His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

153 Please Fuck Me

Naturally, he inserted his fingers inside my body once more. It appeared that he now owned my body.

I gasped. Oh, God.

He kissed me and allowed me to hear the damp sound underneath, which came from both of us and was as gentle as water gurgling.

I could hear him groaning as if he were ruining me, and I knew that he felt satisfied because that was fun for him.

So I closed my eyes and let myself dive in, feeling him lick the skin between my thighs and belly. I heard a muffled sound coming from my mouth.

My fingers slid through his hair as he moaned and gasped while I pulled him close to me.

When I came, I swore I saw heaven. The slow contractions swelled in the big waves, my thighs quivering around his head, just as he said softly.

"Can I f.uck you again?"

I nodded and he went into the bathroom. I heard the sound of running water, and soon I followed him.

After entering the bathroom, we stood by the tub while feeling warm and damp. The water was on the verge of leaking. He guided me to the other side of the restroom. He was in my behind. We were in front of a large mirror with two glass sinks.

"This time, I'm going to f.uck you in the bathroom." His tone was as domineering as ever.

He started kissing my neck as he knelt. I turned my head to the side to face him. I gripped the sink and kicked the sheets aside as he untied me from them with one hand. He crouched behind me and softly bit my butt as I gazed at myself naked in the mirror. I could not help groaning.

He stood up and stared at me. I tried not to move. His hand slid across my stomach.

"Eva, look at you. How beautiful," he muttered to himself.

He took my hand, put it on the back of his hand, clasped his fingers together, and put my hand on my belly.

"How soft your skin is."

He slid his hand in a circle and moved it toward my breasts.

"How plump the breasts are."

My hand was held tightly over my breast, and he let go of his thumb and gently stroked it over and over again. Oh, I hunched over, and my breasts were rubbed violently. He picked a n.ipple up with two fingers and pulled it gently. I looked at him, mesmerized, and moaned loudly as I closed my eyes. I didn't want to see the lascivious woman in the mirror climaxing in his hands.

I feel the touch, more and more excited. The touch of his gentle fingers made my heart skip a beat.

"Yes, that's it, baby," he whispered.

He took my hand and moved it down through my thighs into my pubic hair. He put his leg between my legs, separated my legs, and rubbed his hands up and down my pubic area. I bit my lower lip, and now I was like a puppet to him.

"Baby, let me see you touch yourself," he whispered, nibbling on my shoulder.

I groaned and he suddenly let go.

"Go on, baby." He stood behind me and looked at me. He wanted me to touch myself. No, I want him. It feels different. I'd be lost without him.

"You want me to f.uck you?"

"Oh, yes. Please," I pleaded.

He put his arm around me again, his green eyes looking at me in the mirror. He took my hand and continued to rub my c.litoris. I could feel his chest hair, his erection. Oh, come on, please.

He nibbled at my neck. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment. I felt him behind me. Suddenly, he stopped, put one hand around my waist, put my hand behind my back, and the other hand pulled my hair. I pressed myself against him with a flushed face, and he kissed me wildly, completely covering my lips.

His breathing was stuttering, and then he let go of me and turned me around.

"Hold the sink," he said, gripping my waist. I leaned forward. He reached between my legs and thrust into me instantly.

At first, his movements were slow, as if playing with me. Oh. I held on to the sink and shivered, leaning back to feel him inside me. Oh, that sweet, sensual taste. Then he squeezed my thigh tightly, in and out. He reached out to hold my breasts, gently kneading. Oh, God. I know I'm shaking.

"That's it, baby," he said in a low voice, adjusting the angle and pressing hard again.

I feel myself soaring, higher and higher. Oh. I held down the sink while trembling and screaming for an orgasm as I saw everything appear to twist in front of my eyes. He followed, leaning close to me and yelling my name as if in prayer.

"Oh, Eva."

His breath rose and fell in my ear, perfectly in line with my own.

"Baby, I want to f.uck you every second I smell you." He muttered to himself.

Oh, will it always be like this? So moving, so intoxicating, so wild. I wanted to talk about it, but now I was exhausted, wondering if I could ever get enough of him. We lay on the floor, his arms around me. I curled up in his arms, resting my head on my chest. Carefully, I quietly sniffed his breath, the sweet seductive flavour of the exclusive Frade.

"Now I'm going to f.uck you," he whispered, lifting me.

"Ready?"

"Yes," I answered softly, and he put me down slowly, f.ucking in little by little, staring at me. Oh, I close my eyes and enjoy the fullness. He swayed his lower body slightly, and I groaned and leaned forward, pressing my forehead against him.

"Let go of my hand," I whispered.

"Oh baby," he asked gently, then released his wrist and grabbed my waist. I held the edge of the tub and slowly moved up and down, staring at him. His mouth opened slightly as he looked back at me, his breathing quickened, and his teeth clenched on the tip of his tongue. He looked so sexy. We were wet and slippery, moving against each other. I leaned over to kiss him, and he closed his eyes. Carefully, I kissed him and stroked his hair. He likes it. I like it too.

We moved together. I pushed his head back and kissed him more deeply, controlling the pace in my lower body, quickening the rhythm and moaning to his lips. He started f.cking me faster and faster, kissing me back, lips and teeth together. Oh, it's all happening again. I'm coming.

The sweet constriction builds up again, and the water sweetly wraps around us, as if we were in our whirlpool, a whirlpool that grows crazier and crazier. I didn't care. I loved this man. I loved his passion. I loved the energy he gave me.

It was he who made me find the meaning of rebirth.

Finally, he carried me panting into the hot water, and we hugged for a long time.

The next morning, I was woken by a ringing phone. I half-closed my eyes and reached into the nightstand for my phone. I tried to open my eyes to see the caller's name on the screen.

Daley.