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The outfit she would have worn is gone and left are some barely-there underwear. She shakes her hair out of her face but I’m still stuck on the transparent black thong and bra. Her nipples are hard and clearly visible. My hair towel falls out of my hand because I’m paralyzed with desire. My dick has gone hard so fast it hurts.
“Did you wear that out tonight?” I whisper since I feel I’d cum from the effort of speaking at normal volume.
“Yes.” The ways she smiles tells me she’s had a few drinks. “Under my romper. I was horny the entire dinner thinking about how you’d react.” She widens her stance and her hands rub her breasts through the bra then down her body. “Would you rip it, take it off slowly, or use your teeth perhaps?” She takes a step towards me and stops. Her hand dips under her band. “Then I thought about our wedding night.”
“What about it, Butterfly?”
She smirks at the name change but stays on topic. “It'll be damn fun telling you what to do now.”
Damn. My dick is dripping.
“Go for it.”
Her eyes flicker to my erection tenting my robe. She licks her lips, glossing the matte red.
“Lose the robe,” she orders.
Aroused excitement kills all traces of the tiredness I felt before. I do as I’m told but slower than normal. Her chuckle is sexy as she watches me.
“Since you want to play, crawl to mama.”
Oh! I like this.
My mouth waters when I inhale her delicious scent once I’m close. Imala is so ready for me. She moves back when I nuzzle her thigh.
“I didn’t say touch me yet, Wyn. Did you forget the rules?”
Fuck, that’s hot.
She doesn’t wait for me to respond as she turns to walk towards the bed. The sight of her bare ass cheeks pulls an appreciative hum out of me. Imala bewitches me every chance she gets and I love it.
My mind goes back to how sexy her shoes are on her, I want to fuck her dirty just for owning them. The diamonds in the ankle straps flicker with each movement.
“Sit in the chair,” she orders.
I do her bidding without taking my eyes off her back. Imala unhooks her bra and drops it on the floor. She retrieves her scarf and drapes it over her shoulder. When she turns, the silky material covers her breasts but her hard nipples imprint the scraps of fabric. The silk teases my shoulders when she moves behind me.
I’m not surprised when it covers my eyes and drops the room into darkness. After she ties it, Imala’s hands drop to my shoulder. That simple touch gives me a thrill. The sweet scent of her hair teases my nostrils when her head drops until her mouth is near my ear. Imala’s breath tickles my lobe and her now bare nipples press against the top of my back.
“I’ve been drinking,” she confesses as if I didn’t know.
A moan escapes when her teeth dip into the side of my neck as her palm slides down my chest. Her nips, licks, and kisses on the side of my neck feels so good my head falls back.
“Tell me something, husband. Have you ever begged before?”
“No,” I admit.
Her nail toys with my navel before she scratches her way back up. The scratches spread warmth through my body but I want to be buried in my wife’s pussy.
Her promise almost makes me cum. “You will tonight.”
Imala tilts my head back only to give me a brief sample of her lips then she’s gone. I miss her nearness already. The clack of her heels gives me a rough idea of her location but it’s still hard to tell. The shock of her fingers grazing my knees sends ribbons of arousal through my body.
“I’m on my knees between your legs in case you needed a visual.”
Shit! She’s such a fucking tease.
My moans are loud and probably unmanly when she begins an oral assault on my inner thigh. She uses the perfect amount of stimulation while avoiding my dick and balls. They hurt for her until I fear I’ll cum the moment she touches it.
