his phone rings again, and this time Foster softly curses.
“Should you get that?”
“I’m not ruining this.” Foster reaches behind me to unclasp my bra, slowly pulling it away from my breasts. “You have lovely skin, like peaches and cream.” He bends to kiss my shoulder before he pushes his slacks and boxers off his hips and down his legs, stepping out of them. Out springs his cock, long, veiny, and thick. I can’t tear my eyes away. I know it is ill-timing, but I start to laugh as he stands there naked, clad only in a pair of black socks.
“What’s so funny?” he asks, hands on his hips.
I cover my mouth, speaking through a muffle, “Your socks.”
Foster leans over and yanks them off, depositing them on top of his pants. Now gaping at the sculpted body of my husband, I take a moment to look over his beautiful physique. Eagerly, I move for his cock, but he grabs my hand before I could grasp him. Tugging me closer, he raises it to his mouth to kiss.
“Your turn. I want you naked.”
I obey his request, divesting myself of the scrap of cloth he termed non-underwear.
“Get on the bed, all fours, that gorgeous ass in the air.” Something about Foster’s commands makes me want to submit. Maybe it is because I am too far gone to care and in need of gratification. I’m not ordinarily subordinate in bed by any means, but to him, I want to bend to his will.
“Paige, you’re still on birth control, correct?”
“Yes, of course,” I retort quickly. It was one of the questions I marked off on the contract before I signed. At the time, I had no idea why it was there since it was a business deal.
“Don’t get defensive; I’m just asking. We have time for children.”
I avoid the argument by wagging my ass.
Behind me, Foster groans. “Tease.”
“Be gentle,” I remind.
“You might not want me to be.”
A spike of fear goes through me as I recall the horrible dream I had about him raping me. But when he slides his finger through my slick folds and pumps into my soaked channel, my belly tightens with need. As I push back against his hand, he withdraws.
“Patience, baby. I’ll give you what you want soon enough.” There’s a pause, and then I hear, “Fuck, you taste delicious, like strawberry ice cream on a hot day.”
I sway as I wait for him to continue. “Now who’s teasing?”
Foster doesn’t answer as he gives my right ass cheek a gentle slap. His body covers me as his chest touches my back, and he plants kisses on my back, biting my left cheek when he moves down my body.
“Hey, don’t mark me,” I protest.
“It wasn’t hard enough to leave a mark. You have a beautiful body.”
“So do you. I think I’d like to see it.”
“You have seen it, and this is just the beginning.”
I turn to watch Foster place himself at my entrance and thrust, so just his head enters me. I mewl with delight. The months spent without what I wanted most dissolve as he fucks me. He pauses halfway, and my frustration rises.
