Page 100 of To Tango, with Desire

I stood frozen in place as she fisted me. I wanted nothing more than to shove her onto that mattress and rut like some fucking animal, but I didn’t. I held back. “Amira,” I warned.

Her wicked smile was invitation enough. “Did you think about me doing this to you tonight?”

I could feel the heat of her body as she stood before me, and the look in her eyes made me harder than granite.

I stroked her breasts, swirling my thumb against her nipples, knowing that I was torturing her just as much as she was me. Gripping her hips, I yanked her close.

“I imagined doing so much more.”

Eyes mischievous, she crawled on to the bed, waiting until I joined her.

“On you back then, husband.”

I did as she commanded, lying down. “I want to see you. I want to smell you when you suck me off.”

“I can allow that.”

“Turn around, wife, so I can taste you.”

And like a stealthy feline, she did so, sliding back until her ass was high, her pussy exposed. Taking me in her hand, she began sucking my cock, and it took all my self-control not to explode in her mouth. But I held back, stroking her ass, then toying with her clit.

She moaned around my cock, and the vibrations made me curse. Her mouth was soft, her tongue skilled, and I had to grit my teeth to stop myself from coming.

Slipping two fingers inside of her, I teased until she started grinding against me.

But I didn’t want to come in her mouth. I wanted to be inside of her. I needed to savor this moment, as if it were the first.

“Amira. Stop.”

She looked over her shoulder, sliding off me now. Her lips were even redder, her hair mussed.

“I want to be inside of you when I come.”

I reached over to the bedside table, pulling out a packet of condoms. I watched the covetous expression in her eyes and took my time sliding it on. I lay back, waiting.

“Me on top?”

“I’ve decided I like you in control.”

She bit her lip, then hovered over me. I watched as she straddled my legs, positioning herself. Gripping my cock, she placed it just at her entrance. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her, from this stunning woman who had defended me tonight. My breath caught, lungs seizing.

Slowly, she sank down, and the sensation left me momentarily stunned. She was so warm, so fucking wet. I gripped the covers, cursing. I wouldn’t move an inch. I didn’t dare. Because if I did, I would be overcome.

So I submitted to this torture. I watched my wife as she sighed, moving up and down, taking her time to adjust. She was so fucking perfect, so damn beautiful.

“Zane,” she whispered, taking me all the way. She rolled her hips, finding a rhythm that gave her pleasure, and I was engrossed by the sight.

Amira started slowly, rocking over me until she couldn’t hold back any longer. She toyed with her clit, growing urgent. I gripped her hips, turned on by the sight of her breasts bouncing over me.

I fought against the need to buck, the need to just fuck her senseless. She needed to have this, just as I needed to be inside of her.

So I watched, captivated.

My wife.

All I could remember was how she’d defended me, the words she’d spoken. All I could feel was bewildering possessiveness. But beneath that was pride to call her mine.

“Come for me, Amira.”