Page 94 of Fractured Empire

“Are you sure your room is soundproof?” she whispers against the side of my throat. Her lips press into a gentle kiss, punctuating her question and making me fucking shiver.

“I’m sure,” I grit out, finally making it to my bedroom door and restraining myself to open it slowly rather than push it out of my way as fast as possible. “But by all means, let me show you just how loud you can be without anyone but me hearing it.” The lock glides into place with a loud click and my wife inhales sharply.

“Take me to bed.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I grin.

Our lips meet in a hungry, heated kiss as I walk her further into the room, heading directly for my bed. There’s no time for her to take in the unfamiliar surroundings, nor is there even enough light for her to explore the room with quick glances. The already lit lamp on my bedside table is only powerful enough to light up my dark bed and headboard, which is precisely where we need it most.

Laying her down, she whimpers as the pressure between her legs grows harder, gravity pushing my weight down on top of her. My cock appreciates the added friction, and my hips rock forward once, chasing more of the pleasant sensation.

“Everything is so hot,” Katya whines, her nails raking down my shoulders. “Your sheets are nice, though.”

I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t make my bed today. My comforter isn’t nearly as cooling as my Egyptian cotton sheets.

“You like them, baby? You should feel how nice they are on bare skin.”

“Excellent idea,” she purrs, reaching for the base of my shirt and tugging it up. “We’re both wearing too many layers.”

Bottoms and tops hardly count as layers when you’re only wearing one of each, but who am I to argue with her assessment?

Sitting up on my knees, effectively straddling her waist, I tug my shirt off by the collar and toss it aside. Katya’s eyes heat as she rakes her gaze down my chest to my abs, her little pink tongue poking out to wet her lips.

“Your turn, baby.”

Using the space between us, I hook my fingers into the bottom hem of her silky tank top and lift. Katya arches her back to help me pull the fabric up and over her head, her perky tits bouncing as they’re set free. Her breasts are fair like the rest of her skin, but look unbelievably soft. They’re not large, but I already know they’ll be perfect for filling my palms when I touch them.

I didn’t get to see them last night, and it makes me regret not taking my time with her when we were lost in our lust. I could have sucked on these pretty little things for hours if we hadn’t been interrupted. I wonder if she’d come just as hard with my lips around her rose pink nipples and my fingers buried in her pussy as much as she did with my mouth on her clit.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I breathe out, leaning down to kiss the middle of her chest. Her heart. “I could look at you like this all day.”

“You can do more than look,” she offers, squirming a little as she does.

“Yeah?”

She makes a little noise of confirmation and it’s all the invitation I need to take a taste of her. Turning my head to the side, I take what I want and capture one of her rosy peaks between my lips eagerly. Her hips lift on contact, a moan falling out of her like a sigh. My tongue twirls around her soft skin, lavishing the sensitive bud as it tightens, becoming even harder. She’s sensitive and it’s fucking beautiful.

Switching to the other side, I give that nipple the same attention, teasing it with the tips of my teeth before sucking down. Katya’s head tips back as she moans louder than before, a pink flush crawling up her neck. She tastes like fresh linen from her clothes, with the barest hint of sweetness from her typical cinnamon scent.

She wiggles while I go from side to side, cupping and kissing each breast over and over again. Her fingers move from being balled up in the sheets to the band of her shorts, attempting to rid herself of the bottoms. She barely manages to move them at all between her gasps and moans, too distracted by pleasure to effectively undress herself. Wanting to help and needing to see more of her, I step in, fisting the silky shorts with both hands and pulling them off of her in one harsh tug.

Her knees fall open and she doesn’t rush to close them and hide herself from me. She has absolutely no qualms about showing off everything she’s got. Whether that’s because of self confidence, trust in me, or the fact that I’ve already had my tongue in her pussy and my mouth inches from her asshole, I’ll never know.

“If you prefer me bare, you’ll have to let me know,” she says suddenly. She isn’t meek as the statement rolls off her tongue, but bold and sure.

“Bare?” I ask, tilting my head.

“The hair.” She looks down, now blushing.

“This pretty little tuft?” I ask, hooking my index finger to caress through the soft blonde hair. “Now why would I have any complaints about this?”

Katya shrugs. “Everyone has their own preferences. Some people hate the way it feels, other people think no hair looks less appealing.”

“My preference is you exactly how you are.”

Katya reaches for my pants, clearly pleased by my response.

“Eager?” I ask, grinning as I reach down to help her. My dick shoots straight up swinging between us, as the sweatpants drop far enough down. The tip is red and leaking pre-cum as she wraps her hand around it and gives the shift two tight pumps. “Jesus, baby.”