“If you’re all about giving me orgasms, then you best get down on your knees and get busy,” she challenged, then let her soapy hand run between her thighs wantonly.
Her head tipped back as she moaned, her fingers lazily playing with herself and putting on a hot fucking show. My cock rose to the occasion as I removed all of my clothing.
“The only person who’s going to be getting on their knees is you, wife, when I plant my cock so far down your throat you won’t even remember your own name,” I grated through my teeth, the visual making me bead at the tip.
Her eyes snapped open, and her hand stopped moving between her thighs.
“Is that right? You seem very confident in what you want.” Her voice was a low, sexy timbre that I’d savor in my memories of this night for years to come.
“I always know exactly what I want,” I growled, hooking her waist and sliding her wet, naked body against mine.
She gasped and smiled, looping her arms around my shoulders. “If I’m to be on my knees, how is it that you will be giving all the orgasms this evening, hmm?” She wrapped a finger around one of my longer layers and tugged until I felt the pinch of pain at the root.
“That’s easy, baby. You’ll be riding my face while I fuck this sweet mouth.” I traced her plump lips softly with one finger as my other hand palmed her fine ass and I rubbed my length against her belly.
“Can we do that now?” she breathed, her gaze half-lidded, her expression drunk with lust. Or maybe the alcohol as we were both being unusually bold and honest.
I shook my head, and she pouted.
“No, right now, I’m going to fuck you from behind so I can stare at the ass that’s been a blockbuster feature in every one of my fantasies for as long as I can remember.”
Her brows scrunched together, but before she could say anything, I spun her around, shackled both of her wrists against the cool tile with one of my hands, and bent her over. “Spread your legs, darlin’。 Let me in.”
She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes blazing with desire. “Ask nicely,” she responded smugly, just as I’d expected.
Instead of asking, I pulled my hand back and smacked her fine ass with a mighty wallop, the same I would any broody mare acting up on the ranch.
Dakota yelped, quickly followed by a moan as I rubbed the slightly red handprint on her butt cheek. I took it further, dipping down between her thighs to ensure she was enjoying our shower time.
Just as I suspected…soaked.
I groaned and stepped up behind her. She still hadn’t moved her legs apart enough for me to get inside unless I shoved my way through. And I wanted, no, I needed her to offer herself to me of her own free will. So I nuzzled her neck, placing kisses and nips up the length until I got to her ear.
“Do you like being spanked, wife?” I whispered, then flicked my tongue along the shell of her ear.
She hung her head and sighed dreamily. “More.”
I chuckled. “Admit that you like it. That you want your husband to spank your ass and then fuck you hard from behind.”
Her head lifted, and she snarled. “Just fuck me already. You don’t have to be such a big dick about it!” She grumbled and then spread her legs as if she was being put out.
“I’ll show you a big dick.” That time I slowly eased inside, dipping my knees and thrusting up so high and hard that she stretched her body until she pushed up onto her toes.
“Goooooddddd.” She moaned, the sound echoing off the shower walls. “I feel you everywhere,” she panted.
“Is that what you want?” I kissed the back of her neck.
“Yeah,” she hummed.
“You want more?” I asked.
“Oh, yeah.”
“That’s my good girl.” I reached around and cupped her sex possessively, feeling myself wedged between her thighs.
I found what I needed, pressed the heel of my hand to her pleasure center, and plowed her from behind. Her body convulsed, rocking with me, her movements just as out of control as my own.
The shower had gone cold by the time we both cried out to the Heavens in carnal delight. But still, a promise was a promise. So after I fucked her silly in the shower, I dried her off, put her in bed, and gave her an hour’s rest. Which was when I woke her up, my mouth buried between her thighs, my body hovering over her form.
She rocked her hips up as I plunged my tongue through her folds and straight to the heart of her. My cock was just inches above her lips, and without even telling her what to do, my wife latched on with that sinful mouth and rocked my world.