She still had him by the balls, and he liked it a little too much.
“More,” he whispered, and his wife gave him that.
Maura kept working him over because she loved watching him out of control.
That was rare for him.
Truly.
Maura knew that Jagger loved some rough sex, and as soon as he was in control, she’d be at his mercy.
“Please,” he begged as she finally slowed down the oral torment. “I need a moment,” he said.
That was all she needed.
It was rare he tapped out.
“Oh, Jesus,” he muttered, as she crawled back up his body and sat across his hips. “Am I dead?” he asked. “I think I’m dead. I have to be. That felt too good. Almost rapturous.”
She grinned.
That was the plan.
“You always ask me that after sex, and what’s the answer?” she inquired.
“That I’m not, but it feels so good.”
Oh, she was aware.
Now, though, she wanted to feel that.
So, Maura found his mouth with hers and rolled, putting him above her.
“I need my husband to take care of me,” she said. “Hurry. I want you in me.”
Well, sign him up.
He began teasing and tormenting her. Jagger made slow circles with his tongue around her nipples. The whole time, she was whimpering in need.
“Don’t be a dick tease,” she said. “Just give me your dick.”
He grinned.
“Someone’s bossy when carrying a child, but luckily for you, I want nothing more than to be in you.”
And that was the truth.
Only, he knew what he craved more.
Some oral gratification.
Well, sign him up.
Jagger found her wet and ready for more, so he feasted, and he was in his happy place.
His wife…
She got him wild.
