Page 28 of The Marriage Rebound

When she straightened, I instinctively slid back. She took slow steps while dancing and swaying, never breaking character even though she was only performing for me. Sasha eased onto my lap, gyrating her hips and pushing her breasts into my face. Soon as she was on me, I grabbed her ass, kneading the soft flesh and pulling her body close.

Being able to touch was the best perk of having my private dancer.

I buried my face in her neck and inhaled deep, drinking in the light vanilla-and-amber scent of her favorite perfume before kissing and sucking at the soft skin.

She kept moving, while singing softly in my ear. A sweet seduction. “I’m a little lost without you . . . I need you.”

Sasha placed her palms on either side of my face, brushing her mouth over mine, slowly at first. A teasing series of small pecks mixed with soft nips to my bottom lip. When she slipped her tongue in, I moaned at the connection. She pressed closer, controlling the kiss. Her hard nipples brushed against mine. I gripped her ass, holding her in place; the heat of her body seeped through my clothes, as did the evidence of her arousal.

I’d missed this. Missed her. Missed the way we could be. The way we should be.

Sasha wrapped her arms around my neck, deepening the kiss. Our tongues swirled as we slowly drowned in each other. I moved my hands up her back, her flesh warm beneath my palms. Moving slowly, I slid to the edge of the chair. She pulled back, looked at me, full lips slightly puckered from our kissing and eyes sparkling.

She wrapped her ankles around my waist and with great care, I lowered us to the floor. I pulled the barely there bra down, revealing her plump breasts. She tangled her fingers in my hair when I captured a nipple between my teeth and then flicked my tongue over the tight bud. Hearing her moans of pleasure made me clench as the throbbing between my legs increased. Here we made sense. Here we worked flawlessly.

I gave attention to the other side, mirroring the actions that I had just performed. She hissed out my name, widening her legs, the heat of her, her wetness easily felt through her skimpy clothing. As I started to work my way down her body, she stopped me.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m takin’ care of you tonight. Remember?” She sat up, forcing me back, and she slowly maneuvered so that she straddled me once again. “Don’t move.”

Sasha got up to retrieve a pillow from the chair. When she returned, she once again settled on top of me then gently adjusted the cushion beneath my head, but I didn’t miss the small case she laid beside me.

“What’s that?”

“Don’t worry ’bout it.”

“Alright. It’s your show.”

I relaxed on the floor, the softness of the plush carpet cradled us. Tilting my head, I enjoyed the view. Breasts out, nipples erect, and a clear sightline to her juicy cunt through the sheer panties. Pure heaven.

She swayed to the new song as she slowly ran her hands under my shirt, inching the fabric up until I obediently lifted my arms above my head to aid in the removal of my shirt and bra. The cool air hitting my exposed flesh made me shiver. A devilish smile cocked up one side of her mouth as she ran her stiletto nail tip around my areola. I gripped her thighs and arched my back into her touch.

“You like that, baby?”

I nodded. “Mm-mm.”

She did it again, this time pressing slightly harder. The sharp pressure against my sensitive skin drew a moan from my lips. She continued teasing me, tracing circles on one side, then the other. I let her have her fun, enjoying when she wanted to top. I wiggled and moved under her touch, relishing the weight of her body on mine. And the easy nature of being with my wife.

I ran my hands up her thighs until my thumbs met. My eyes stayed locked on her as I leisurely stroked her pussy. She rocked back and forth against my actions before she put her hands around my wrists—doing as best she could on the arm with the cast—and lifted them above my head.

Leaning forward so that her face was directly above mine, she spoke softly. “What did I tell you?” Her hair cascaded down around us, tickling my arms, and the lightly sweet and floral scent of her perfume teased me, making me want her even more.

I stared into her warm brown eyes, trying not to smile at her attempt to scold me. “You didn’t say I wasn’t supposed to touch. Since when does you taking care of me mean I don’t get to also enjoy the feel of you beneath my hands? Or on my lips.” I tilted my head up so I could lick her chin. “Or on my tongue.”

“You being greedy.”

“I’m allowed to be.”

She laughed low before flicking her tongue against my earlobe. “Is that so?”

I turned my head, placing a soft kiss on the corner of her mouth. “Yes.”

“Will you behave and let me make you feel good?” Her tits were pressed against mine, and as she ever so slightly rocked her hips, I felt her arousal on my bare stomach. It made me want to flip her over and bury my head between her legs, but like with breakfast and the dance, she wanted to do for me. The pillow princess treatment wasn’t something I’d been on the receiving end of—it just wasn’t how I rolled—but I would let her have her way with me and enjoy every fucking second of it.

“I’m all yours, baby.”

Sasha’s eyes sparkled as she loomed above me with a bright smile spreading across her face. Slowly, she leaned down and kissed me again, soft and slow. Her warm palms on my cheeks kept my head right where she wanted it and when she suckled my tongue, I had to ball my hands into fists to keep from touching her because all I wanted to do was grab her ass and pull her down onto me. There was too much space between us. She started inching her way down my body, flicking one nipple with her tongue, and then the next. The scraping of her nails on my skin as she went left a trail of goose bumps. Seduction was clear on her face as she dramatically wrapped her fingers around the waistband of my shorts. With the slight tug, I lifted my hips to aid in their removal.