I trail my hand down her body, first cupping her breast before giving her nipple a hard pinch. A gasped moan leaves her lips as she arches her chest into my touch. Nipping at her ear, I whisper “Naughty wife. We have a busy couple days ahead of us and you can’t help but to grind that ass into me.”
“Mmm, yes please Mont. I need you,” she begs. Lifting her leg she lays it over my thigh, opening herself up to me. My hand glides down her body before I cup her mound, applying just the right amount of pressure on her clit before I pull away.
I pop my head up quickly to confirm our bedroom door is locked, before double checking the baby monitor. I pull away from Josie enough to flip her onto her back.
A gasp leaves her as I roll on top of her and pin her hands above her head. Her pupils dilate with need, chest flushed with the prettiest shade of pink. I keep her pinned and just watch her as her breathing begins to pick up. She tries to grind against me but I have her pinned enough that any attempt is futile.
Placing both her hands in one of mine, I hold them in place while I search under the pillows.
Shiloh is still young enough that he won’t snoop in our bedroom. I know eventually I’ll have to get creative but tonight is not one of those nights. My fingers graze across exactly what I’m looking for.
Pulling out the restraints at the top of the bed, I secure her hands one by one. An excited whimper comes from below me, but I make her wait. Making sure there’s no way she can get out of this. When her wrists are successfully secured I look down at her.
Josie lays before me with her lip between her teeth. My eyes trail down her body as I take in her little crop tank top that stretches deliciously across her tits, her peaked nipples begging to be suckled on.
Yanking her shirt up I do just that. My tongue circles her right nipple, getting it nice and wet before I pull away slightly, blowing on it. Her light brown areolas tighten at the sudden change of temperature. I watch for a minute longer before I look up at my beautiful wife, leaning forward and taking her nipple back into my mouth
A groan leaves Josie’s chest, and moments later I feel the sweet taste of her milk coat my tongue. The faint snap of the restraints, paired with the writhing tells me just how much this is driving her wild.
I let go with a pop, watching as her left breast trails milk down her mound.
“Look at you.” I breathe, rising up on my elbows slightly. When I feel her hips push forward into me, I tsk.
“Ah, ah.” Shaking my head, I sit fully up. Both of my hands landing on her hips as I hold her still. “If you can’t sit still and let me taste what is mine. Then I will have to do your feet as well. Can’t you be still for me, baby?”
Josie nods her head at me frantically, “Yes, Mont please. Just keep touching me.”
A slow smirk pulls at my face, I’m nowhere near done with her yet. I remove my hands slowly, watching for any movement. When she remains still. Shaking, but still. I grab her waistband and remove her bottoms before continuing my mission of tasting every inch of my wife.
I quickly make work of lapping up every drop of liquid that trailed down her bosom before taking it in my mouth and taking another taste. The same sweet taste envelops my senses, but also the feel of Josie grinding her pussy up against my stomach.
I’m off the bed with her right ankle in my arm before she knows what’s happening.
“What no. Mont, no keep going. I promise I’ll stay still.” Her sweet pants between every few words does nothing but encourage me to continue.
As much as she protests she loves being tied up. Tied up, at my mercy to do whatever I please. Elongate her pleasure- draw out every orgasmuntil she’s a hot, crying mess. She makes quite the effort to fight to keep her left leg loose. In the end, she’s spread out, all four limbs tied down.
I step back and enjoy every curve of my wife on display for me. I’m addicted to every inch of her. Her head is angled up looking at me, cheeks flushed with arousal. Eyes traveling down to her breasts that I love to squeeze together and fuck on occasion. Watching my cum paint her face, marking her as mine, sets off something feral in me every time I think about it.
When my eyes reach her stomach, I watch as she tries to hide herself. Her stomach has always been an insecurity for her, but it’s one of my favorite parts. Her body changed and grew our boys in a way that I’ll never understand. I love every tiger stripe that dons her stomach as a reminder of the changes she went through to make our family.
When my eyes follow its trail down, I see her swollen wet lips. My erection screaming at me to put it out of its misery and sink into its warmth.
“Fuck. You look so good like this.” I groan as I grasp my cock and stroke it slowly over my sleep pants. “I should keep you tied up like this all the time.”
A breathy laugh leaves her, as she tries and fails to get out of the restraints. Her head flops back with a groan.
Shucking off my pants, my cock springs free. Precum beading at the tip before it drops to the floor. Eating the distance up, climbing onto the bed and settling between her thighs.
Trailing my mouth up each thigh, sucking occasionally enough to leave a bright red mark before I arrive at my destination. Tracing my tongue along the seam of her slit, a groan breaks free from my chest.
“So. Fucking. Delicious.” Enunciating every word with each lick.
“Please Monty,” she begs.
“What do you need, baby? Do you need me to stop?” I tease, but her head whips up and she glares at me.
“Don’t you fucking dare, Benjamin Montgomery so help me.” she growls, squirming before me, as if she’s trying to use her pussy in a come here motion.
