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The more that I know about her, the more I start to believe that maybe I deserve this woman in front of me. I want to be better. Not just for me, but for her and this marriage.
Twenty
aria
SinceJamesonandIhad our dinner date a few days ago, it feels like he is being more open with me, but I still sense there is something that he is not ready to share. And that is okay because I know deep in my gut that he will when he is ready, he will come to me and share it. We are learning more and more about each other, and I feel it’s making us stronger. I am starting to fall for my husband…and it feels great.
Standing in my closet with my silk bathrobe on, I am putting moisturizer on my legs when I feel him staring at me. I don’t even have to see him, but my body can always sense him when he is near.
“Do you see something that you like?” I him while looking up at him through the mirror in front of my walk-in closet. Smiling, I open my rob and let it fall from my body, pooling at my feet on the floor. I standing in just my G-string.
“Oh, I do very much so.” He licks his lips.
As I reach for my dress hanging on the side of the mirror, I see Jameson move behind me. Trailing his tattoo fingers up my thigh to the lining of my thong above my hip, slowly moving to my pussy. My breath hitches, and he sees the effect he has on me in the mirror. Our eyes locked on one another.
He lowers his lips to my ear and whispers, “Do you want to have some fun tonight?”
I lick my lips as they are dry all of sudden. I can feel the dampness in my panties with him just looking and touching. I nod.
“I need to hear you say it.” He nips my neck, and I let out a soft moan. “Words, Angel.”
“Yes, I do.” I finally get the words out, and they come out raspy.
“Good, little wife.” I watch as his other hand pulls something out of his pocket. He moves his hand in front of me, and I feel a light vibration as he glides it down my chest to my left breast and over my nipple. I arch my back with my eyes still on his.
“I am going to put this inside you, and I will have control of it with the remote. I will get to decide if you are to come tonight and where. I could make you come as you are speaking to your boss or colleagues. Or even during the ceremony. I want you to beg me to let you come like the good Angel you are.” He moves the tiny vibrator to my other breast and nipple with the same motion. I can feel I am soaking wet and my clit’s pulsing.
He brings the toy up to my lips. “Suck,” he commands.
I open my lips and suck on the toy. He pulls it from my mouth and glides the toy down my body with me watching him in the mirror. If we didn’t need to finish getting ready, I would beg him to fuck me right now. He stops right along the edge of my thong.
“I bet if I were to stick my fingers inside your sinful thong, my fingers would be soaked because you love the thought of me having control over if you get to come or not. Tell me I am wrong.” He kisses my shoulder and nips it.
I gasp. “Yes,” is all I can get out.
He chuckles as he moves his fingers to my G-string, pushes it to the side to have access to my already soaked pussy, he takes the vibrator that I just sucked, and places it on my clit. He pulls the fabric back over, holding the toy in place. He removes his fingers, he brings them up to his mouth and licks off the wetness from putting the toy in me. Pulling me closer to him, my back is pressed now against his chest, and I feel his hard length on my backside. Holy fuck do I want him to fuck me right now. He clicks on the toy and my body jolts as it vibrates against my clit. I throw my head back, and he brings his hand up to my breasts and pulls on my nipple. The vibrations pulsate against my clit, making my orgasm build quicker and quicker. I am about to come, then he shuts off the toy. My chest is rising and falling, and my breathing is heavy.
“Oh, Angel, tonight is going to be fun.” He kisses my neck. “We need to finish getting ready.”
With that he leaves my closet, and I am left standing there stunned and fucking irritated that he did not let me come. I need to come so badly.
The whole way to the gala, Jameson would turn on the vibrator and right when I was close to coming, he would turn it off, and he would chuckle each time. Asshole. I am beyond irritated and sexually frustrated…I just want to come. So badly.
Throughout the gala, Jameson decided to hit play on the remote in his pocket, subtlety I may add. Each time he would hit play was when we were speaking to one of my fellow realtors, my boss, other realtors attending the gala, or clients. I would dig my fingernails into his forearm through his tux jacket. The asshole was unaffected. He is so calm as he is talking to everyone we meet. To make it worse, he would increase the vibration, and all I could do was not cry out because it felt so damn good.
Finally, we are not surrounded by anyone, and I am riding so close to the edge that I feel like if he doesn’t make me come, that my whole body will combust in this very moment.
Turning to face him, I glide my hands up the front of his tux and wrap around his neck. My lips hover over his ear, and I whisper, “Jameson, please let me come. I need you to fuck me. I need you, now.”
He lets out a deep growl that only I can hear, and his eyes turn a dark shade of blue. He reaches for my arm around his neck, laces his fingers with mine and drags me out of the event hall into the hallway. There is a coat closet off the right from where the gala is being held, he opens the door and shuts it firmly and locks the door. There is a soft glow of light in the room, and I look up to see Jameson’s chest rising and falling. My breathing is heavy as well because with him turning the toy on and off most of the evening, I am ready combust if he does not fuck me. I do not care how he does it. I need him.
I hear him lock the door and he stalks toward me, grabbing me by the throat with his strong tattooed hand. “I want you facing the wall with your hands placed behind your back. No moving. No touching. This is going to be quick and hard. I know just what you need, Angel. You have been so good letting me use this toy on you, and you listened when I said you would beg for my cock.” I turn and do as he says. He nudges my legs wider apart.
I feel my dress rise up my body and bunching at my waist, and I hear the sound of fabric ripping. I gasp at the coolness of the room against my wet, needy pussy. The toy and my thong are ripped from my body in a fast motion. I hear the sound of Jameson unzipping his tuxedo pants as it echoes throughout the coat closet. I feel the head of his dick with the cold metal piercing brush against my backside. Then, he thrusts into me without warning and moans loudly.
Grabbing my throat with one hand and his other holding my wrists on my back as he thrusts hard into me. “Not a sound.”
I feel him pull all the way out with his piercing just touching me, then he slams hard into me, and I bite down on my lip to hold in my cries, I break the skin and the taste of metallic coats my tongue with my blood. He grips my throat harder by adding pressure, I start to see stars, and I can feel my orgasm building and building. Jameson pulls on my wrists a little more, and as he does, he angles himself just right, and I come harder than I ever have. I bite my lip hard again, breaking the skin. I don’t even care. He pumps into me one last time and I feel him erupt inside me. Both of our juices are coating the back of my thighs. He releases my throat, leans in closer, and places a rough kiss onto my lips. This man. This man is everything I thought I never wanted but is turning out to be everything that I need.
