Her hair teases me when she stops. My mind is reeling, trying to determine what she’s going to do next. I’m torn between wanting to be surprised and needing to know.
“Imala.” Her name almost sounds like a plea.
“Yes?” Her question is full of innocence.
“I…” I trail off because I don’t know what I’m asking.
“You what? Want some pussy?”
My dick twitches from hearing her talk dirty. When I don’t respond, she uses the tip of her finger to trace a circle around the head of my dick then trail precum down my shaft.
“Hmm?” she goads me.
Imala nuzzles my balls as her finger massages my perineum. I jump and little and my dick spurts more precum.
“Fuck, this goes both ways, wife,” I grit out.
I’m so fucking ready for her, each second we spend not fucking drives me crazy.
“Ohhh,” she mocks me. “Threats are not your friend right now.”
I want to grown-man weep when her tongue replaces her finger to tease my perineum. The plea doesn’t leave my lips. The stubborn part of me wants her to fold while the other is enjoying the torture. I almost cum when she bites my opposite thigh and delivers a little pain.
She moves again. Imala is no longer on her knees between m
y legs.
“My back is to you now. If you could see me, you’d see me slowly sliding down my panties, with my ass in the air to give you a perfect view of what you could be hitting from behind.”
What the fuck has she been reading?
Her soft thighs tease me when she straddles me. Imala sits until the heat of her pussy teases my dick. I bite my lip to keep from begging when I hear the sloshing. She doesn’t need to tell me that her fingers are in her pussy, I can hear it. Her legs tremble as she emits soft moans.
The cool air emphasizes the wetness she’s adding to my abdomen.
“What are you doing?” I ask although I have a good idea.
“Marking my territory. I’m writing my name with my wetness. You should always be covered in it.”
Imala grabs my chin with her other hand to pull my face close, she sticks her fingers in my mouth and kisses me after I suck them. We give everything to the kiss; our tongues slide across each other, mixing flavors and I love every minute. I’m lost in the kiss when I reach for her. Smacking my hand, she pushes me back against the chair and is gone again. My lap feels empty without her.
“I should punish you for breaking the rules, Wyn.”
The way she says it is so raw and seductive I break.
“Please fuck me. I’ve been craving you all day.”
“You may remove your blindfold.”
I rip it off to find her lying on the floor at my feet. Her legs are wide open and she’s playing with her pussy as she watches me watch her. Normally, I’d be content to watch this play out. Not tonight. I pounce once she sucks her own juices off her fingers. Pushing her legs further apart, I slam into her in one rough stroke. The skin on my shoulders sting from the assault of her nails. It drives me wilder. Imala's tits bounce from the force of my thrusts and she cries her pleasure. The wild gleam in her eyes tells me she’s still unpredictable and she proves it by slapping me for the hell of it.
I grit my teeth to keep from cuming. It doesn’t hurt but I have to teach her not to fuck with me. Pulling out, I flip her onto her knees. My hand grips her nape and holds her cheek down on the rug. She whimpers when I enter her, but her cries encourage the beast.
“Fuck, Wyn! Harder. I want it all.” Her thighs begin to tremble as I fuck her into the ground. “Yes! Just. Like. That. Don’t stop. Keep fucking going.”
Her walls clamp down so violently, my eyes cross when I cum with her. Reaching around, I finger her clit to prolong and intensify her orgasm. I’m soaked in her juices by the time we can breathe again.
I collapse next to her and she pulls me into another kiss. She’s smiling once we part.