Poison Touch

I

I tiptoed down the hall, anxious and very aroused.

"Vous ne recevez pas le client? Pourquoi avez-vous pas dit plus tôt?" I heard him say. Who was he talking to?

"Non c'est bon. Je vais traiter avec elle. Le commerce du stock est encore bon droit?"

Damn his french was good. Nevermind that, should I tell him...? I looked down at myself and back up. No, he's busy, he won't want to cut time to... do anything with me. He's working. I leaned carefully in the doorway. His back was facing me thank God. But I've seen that back bare, and right now, I desperately want to see it again. His dark hair was just the right kind of messy to be considered sexy. I can just imagine his green eyes. And if I go lower...

"Ouais, je vais avoir besoin de rappeler dans quelques-uns, je peux entendre ma femme et elle a besoin d'un peu d'amour . Hahaha, ne pas la mauvaise idée Sam."

Damn it! He really won't want to. Ugh, I'll have to.. take care of myself.

"Bon Sam , je dois raccrocher. Elle devient anxieux. Recevez les offres faites."

I crept back into our bedroom. Sighing, I questioned it. Why is he working now? I couldn't stop rubbing my thighs together. Damn you Blake! I slipped my hands in between my shifting thighs.. I was thinking that could calm it down, but no. It increased.

I really want him. Him in all aspects. His kisses, his body, his moans, his stupid chuckle, the way he knows where and what to touch at the right moments.

He's had sex too much.

And I love him.

Damn it!

I rubbed myself slightly before tipping the edge of two fingers in. I shivered. It's been a long time since I've had to please myself. I went further and moaned slightly.

"Rinne, why didn't you tell me this is how you felt?" The sudden voice surprised me.

"You were busy and I thought-"

"You thought I wouldn't make time for my wife?" He wrapped his arms around me from behind. "I'm sorry that's the image you've had of me. But I won't neglect you, especially when you're like this." He placed soft kisses on my neck. God, how does he do that? Feeling his lips on my neck and his hands getting dangerously close are spiking me. "So are you going to continue?"

"What?"

"You do have your fingers inside of you do you not? Are you going to continue? Because," His hands suddenly appeared on mine, his fingers encasing my own. "I could help."

"Fuck Blake, you want to help?" My breath sped up.

"Is that such a bad thing?" He whispered, nibbling on my ear.

"No, that's.. great. That's a great thing." I was starting to get afraid I couldn't breathe

"That's good..." Blake pressed my fingers in deeper as he kissed my neck. I moaned a little longer than before. I let him push my fingers deeper. I moved them to the right place, and bit my lip. If I moan again..

I did.

Blake sucked on my neck as he used our hands to please me more than he knows. He kissed (maybe even licked) my neck, I think he even bit as my fingers reached deeper than I could ever get them.

"Rin, can I turn you around now? I need.. I'm craving something." Haha he's getting a little flustered. Before he could say anything, I turned around, my lingerie-covered chest pressing against his. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. Right away, his tongue entered my mouth, igniting a strong flame in me. He pushed me down on the bed. I pulled him closer, down so that my breasts pushed against him. "Rinne, if you keep doing that I'm not going to be able to restrain myself."

I whispered carefully into his ear "Maybe I don't want you to restrain yourself."

That did the trick.

"Why did you say that?" He whined, and practically ripped his shirt off. "You're lucky you're my wife."

"Why is that?" I said as I unbuttoned his pants.

"I don't have to hold back because I know you'll still be here." I hit his arm playfully as he stripped. Eventually I pulled off my top, so he could admire the chest he felt earlier. And my, did he admire. He carefully slid his hands down my body and slipped my panties off. "I hope you're ready." I gripped the sheets as I felt him slowly enter me, over and over. I moaned and whimpered as he regulated his speed. I gasped as I felt how deep he went. It hurt, but the pain was nothing compared to the ecstasy I had.

"Blake.." I called. I swear that motivated him somehow. I arched my back higher as our brink came, gripping his back now. God how did he do this to me? No one has been able to get this reaction out of me before. We moaned simultaneously as we (also simultaneously) cummed. I think I enjoyed it too much. Blake laid down next to me, our breath heavy. He stared into my eyes, as they were the only things communicating.

"Uh, Blake?"

"Hmm?"

"You're still inside me."

"Oh, I'm not done."