Forhiswife.
I hopped off the counter and walked towards the bedroom. He just followed me without a word. I sat on the bed and spread my legs. “Do you remember back in Paris when you told me you liked control, surrender, and that you liked it when someone asked for what they wanted?”
“I do,” he says, studying me.
“Then come on, control me, do everything you ever wanted to do with me. I’ll surrender to you,” I tease, but I truly want to see what he hasn’t given me so far. I want to see that side of him.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for, Samantha.” His eyes go dark.
“Then show me,” I tease again. He takes a deep breath, and I can see the shift in his eyes.
“Spread your legs wider, and stay there.” I obey, watching him walk towards my nightstand. He grabbed my vibrator, a bold move. “Open your mouth,” he said as he walked my way with the vibrator in hand, and put it in my mouth. “Suck on it, eyes on me.”
Okay, now my panties are really ruined.
He started pressing and pulsing on my clit with his hand while I played with the toy in my mouth. “This is going to feel deep,” he said, pushing the toy all the way back to my throat. I gagged, but kept playing with it. “Good job.”
He took it out, pulled my panties to the side, and slid it into me. A low moan escaped me, and my legs closed. “Uh, uh, open up.” He’s playing with the toy and playing with me. With his other hand, he unclasps my bra, freeing my breasts, and cups one into his mouth. Licking and biting my nipple hard enough that it hurts—in a good way.
I’m losing it, and I’m so close. “Theo fuck me, please.”
“No,” he said in the calmest way and kept playing with the toy.
He turned it on at the highest setting, and I felt how my soul left my body. My orgasm consumed me. I moaned, gasped, and screamed his name.
“I did what you wanted. I showed you what you wanted to see. Can I tell you what I want now?” I nodded.
“I want to spend the night making love to my wife,” I laughed, “After making me come like that?” He nods and starts kissing me, slowly, deeply, and I melt right into his arms.
He took his time now, I swear he kissed every inch of my body, traced every scar, and counted every freckle. He worshiped me. And I have never felt something like this in my entire life.
“Can I take these panties off now?” I nodded, laughing, “You already ruined them, so yeah.” I felt electrified when he slid them down my legs. He grabbed my ankles and put them on his shoulder, and he slid into me. His movements were so different now, so slow, so controlled, sweet even.
I lost count of the positions we did, and the times we did it that night.
“You know, when I first met you, I thought that you were sent to distract me. I needed a distraction, and somehow life knew to put a quirky, sexy as hell flight attendant on my flight.”
“I did distract you, but it was your fault.”
“How so?” he said, looking at me with such curiosity in his eyes. “You kept talking to me, and then you invited me to share a wine bottle, and you almost invited me to a threesome.”
He laughs now, really laughs. “I have a question about that,”
“Yes, I would’ve joined you two that night.”
“You would’ve?” He arched his brow, lookingreally surprised. “Look, when a hot man is flirting with you, and a hot bartender insinuates a threesome opportunity, in a foreign country, you think you will never see those people again, so you say yes.”
“You sound experienced, Samantha,” I laugh. It is refreshing being able to talk to him like this, about everything and nothing at the same time. “That wasn't my first layover in Paris, Theodore.”
“You are full of surprises, aren’t you?” He pulled me closer to him and started kissing me behind the ear. “How many threesomes have you had, Mr. Jones?”
“Isn’t this the type of questions we’re supposed to ask on our first date, rather than on our wedding night?” Another kiss, and I can feel his hand going down my spine. “Fair point, but we have never followed the right order, so.” I can hear him laugh in the back of my neck, his hand getting dangerously close to my ass. “I’ve had a couple.”
“Men or women?” I start sliding my hand up his thigh. “Both,” he whispered in my ear, giving me another kiss.
I gasped dramatically, “Theodore Jones, you dirty bastard.”
“We were all friends, we all wanted to experiment, so we did.” I slid my hand a bit more, getting closer to his length. “Did you kiss the guy?” I grabbed him now and started touching him slowly.
