My fingers moved up her inner thigh and toward her pussy.
She shuddered as I traced that line, and when I delved between them, she accommodated the move by spreading them.
Tracing tiny circles, each caress had the softest of gasps escaping her parted lips.
When I reached her panties, she made a fist with her hand, leaned her arm against the door, then pressed it to her mouth. Her eyes closed, I watched as she rocked forward then gently pivoted back.
Facing the traffic, my attention on the road ahead, I delved beneath the fabric of her panties and found her wet cunt.
Jesus, she was soaked.
After all these years, that didn’t come as much of a shock, but it didn’t stop my dick from aching or from wanting to drag her onto my lap so I could fuck her.
Still, this slow burn torment would be my reward.
I didn’t often fulfill Inessa’s exhibitionism, mostly because I was a possessive man, but whenever I did, she turned to putty in my arms.
Our impromptu visit to the club was going to ruin one of my surprises but that was okay. She deserved to be spoiled. I’d just wanted to gift her with this after Bump was born.
As I found her clit, she turned her moan into a spluttering cough that had Oisin flashing a glance into the mirror.
I didn’t catch his eye so he returned to staring at the road ahead.
In the flurry of movement, she widened her legs further, tipping one onto my lap.
I slid a finger along the folds, letting it fill her.
Her pussy clamped down and I watched as her fist gleamed white from the pressure she placed on it.
With every stroke, I felt her move nearer and nearer to an orgasm.
My dick responded in turn, wanting in her, not understanding that patience was a virtue with my wife.
As I circled her clit with a delicacy I wasn’t really known for, her sharp gasp wasn’t entirely unexpected.
“Inessa? Are you okay?” I demanded.
She gulped and shot me a dazed glance. “Yeah, just Victoria… she surprised me.”
“With what?” I questioned, aware that Oisin had shot a glance at me again.
All the while, I teased her clit until she detonated.
Her pupils flared as her lips wobbled when she tried to contain her release. “Nothing bad,” she told me shakily.
“It doesn’t sound like it’s nothing bad,” I half-mocked.
Her mouth turned down at the corners as she glowered at me.
“It’s nothing,” she repeated firmly, her eyelashes fluttering as I slipped a second finger into her cunt.
Hips rocking forward again, this time, her hand curved around my wrist.
She held it prisoner as she calmed down then rasped softly, voice low enough that Oisin wouldn’t hear, “I’ll get you back for that.”
I smirked. “I’m sure you will.”
She huffed, knowing that the threat was empty as much as I did.