Page 20 of The Forever Experiment

I’d spend my entire life begging for mere scraps of her attention, but having her like this? Feeling the soft sound of need float from her throat and into mine, her nails digging into my shirt to untuck it from my jeans so she can feel my skin underneath, just as fucking desperate for me? Not even my wildest imagination could conjure this. It feels as if I’ve hit the jackpot a million times over.

She finally works my shirt free, and her soft hands glide up my back, setting my flesh aflame as they move. She’s clawing at me, frantic to get it off, and I understand the madness, because I’ve been waiting to see her pretty tits for fuckingyears. The last time we were together was rushed, and if this night could be our last, I won’t take it for granted.

“I’m taking my fucking time with you, Maya, baby,” I growl, pulling back from her.

Her hooded, brown and gold-flecked eyes appear near-black with lust as they flutter up at me, her cheeks flushed and beautiful chest heaving rapidly. Lips swollen from my kisses, body flaming from my touch, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever fucking seen.

With an immense amount of strength, I walk backward, separating us until the backs of my knees hit the bed. “I didn’t get to see all of you last time, so if you want me now, I’m going to need you to show me.”

First, she lifts her chin and slowly raises a brow, as if ready to challenge my demand, but something else flashes across herpretty eyes, something like unease or insecurity. “I don’t look the way I did back then.”

“You were perfect then, and you’re perfect now,” I say, softer than before. “I’m already fucking hard for you, Maya. I’m pathetically obsessed with every inch of you.” I’ll admit my true, deranged level of desperation if it means making her comfortable. “Do you need me to beg, baby? Because I will. Show me your body, and I’ll make sure you never feel bad about it again.”

I can see her attempt to fight it, but the smile my words bring to her mouth breaks through, spreading across her pretty, blushed cheeks.

“Are you ready to be a good little wife and get naked for me now?” I ask.

Biting her lip, Maya’s thighs rub together, as if working to quell a burning need, a thirst only I’ll be able to quench. “Yes.”

“Strip.”

She responds with a sultry smile, playfully toying with the straps of her dress. “Right here, in front of the window?”

I nod, settling back against the edge of the bed. “I want you backlit.”

She lifts her foot, placing it against her other heel, but a shake of my head halts her. “Heels stay on. Ring stays on. Everything else comes off.”

Her breath hitches, but she complies, slowly working her dress down her arms until it folds in half at her waist. She’s wearing a white lace bra, and as the black dress slides down her thighs and falls to the floor, she reveals a matching pair of underwear. She kicks the garment in my direction, and I watch it soar across the room until it lands at my feet.

As I lift my eyes to her, Maya blinks innocently, removing the clip that had her hair half-up, allowing her long braids and curls to tumble down her shoulders. She’s lit by blue light from theskyline behind her, casting her dark skin in a transcendent glow. She looks like the personification of temptation in her lingerie, and I am fucking desperate to be corrupted.

“I want to make you crawl.”

Her lips lift, and she places her left hand on her hip, ring glittering so bright, it has my cock jumping. “I don’t crawl,” she says, tone pure seduction.

“Neither do I.”

She leans into the glass, and through the reflection, I can see her perfect ass pressed against it, like it’s fucking begging me to sink my teeth into her flesh. Raising her ring-clad hand above her head and pressing it palm down on the window, she moves at a torturously slow pace to the floor before falling to her knees.

“I don’t crawl, but it doesn’t mean I won’t drop to my knees for you, pretty boy.”

I’m fairly certain a whimper falls from my throat like a goddamn dog begging for a treat. Yeah. I was lying. I’d definitely crawl for her. Crawl, beg, bark. Sit, stay, roll over. Whatever she wants if it means my wife is falling to her knees in front of me like this.Fuck.

I’m lifting off the bed at what feels like the speed of light, reaching her in two long strides. Her espresso eyes are accented by long lashes as they raise to me, a picture of seduction. Dragging her hand up my jeans, she stops at the bulge behind my zipper, fingers resting over my belt buckle. “I didn’t get to taste you before,” she rasps. “I want to now.”

Warmth erupts low in my body, spreading through my veins like wildfire and forcing itself through my throat in a groan.

“Take it out, Maya baby.” The words tumble from my lips like a plea.

“Are you going to be a good husband and let me play with your cock?” Slipping my belt through the loops of my jeans, she tossesit to the floor before slowly unzipping me. “And afterward, are you going to fuck me exactly how I tell you to?”

My arm snaps out, hand gripping her chin and forcing her to lift her gaze. “I’m going to fuck you exactly how youneedto be fucked.” Dropping my hold, I growl, “Now, you be a good wife and spit on it.”

Her eyes flare when she shrugs my jeans down my legs and my length springs free, swallowing thickly as she takes it in her hand. She raises her gaze to my face, our eyes locked as she leans in and spits on the head of my cock. I’m gleaming with her moisture under the harsh lights of the city as she spreads it down to my base, coating me in her.

Pausing, Maya tilts her head, studying my dick before a small, surprised gasp leaves her throat. “You’re pierced.”

I watch her eyes dilate as she takes in the frenulum piercing below my head. Her thumb brushes over the small, blue hoop, and sensation rages throughout my body. I hiss at the touch, and she pulls away immediately.

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