Attached to the text was a picture of Jersey. The view was of her on her hands and knees on our bed. Her face, in which most was covered by her hair, filled the screen. Except for her bare shoulder and a sliver of her ass, which was sticking up in the air.
I don’t recommend looking at erotic pictures of your wife while in a meeting at work. Sitting there while executives droned on and on about projection reports and marketing strategies while sporting a hard-on isn’t a smart move. I retained not a single word after I saw her picture. All my thoughts had moved to how hard I would spank her ass for distracting me, then to how rough I’d fuck it to make the sting better.
I unbutton the last button of my shirt but let the material hang on my shoulders as I push the bedroom door open.
It’s a good thing Sam is staying with a friend tonight, because fuck me, the sight I walk in on has all rational thought leaving my brain.
The room is bathed in shadows, the only light coming from the lit, scented candles placed on several surfaces. Directly in front of me is our bed, and on it, is Jersey. She’s reclining back against a mountain of pillows, her top half in a sheer, black cami. Her bottom half is naked. Her thick, gorgeous, strawberry-blonde hair falls in waves over her shoulder.
To this day, Jersey is still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.
But at the moment, it’s not her beauty that holds me captive and has me seconds away from coming in my slacks. It’s what she’s doing.
Eyes hooded with desire as she watches me intently, her thighs spread wide open, Jersey has a hand between her legs. With the low lighting, her pussy is cast in shadows, so I can’t exactly see what her hand is doing, but from the way her hips undulate on the mattress and her panting, I know whatever it is feels really fucking good.
“Welcome home, husband,” she purrs.
“And a mighty fine welcome it is.” I slip my shirt down my arms and let it fall to the floor as I slowly walk toward the bed. “But it looks like you’ve already started without me.”
A husky moan leaves her lips, and her ass leaves the bed as she hits a sensitive spot. “I’m only having a little fun while I wait for you.”
My cock turns to stone behind the zipper. I palm my aching length and start ripping at the button of my slacks with my other hand.
“Don’t let me stop you. Please continue.”
I can’t get my pants off fast enough as I stop at the end of the bed. Being so close, I have a better view of her hand. She has two fingers shoved in her soaked pussy, and she’s using the heel of her hand to grind it against her clit.
“Don’t come,” I demand hoarsely.
One corner of her mouth lifts into a sexy smirk. “Then you better hurry.” She pulls her fingers from her pussy, and fucking hell, brings them to her mouth. Her eyes smolder as she opens her lips and slips her fingers inside. She moans and sucks her cheeks in, as if she’s relishing and licking away every damn drop.
My pants and briefs are shoved down and kicked to the side, and in the next second, I have both of her ankles in my hands. I pull her down to the end of the bed. Her husky laughter bounces off the walls in the room, and her legs bracket around my waist.
Planting my hands on the bed by her hips, I loom over her. “That was mine to have,” I growl.
With her eyes still dancing and her arms laying above her head, she looks between our bodies. “There’s still plenty left.”
“I want it from your fingers,” I tell her. “Put that hand back down there and fuck yourself again.”
Using her legs around my waist, she lifts herself until her pussy slides across my shaft. I groan and clench my jaw, on the edge of plunging into her as far as I can. Her eyes hold mine as she moves her hand between us. Instead of going for her pussy like she’s supposed to, she grabs my cock.
Her palm is so fucking soft and feels too damn good. I flex my hips back. “Hands off and put those fingers in your pussy, Jersey.”
Her eyes sparkle with mischief. “Yes, Father Adair.”
My cock jerks with her use of the moniker she likes to use sometimes.
Maybe the name should bother me, make me feel guilty for turning my back on the church, for using it in such a carnal way. But it doesn’t. I’ll never regret my time spent as a priest. For those twelve years, that was my calling. That part of my life is over. I truly believe it was God who put Jersey in my path. For a time, His plan for me was to serve Him. I’ve been set on a new path now, and that path includes Jersey, and it will until the day I die.
I flex my hips against the back of Jersey’s hand as she slides her fingers in and out of her pussy.
Once I know her fingers are covered in her juices, I demand, “Give me your fingers.”
Her hand leaves her pussy, and a second later, she’s holding it up between us. She scissors her fingers together, showing me how wet they are. I part my lips and suck both digits into my mouth.
Motherfucking hell, she tastes so fucking good. Better than the most delectable dessert.
I groan as I suck away every bit of her, then let her fingers slide from my mouth. Grabbing my cock, I press the head at her opening.