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“So we should start,” he said, tugging at her headdress, “with removing these clothes.”
“Yes, but hang on.” She reached up and removed several hair grips. “Now pull it.”
He did, and it slid from her head. He set it to one side and then pushed her hair over her shoulders. “You are so beautiful, and I am so proud that you’re mine.”
“Yes, I’m yours.”
He set to work on her sari, slipping the shiny material from her body until she stood in nothing but a white bra and panties.
He whistled. “I’m one lucky man.”
Taking her hand, he led her to the bed. The one she’d dashed from at dawn. Now there’d be no such quick departureand hunt for a ride to the city. She intended to stay in bed for a few weeks as Tara had suggested they should.
“Lie down,” he said with a reassuring smile.
She did as he’d asked then watched as he removed his clothes. With each item that came off, she knew she was a lucky woman. Her husband was hot.
Then he was over her, kissing her, his hands roaming her body. “You’re so perfect,” he murmured, undoing the front catch of her bra. “I will never get enough of you.” He ducked and kissed her exposed breasts, spreading wet heat over them and making her moan for more. It was like a connection was strung between her breasts and her pussy, and her clit tingled with each of his kisses.
“Relax,” he said, pushing at the lacy waistband of her panties. “Just feel.”
“I am relaxed.” She smoothed her hands over his wide shoulders and down his thick biceps. “And I don’t want to wait forever for you to enter me. I need you, Ivor. I need you to be the one.”
“I am the one.” Her underwear was gone, and he settled between her legs, hovering over her. “Forever.”
Her heart pounded, and she stared into his eyes. “Yes.”
“Are you wet for me?” He sought her entrance with his fingers.
She nodded.
“Good.” He smiled. “Because I am hard for you. In fact, I have never been harder.”
She whimpered as he filled her with his middle finger.
“Does that feel good?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“And now?” He added another finger and pushed deep.
She gripped him with her internal muscles. “Oh! Yes.”
“And how about this?” He stroked his thumb over her clit.
She gasped. “More, like that.”
“I know what you need more of.” He straightened his left arm and looked down at her spread pussy, his hand working gently as his fingers pushed in and out of her and his thumb rolled her clit.
She followed his line of sight, her attention settling on his thick erection. The tip was shiny, as though he was already leaking pre-cum. It was one of the most erotic things she’d ever seen.
“Ivor. Oh…” She lifted her arms and clutched the slatted wooden headboard. Arched her back and pressed her head into the pillow. “I want you.”
“Soon.” He continued to work her. “Very soon.”
She groaned and hooked her legs over his. “Please.”
“Are you begging?” There was a smile in his voice. “Are you begging your husband to fuck you?”
