I considered this, deciding once again that honesty was probably the best route to take with her.
“If you haven’t guessed already, I like it a little rough.”
I thought I saw a flicker of unease pass through her eyes. “What kinds of things do you like?”
“With you? I’m not sure yet.” I closed my fist in her hair, tilting her head back to expose her throat. “I know I like to tease your little cunt until it’s dripping and watching you beg for it.”
Her pupils dilated. “Oh God,” she breathed.
I dragged my mouth up her throat. “Maybe that’s why I haven’t given you my cock. Because I know you’re wet for it and I like the thought of you in bed, wanting me while I’m gone. Pressing those pretty thighs together, riding your fingers, trying to get some relief.”
She moaned, bucking her hips against me.
“Fuck, if it doesn’t turn you on as much as it does me,” I murmured.
“Please fuck me, Viktor,” she whispered.
I drew back, surprised. There was a hint of shyness in her eyes, despite the glittering desire, and I knew it was a blow to her pride to beg me like this. The realization sent a heady jolt of arousal through my body, making my cock throb.
“I won’t fuck you,” I said. “But I will make you come.”
Without another word, I pulled her from the counter and lifted her over my shoulder. She gave a surprised shriek as I turned off the stove and left the kitchen, stepping out onto the back porch. The guards were around the front of the house and the backyard was deserted. It was dark except for the porch light and the air was unseasonably balmy.
I set her down on the table. “Strip for me.”
She stared at me like I was insane and shook her head, glancing around. “The guards could walk by at any minute.”
“So what?”
“What will they think?”
I shrugged. “They’ll think I’m enjoying myself by eating my wife’s cunt from the back. Now strip for me, baby girl, or I’ll strip you myself.”
She flushed, almost panting, as she removed her shirt and shimmied out of her shorts. Then, looking over her shoulder, she slid out of her panties and unhooked her bra, letting the garments fall to her feet. I sucked in my breath, forgetting everything except the sight in front of me.
My wife was beautiful, all curves and angles in the pale light. Her breasts were erect, her nipples hard, and she had her thigh cocked in an attempt to cover her bare pussy. I moved forward, taking her by the waist and putting my fingers between her legs to stroke her soft folds.
“You look like a fucking wet dream,” I breathed. “Now get on the table and put your hands on the railing.”
She hesitated and then slowly climbed on the table, planting her hands on the railing so she was on all fours facing away from me. Looking out over the marshlands. I slid behind her, my cock throbbing in my pants.
Leaning in, I spread her pussy open with my finger and thumb. She pulsed and the tight muscles inside her clenched as I pressed her open. Until I could see the wet, pink inside of her pussy.
Slick enough to fuck.
I hesitated, tempted for a moment by the thought of sliding into the tight pussy in front of me. She’d no doubt be compliant if I wanted to take her right here. But something didn’t sit right with me. She deserved to lose her virginity properly, not over the railing of the back porch.
Her thighs trembled as I touched the backs of her knees, tracing my fingertips over the sensitive skin. She was so soft, like silk beneath my touch. I ran my hands up her legs to the swell of her ass, gripping the flesh of her hips. A thrill of desire moved through me, sparking heat at the base of my spine.
My God, she was beautiful.
I bent closer and she gave a little gasp as my breath hit her wet pussy. She smelled good, like a woman ready to be fucked. I ran my nose over her folds, barely contacting her skin, and she whimpered. Waiting until she’d stilled, I snaked out my tongue and flicked her clit once. Her spine arched, pushing her sex against my face and I lost the last remnants of control.
Taking hold of her hips to steady her, I ate her with long strokes of my tongue. Her body shuddered at each contact and she made little whimpering sounds that made my cock ache. What I would have given to sink into her up to my balls and fill her up until she had my cum running down her pretty thighs.
I found her clit and flicked the swollen nub with the tip of my tongue. Beneath my fingers, I felt her muscles tense as her orgasm built and my heart thudded against my ribs. God, I wanted her to come so badly. I needed to bury my face in her while she cried out her pleasure to the empty marsh.
Sucking her clit into my mouth, I rubbed it with the tip of my tongue. Around and around in a steady rhythm until she seized and threw her head back, her dark hair splaying across her naked back. My God, she was beautiful when she fell apart like this. Her body shook as she wailed, begging me incoherently not to stop as she rode out her pleasure against my mouth.