Page 13 of Claiming His Muse

I sit on the balcony of our suite in Hawaii, admiring the beautiful beaches. Jenny and I finally tied the knot a few days ago, and we’ve been exploring the gorgeous landscape of the island. Thanks to our friends offering to cover for us at the studio we opened together, we’re able to spend an entire two weeks soaking up the views and each other. The people that stop by my twice-weekly classes were sad to have their lessons halted, but they were understanding and excited – everyone loves Jenny.

Since getting together, she’s really blossomed, both socially and sexually, and it’s been a pleasure getting to be by her side every step of the way. As it turns out, she’s insatiable. We’ve tried so many new things, and while not all of them have been winners, some of them have become regular staples in our sex life.

Speaking of, I think I’ve let her wait long enough.

I rise from my chair and walk in through the sliding glass door, smiling at my wife naked and tied to our plush, king-sized bed. She loves the anticipation, but it’s sometimes hard to hold off on giving her the gratification she’s waiting for.

When Jenny sees me, she draws in a sharp breath. I can’t help but chuckle as I walk over to the bed and run my fingertips over her body. Goosebumps raise in the wake of my touch, and I can tell she’s more than ready for me to get started.

“I’m going to tease you a little, sweetheart,” I say as I walk over to my suitcase and open the front pocket to pull out a long, fluffy feather.

“Please,” she whispers, her eyes never leaving me.

Instead of answering her with words, I cross the room and stop next to her. I hold the feather just above her abdomen, smirking down at her. The muscles beneath her skin jump as she waits with baited breath. It’s adorable and hot all at the same time. I haven’t even done anything to her yet, and I already feel myself getting hard.

Finally, because I can’t wait any longer, I bring the feather down, swiping it slowly over her stomach. She hisses as I tease her. I move down to her thighs, watching as she kicks against her restraints involuntarily.

I move onto her other leg, enjoying the way she whimpers at the contact. Then I go back up her body, running the feather over each of her sensitive nipples. I don’t stop until she cries my name.

“What is it, sweetheart?” I ask.

“I want more,” she begs.

“More what?”

“Anything,” she says desperately. “Please, Blake. I’ll take anything you’ll give me.”

“Is that so?” I say as I drop the feather and move to take off her restraints.

“What are you doing?” she murmurs when she’s free, looking up at me with a confused expression.

Instead of answering her, I flip her over. Then, before she has a chance to realize what’s happening, I bring my hand down on her plump, round ass. The sharp sound of skin hitting skin fills the room and overpowers Jenny’s yelp.

I do it again, and she jumps. Her pussy glistens, wet and needy from the teasing and now the impact play that I know she loves. My self-control wavers, but I don’t give into my desire to fuck her. Not yet.

I spank her more, until her ass is bright red and my hand is tingling. She’s whimpering and sounds close to tears. Even if I had the resolve to draw this out longer, she’s more than ready for me to give her my cock.

“You ready for me to fuck you?” I ask, rubbing my hand over her cheeks in a soothing gesture.

“Yes, Blake,” she says. “Please. I can’t wait any longer.”

Who am I to deny that request?

Without any preamble, I lift her hips and shove my cock into her pussy. She’s so wet, so ready for me. It goes straight to my head, and I groan loudly. There’s no way I’m going to last very long, not when she feels so incredible around my length.

I feel absolutely feral as I piston my hips into her. The slick sounds of our lovemaking fill the room, and our unrestrained noises of pleasure add to the symphony. I don’t know if I’m jealous of anyone walking by that gets to listen or if I feel sorry for them.

Jenny’s hands grasp at the sheets. Her back is arched beautifully. She looks like a pornstar, and it’s all for me. We’ve talked about recording ourselves while we’re like this, but we’ve never done it before. Maybe we can break out the camera I packed before we head home. It would be nice to have a video to remember this beautiful room and how lovely she looks.

Her body starts to shake beneath me, and I know she’s close. All of that teasing and play before we started has her so riled up. I can’t say I’m surprised. She never lasts long after a spanking. I’m pretty sure it’s her favorite thing that we do.

I lift her up, changing the angle so I’m drilling her G-spot. Her moans grow higher in pitch, more desperate. She’s chasing her release, and I’m more than happy to give it to her. Using one hand to hold her up, I reach the other underneath her to circle her clit.

“Oh god,” she whimpers as she tightens her thighs around me. “I’m gonna–”

“Go on, Jenny,” I tell her, continuing my onslaught. “Cum for me, gorgeous.”

She chokes on a moan, and her pussy clenches around me as her climax takes over her body. I keep pumping into her, but my pace starts to falter. The foreplay and the sensation of her around my length is too much.

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