Wilhelm chuckled, his lips finding hers in a quick kiss. “This is nothing compared to…” he trailed off suggestively.
His hand drifted slowly down her waist, across her thigh, and to the hem of her dress. With a gentle lift of the fabric, his fingers traced up her leg, each touch sending shivers through her body.
Genevieve moaned, her body trembling with anticipation as she felt his hand move slowly up her thigh, each inch a tantalizing torture, while his other hand continued teasing her nipple.
Wilhelm’s deft fingers found the sensitive nub between her thighs and rubbed circles around it, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her core.
“I know you enjoy this,” he purred, his gaze locking onto hers as he pursed his lips.
Genevieve gasped, her body arching against his, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
Slowly, he slid two fingers inside her wet canal and began moving them slowly, caressing her hard nub as he did so.
His touch was skillful, his fingers sliding in and out in an unhurried rhythm.
With his other hand, he pulled her head down, capturing her lips in a heated kiss.
She broke the kiss with a soft moan, her breath hitching as his fingers continued their steady motion.
With a swift movement, she tugged her dress over her head and threw it aside, and then she discarded her undergarments. She settled her naked body on top of him, pressing closer as he maintained the rhythm of his fingers, delighting in her wetness.
She reached for his face, her fingers trembling as they hovered just inches from his skin. Before she could touch him, he flipped her onto her back and swiftly pinned her hands above her head, his grip firm yet surprisingly gentle.
He subtly pushed her back, a silent command that stopped her movements.
His eyes, intense and unrelenting, roamed over her face, lingering for a moment on her blue eyes before gradually lowering.
His gaze traced a slow path from her eyes to her neck, then down across the soft swell of her breasts, before following the delicate curve of her stomach and finally landing on his fingers.
Genevieve watched him, trying to understand his intent.
But just as she opened her mouth to speak, his eyes rose to meet hers again, softening.
“You are a masterpiece, Genevieve,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe.
A deep blush spread across her cheeks as a wave of heat built within her, stirring something wild and urgent. Her hands trembled slightly as she tried to unfasten his pants, her movements both shy and determined.
He watched her, his eyes darkening with lust.
She pulled out his rigid shaft, her fingers curling around him, her touch gentle as she ran her hand along its length, her thumb gently rubbing the circumference of its flared tip, coaxing a soft moan from his lips.
She gripped him at the base, her breath catching in her throat as she slowly guided him to her sex. They both gasped as his throbbing rod slid inside her.
Wilhelm’s eyes fluttered shut as he moved above her. His hands gripped her hips, his body reacting to their mutual pleasure. Genevieve felt his thick, pulsing manhood deep inside her, filling her completely.
His hands, still gripping her hips, guided her body up and down, matching her rhythm as they moaned in unison, and he groaned her name. “My God, Genevieve.”
He squeezed his eyes shut as he repeated her name, his voice low and desperate.
“Genevieve…”
His shoulders tensed up, and with a final shudder, he released his seed deep into her, sending a wave of tremors through her body as she reached the zenith of her desire.
She cried out, digging her fingernails into his shoulders as her walls spasmed and squeezed his shaft.
As their wave of ecstasy ebbed, Wilhelm opened his eyes and smiled at her gratefully, and she smiled back at him tenderly.
“I love you, wife,” he murmured, gently brushing her hair back from her face before pressing a soft kiss to her lips.
