She’s stuffed full. We increase the speed of our finger-fucking as her other hand rubs faster and faster on her clit. Her breathing comes out in nonstop gasps and pleasured moans.
She’s amazing.
”That’s it. I can feel you getting tighter, Iris. You're going to come? Yeah, you are.” It’s not really a question as her walls pulse around our fingers and squeeze so tight that I can’t help humping the bed with my hard cock.
”Yes. Oh, yes!” Her voice comes out high-pitched, filled with an unleashed desire that indicates she is seconds away from climaxing.
I stop thrusting my finger and concentrate on rubbing that special spot inside her while she rapidly slides her fingers in and out of her pussy and flicks her clit at a quick pace that’s almost desperate.
”Fuck. Fucking come, Iris!” I demand, groaning as my cock leaks and pulses, shooting jets of cum into my pants. She letsout a loud shriek just as her pussy starts milking our fingers and squirting out liquid, drenching our hands and her thighs.
”Oh. My God!” she screams as she comes, almost in surprise as she squirts out her cum all over us.
My hips hump the bed until my cock stops pumping out cum in thick ropes. I’ve never come this hard before. As her orgasm begins to subside, her chest rises and falls rapidly while her arms flop to her sides in exhaustion.
”Holy shit,” she mumbles in disbelief.
”Yeah. That was fucking hot, Kitten. I’m going to have to get you to squirt for me every time.” I’m obsessed even more now. I promise myself to make her come that hard every time, multiple times a day.
If I could, I’d ignore my duty to the family and just live in this bed with her forever, but that’s not life, and sooner or later, she’s going to be fucking pissed off at me when I take her away from here.
“I hate you so much. You fucker,” she mumbles, her eyes closing and her breathing going deeper as she falls asleep.
I’m kind of impressed. A smug grin tugs at my lips. She usually has a hard time falling asleep without her tea. It must be the mix of alcohol and a strong orgasm that has her passing out so quickly.
“I know, wife, but one day you’ll love me more,” I whisper against her inner thigh, rubbing my five o'clock shadow beard back and forth over her skin to leave a mark before licking a strip of cum off her flesh.
She won’t see it, but she will certainly feel the burn in the morning.
A little reminder that this actually happened when she asks herself if she was dreaming or too drunk to remember.
CHAPTER 9
IRIS
Ifeel like I’m drifting in water. Why can’t I open my eyes? Everything is black behind my eyelids, an endless dark sea in every direction. Am I dreaming or awake? It has always been difficult to determine that since I lost most of my sight. I twitch my fingers, feeling the cotton of my bedsheet under them, and turn my head where my bedroom windows would be. The faint light reaches my eyes, allowing me to see the blurry outline of my bedframe and the French doors that lead out to the small courtyard balcony.
I groan out loud as I stretch my arms above my head, feeling a pleasant but deep ache between my thighs. Immediately, I pull my nightshirt up and feel around my exposed pussy. At once, my fingers touch the stickiness around my entrance and the dryness of my cum on my thighs.
“What. The. Actual. Fuck.” I wheeze out, scrambling out of bed in a panic and stumbling towards my bedroom door, but I’m interrupted from my freak-out as the door swings open.
Sofia lets out a faint, joyful bark and pads over to me, leaning against me in greeting before she starts sniffing loudly with her nose to the ground as she roams around my room, eventuallycurling up with a satisfied groan she always makes when she’s in her dog bed.
“Good morning, Lass!” Inga speaks in an overly cheerful voice from behind me in my doorway, causing me to whirl around with a gasp and press my hand over my racing heartbeat.
“Jesus! Don’t sneak up on me like that.” I exhale and turn towards her blurry figure as she flutters around my room, ignoring me as she hums under her breath, which is very unlike her.
I’m usually arguing with her, in the most loving way possible, before I’m even out of bed. But instead, she’s opening my drawers, pulling items out, and humming louder when I step in her direction.
“Inga… Is everything alright? Did something happen with your sister?” I ask worriedly, wondering about her strange behavior.
She’s never treated me any differently, even when I suddenly came home injured and practically blind. Something isn’t right. This is the weirdest morning. My head is pounding from my hangover, the very lucid dream ofhim,and now this.
She pauses, clearing her throat, and keeps her back turned towards me as she nervously arranges items on the top of my dresser. I can only see her outline in the bright morning light, but her shoulders are basically up to her ears like she’s guilty of something.
“Oh, everything is just fine. We have a busy day, lots to do,” she stutters, her tone nervous, making me step closer to her as my head tilts to the side curiously.
“Are you sure?” I ask again, starting to wonder if she’s hiding something as she steps away from the dresser when she notices me approaching her.
