Page 35 of Rim Job

My name falls from her lips like a prayer. I’ve taken two steps before I realize what I'm doing. I should turn around and leave, now that I realize she isn't hurt. I should respect her privacy and her wishes regarding the arrangement.

I really should but . . . didn’t.

Fuck it.

I don't.

Three more steps has me pulling open the glass shower door. Cool air rushes in, tightening her nipples into firm peaks, and her eyes pop open.

“Rim, what. . . what the hell are you doing?” Her hand falls from between her legs.

“Making my wife come.” I step into the shower, fully clothed.

“Wait, what? What are you…”

I don't give her time to finish or even think.Fuckher bloody rules.My mouth presses against hers. Warm, wet, hot. All-consuming need spreads through my veins. I devour her as I press myself into her slighter form. My clothes saturate with water, but I am not distracted from my mission. I kiss and nip my way down her chin, down her throat, then lower, stopping only to draw her nipple into my mouth. She moans, and that one moan is like a drug. It fuels me, gets deep in my veins, stirring my passion to a fever-pitch.

I spend a few moments lavishing her breast with attention, but I can't waste any more time. I'm claiming my prize.

“Oh, shit. Shit. Shit. Shit,” she chants as my mouth travels a path down her wet torso.

I kneel at her feet, like her loyal subject. I fully intend to serve her, worship her as the queen that she is. My eyes meet hers, and the look on her face—needy, pleading, and awestruck—has me wanting to pick her up and carry her to the bed so I can show her just what it means to be my wife.

I lift one of her legs up to rest on my shoulder, and her clean, soapy smell permeates my senses, adding another layer of arousal I didn’t know was possible.

My God, has another woman ever been so divine?

I smile a devilish smile as goosebumps come out to play on her skin. Leaning in, I stroke my tongue against her flesh and grab onto her ass with both hands. Lucky for her, since her knees buckle at first contact.

“Ah!” She hisses between clenched teeth, her fingers thrusting into the wet strands of my hair, her grip firm as she pulls my face into her sweet, tight pussy.

She writhes in my grip, and her moans of satisfaction echo around me as she rubs herself on my face.

Fuck, do I love it.

I growl my approval low in my throat, wanting more. I’m insatiable.

How could too much ever be enough of this woman? What will I do when this arrangement ends? Would she even consider dating me? How would that even work with my schedule and the little problem of us living on different continents?

“Rim, shit, oh!” She pulls my hair hard, shoving my face firmer into her pussy.

We become a mess of moans, tangled limbs, and lust as I lick her harder, faster, pushing her toward orgasm. Her body shakes in my grip, her breath nothing more than gasps while I drive my tongue into her hot, tight, wetness. My mind swirls with thoughts and possibilities. My grip tightens on her ass. My cock strains against my zipper, demanding to be inside of her. My heart, well, my heart beats frantically in my chest, a strange, excited rhythm but, it’s more than just sexual arousal, or lust. I've never felt this way before.

“Oh, God! Rim, oh, oh, oh!”

Making her come is my only goal. She begins to unravel before my eyes. I groan loud, desperate to coax her to orgasm as she writhes back and forth, wet strands of her hair plastered along her skin. Giving her pleasure, making her happy, feels so right. I don’t even care about myself; if I get off or not. I’m too consumed with the need to please her. I want to use her up until she is ruined for all other men. This feeling, it's new, exciting, and a bit overwhelming…

Oh, shite. Is this? Could this be? No, surely not. Surely, it isn’t.

“This is your captain speaking. Please prepare to land.”

We're home.

Huh. Funny how I just thought about my home as Christina's.

Christina goes ram-rod stiff.

“Shit, stop, stop!” She shoves my head away. I pull back, looking up at her. All the color has drained from her face, and without even looking at me, she walks around me and steps out of the shower.

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