𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 || 18+ ✔

𝟐𝟒. || 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞.

Arush's POV :

Once Sara has come down from her orgasm, and I've composed myself as much as possible, I flip her over on the bed so she's facing me.

Her skin is flushed and damp, a few rose petals sticking here and there as she lies in the middle of them. The heart shape is long gone, the heady scent of the flowers filling my head. So strongly I swear I can taste it.

Can still taste her too. Salty and musky sweet. I reach for her panties and tug them all the way off, my eyes narrowing when she slides her legs open, revealing herself completely to me.

Pink and glistening and so damn pretty. I reach for her, trailing my fingers along the inside of her damp thigh, noting the way she shivers at my touch.

This isn't fake. My wife wants me, and that fills me with a certain satisfaction that shouldn't feel so damn good, yet it does. Our situation is unusual. Fucking crazy if we're being real right now.

But in this moment, I wouldn't have it any other way. She understands where she fits into my life. Just like I know where I fit into hers.

Running my hands down her smooth legs, I clamp my fingers around her ankles and spread her even wider. As wide as she can go.

She watches me with a hint of fear in her eyes, though she must know I'd stop if she was truly scared. Meaning I don't think she's afraid at all. She seems to like it. How rough I'm being. It's not my usual style, but damn.

When I undressed her earlier, this foreign, possessive urge took over me, filling me with the need to show her who she belongs to. Me.

I never want her to forget it. I climb onto the mattress and rain kisses all over her thighs, her glistening pussy calling to me. I lick at her clit. Swirl my tongue across it.

Around it. Draw it between my lips and suck on it. Hard. She lifts her hips, seeking more of my attention and I let go, moving away. Abandoning her completely so I can get rid of my boxer briefs and slip on a condom.

I can't do with condom during her pregnancy. She is 4 months pregnant now.

Sara rises up on her elbows, her gaze zeroed in on my hands. I grip the base of my cock and roll the condom on, her eyes flaring with heated anticipation. She's greedy for it.

Greedy for me.

"You want it?"

Her gaze finds mine, those blue eyes extra big as she nods.

"Say it." I get back onto the bed and she closes her legs, giving me room to climb on top of her, until my knees are on either side of her hips and our chests are pressed together, my face in hers.

"Tell me you want it."

"I want you."

"Tell me exactly what you want."