Our Secret Dream 2

Husband & Wife Part 2

With those three words still lingering between us, like an echo in the wind.... Fuck. Me. Daddy....

We enter the master bedroom together. My eyes widening once more, how did he find this place?

Just as you think you've seen everything, or the most beautiful view you bang right into something new that'll snatch your breath away.

Exactly like the living room our room overlooks a private beach, two huge sliding glass doors with golden wood door frames. The white sand meeting the foot of the doors.

'Stop fucking wiggling' he groans.

I hadn't even realised I'd been moving in his arms. Well I now know why he's telling me off. I can feel him hard as bullets beneath me. His cock pressing aggressively against his slacks and into my thigh. Begging to be let free to join the party.

'Put me down, baby' I command.

Looking up at him as his eyes flicker between needing to be in control and wanting to succumb to my every wish, desire and need. Even if it is a demand.

Ignoring the conflict behind his eyes I watch as my husband slides me down his body until my feet are firmly settled on the floor. My six inch heals clicking at they hit the wooden floor. Shuffling from side to side to ward away the pins and needles in my legs.

Control. Yes, I need to take back some control I turn to look at him lowering my gaze over his body before sinking my teeth into my bottom lip.

'Sit on the end of the bed'

He pauses for a moment as his eyes roam over my body, hanging on to the sweet swell of my breasts.

'You look delicious' he pants. Sitting down as instructed.

His hands either side of his hips on the white bed sheets. His glorified erection pressing forcefully against his pants.

I take a step towards him, my eyes locked on his as our chests rise and fall with hurried breaths. With every pacing second I try to express myself through my eyes, to show him love, lust, desire and need ... because in this moment I'm feeling all those things and more.

With my arms outstretched I lower them down his body, starting at his shoulders, down his chest...my nails scratching his abs before resting on each thigh.

My head tilted up towards his as I push against his thighs, parting them so I can kneel between them. Each slither of contact setting ablaze yet another fire within me.

Seductively I caress my palms up and down his legs, from the top of his knee to the peak of his upper thigh. Teasing him with the tips of my fingers against his crotch with every caress.

I'm not sure about you but this is something powerful about kneeling in front of your man knowing that in a few moments he will be crumbling around you. Screaming your name in pure bliss. From just your caress, touch, massage, lick or kiss...

'Get ready for me baby' I whisper. My tongue licking my lips in preparation. Promising him everything and more.

'Fuck' he pants. His lust filled eyes glossing over as they darken with a new wave of desire.

I remove my hand from him, unbuckling his belt closely followed by his zipper. I pull against the fabric a few times before he lifts his hips of the bed for me, making it easier to pull down his slacks and boxers in one swift swoop. Always helpful.

'I have one rule before I suck'

'Rule? What rule?' He pants. Desperation clouding him.

'No touching. You touch me and I stop.' I threaten, keeping my voice level so he knows this isn't an empty threat, it's a promise.