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“Positively awful, right?”
“The worst.” She drops her hand on my thigh.
“Nia…”
“It’s so”—she drags her palm up my leg until her fingers trail over my balls, then she cups my shaft—“hard to figure out how I’m going to endure your attention. I’ll have to think long…” She moans as she strokes my length through my tuxedo pants, which are suddenly way too constricting.
“About what?” I choke out.
“How to put up with you tonight. I have ideas…”
“I do, too.”
“Tell me.”
Clamping my fingers around her wrist, I drag her hand away from my cock. I need to take control of this situation or we won’t make it to our romantic destination before I fall on her and fuck her like a madman. “Lift your dress, take off your panties, and show me your pussy.”
Nia gapes at me. The air seems to dissipate from the car. She freezes, except for her harsh breathing, and stares at me.
“Now,” I insist softly. “I want to see you, wife.”
She closes her eyes. “Your command shouldn’t turn me on that much.”
But it does, and I’m a lucky son of a bitch. I feel even luckier when she pulls up her dress to the tops of her thighs and reaches under the lace sheath. With a shift and a wriggle, she comes up clutching a tiny taupe-colored thong.
I hold out my hand. “Give it to me.”
“W-what are you going to do?”
“Keep it.”
She lets out a shuddering breath and sets the scrap of hot silk in my hand.
I shove it in my coat pocket and cast her an impatient stare. “Thank you. But I can’t see your pussy yet.”
“What if someone pulls up beside us?”
“Who? There’s no one on this road, and if another driver comes close, it’s my problem. I’ll handle it. Show me your pussy, Nia. Now.”
“You’re awfully demanding.”
“It’s your fault. I was never this way before you.”
That makes her smile. The expression is hesitant and nervous. And aroused. It’s so beautifully female.
Then she raises her dress around her hips. I wish like hell I had more light in the car, but I know her bare ass rests against the seat. I see her pressing her slender thighs together. I laugh. As if that’s going to soothe her ache… I already know it won’t because even in the shadowy interior, I see her sex shimmering with wetness.
“Touch yourself for me.”
If I do it, we definitely won’t make it out of this car. And fucking my wife here, even if I could figure out how logistically, would be decidedly unromantic, especially for our first time as man and wife. She deserves better.
“You mean like this?” Nia spreads her thighs just enough to tease me and begins to rub her clit.
The sight of her fingers on her pussy has me gripping the wheel tighter. “Exactly like that.”
“Hmm. How much longer until we reach wherever?” She licks her lips. “Enough time for me to make myself come?”
As much as I’d like the show, no.
