“Surprise,” I breathed into her ear as I loomed over her.
“They can hear us?” she moaned.
“They can.”
Gripping her hips again, I started to thrust into her, rocking back and forth fast enough to make her butt bounce every time I rammed home.
Her moans grew exponentially louder, until I knew they were a part of the show.
The men behind the bar elbowed each other, sniggering when she started to cry out.
Their sniggers, for whatever reason, had her pussy clamping down, and when I reached around to stroke her clit, she cried out again, the orgasm hitting her on the raw.
It went on longer than usual, and I gritted my teeth through it, her pussy making it torture to fight as it clung to my dick, but I powered through, knowing that the next one would make her detonate.
A cry escaped her as I took her through that orgasm, keeping pace, rubbing her clit with one hand, and then, I whispered in her ear, “Do you want them to see you coming around my cock?”
She gasped.
“Do you want them to see your face as you climax?”
Her lips wobbled as a keening cry exploded from her.
As her pussy fluttered, I whispered, “I have the remote in my pocket.” I let go of her hip then grabbed the remote and pressed it to the glass. “Five,” I muttered, my pace increasing as I felt my own climax approach.
“Four.”
She wailed again.
“Three.”
Her body started trembling.
“Two.”
Before I could say, “One,” she screamed out her pleasure, but her fingers clapped over mine to stop me from pushing a button on the remote.
The way she exploded around me had me gritting my teeth as I pummeled her cunt with cum.
“FUCK!” I growled, but it was nearly silent in contrast to her ongoing cries.
The server had jolted in surprise and shot a nervous glance behind her at the noises Nessa made, and because my wife was weird like that, she cried out again, cosseting me withanotherfinal orgasm.
As I thrust a couple more times into her, enjoying how her pussy milked my dick, her knees gave out and she almost crumbled to the floor. But I kept her upright, supported her as I stopped rubbing her clit and started, instead, to rub the taut curve of her stomach.
Her breathing started to soften, and feeling her begin to relax, I carefully helped her upright and hauled her into my arms so I could carry her over to the bed.
Gently placing her on the mattress, I ‘unmade’ it as she mumbled, utterly exhausted, “I recognize these sheets.”
“They’re the same as in our apartment.”
She rolled over onto the bed then scurried beneath the comforter.
I toed out of my shoes then dropped my pants to the floor and dragged them off before I joined her, enjoying how she immediately curved into me.
I’d never imagined I’d like that about going to bed, especially as I needed my space, but an inch was too much distance from Inessa.
We had to be skin to skin.
She flopped onto me, her face burrowing into my throat as she whispered, “I really thought you were going to let them see us.”
I smiled up at the ceiling. “I knew you would.”
I grabbed her leg and hooked it higher around my waist then united our hands together, making sure our scars lined up once more.
“You wouldn’t though, would you?”
I didn’t answer, just pressed a kiss to her forehead and tried to tell myself that it’d be bad for business to go and kill those barflies who’d heard her moans. “Get some sleep.”