“Is there some kind of limit?”
“If we’re going to spend the rest of our lives together, we might as well spread them out. Learn something new each day, you know?” He stands, takes a long draw of his coffee, and winks at me. “Now, I need to shower. While I won’t share any more secrets with you now, I have no problem sharing a shower.”
I stand, undoing the knot holding the sheet up and allowing it to fall to my feet. “Are you saying I’m dirty, husband?”
“I’m saying that I’m ready to fuck my wife again.”
36
A rushof adrenaline hits me as I admire Liliya’s naked body when she enters the bathroom.
Last night, I left no part of her untouched.
I tasted her like a starved man.
Doing that for the rest of my life is my newest goal.
Liliya smiles at me, a little too smug for my liking.
I take one step, grabbing her by the hips, and spin her around. Her palms hit the wall as I press into her, dragging my hand down her spine and the dip of her ass.
“You’re making a face that looks like you’re up to trouble,” I murmur into her ear.
She glances at me over her shoulder. “I was hoping you’d be my trouble.”
I draw my hand back and slap her ass.
She yelps but tilts her hips toward me, like she wants more.
“Are you going to behave while we’re in Chicago,guaio?”
She doesn’t answer, just bites into her lip.
I give her another whack.
This one stings my hand, and I can already make out my handprint on her skin. Her moan tells me she’s loving this.
I inch back and push down my shorts. My cock bobs forward, throbbing and hard as a rock. She peeks over her shoulder, eyes dropping to my cock, and presses her thighs together, rubbing them.
“Come here, Liliya,” I say, stepping away from her and stroking myself. “You want to play games and tease me? Get on your knees and suck my cock.”
She saunters toward me, being so obedient.
Such a contrast to my normal runaway bride.
She sinks to her knees in front of me and rakes her nails up my thighs. My fist clenches around my cock. The pain feels so good.
I buck my hips forward. “Deep throat me.”
Her lips part, just barely, but she pauses.
“I’ve never done this before,” she says shyly.
I stop stroking myself at her admission and stare down at my perfect wife on her knees before me. She looks up at me, vulnerable but also trusting.
“You’re joking?” I ask before realizing my response was an asshole one.
When she shakes her head, something inside me shifts.
