Page 54 of Shame

And she sighs.

“We shouldn’t…” I don’t bother finishing that thought. I want to, is the problem.

She licks her lips. “I want to do something tonight.”

“Anything.” As long as I can hold her.

“I want to go out for dinner. Someplace kind of wild and loud.”

“Deal.” I will make this happen for her. I will fill her day with noise and delight and spoilage the likes of which she’s never had before, so she doesn’t have to feel the anger which is completely justified—but which she hates so much.

Anger at anger.

My beautiful wife. Too good for me by a mile. So good it hurts her to stay with me.

I don’t deserve her love. I hold her tight anyway. “I love you so much,” I tell her as she leans into me. Between us, my cock flexes.

She rocks against my erection.

“Careful,” I warn her.

“I don’t want to be careful.” She pushes up, sitting squarely on my lap as she grinds away. “I want you to fill me up before we go out. I want to feel your come slick on my thighs as we—”

I shove my hands under her skirt, gripping her hips tight. What I want to do is rip her panties to the side and shove two fingers deep into her cunt. “Dangerous game.”

She smiles. “Fuck me.”

I twist her around, so she’s flat on her back on the couch. “No. Not yet.”

“Not until I’ve dated other people?”

“Maybe.” I stroke the front of her thighs. Right along the edge of her panties.

“It’s okay,” she whispers. “I just want to rub against you.”

Need pools low inside me, her murmured words conjuring a filthy fantasy I can’t fully admit. Forbidden, dangerous thoughts that make me a bad man. She sounds so fucking innocent, a siren-by-accident. An unknowing temptress who will find herself full of cock before she knows it.

But this is Grace.

Shedoesknow it. She’s a sex connoisseur, and she’s tapped into something here.

“We can’t have sex,” I mutter again.

Her voice goes soft and dreamy. “I know.” Then she rolls her hips. “Is this okay?”

“Does it feel good?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“You can rub against me, as long as it feels good.” I’m going to hell. I roll us around so I’m on the bottom and she’s perched on top of me. I stroke her back with my fingertips. “Be a good girl for me and figure out what feels good.”

She mewls at that, a horny, wild sound I’ve never heard before, and her thighs clench down on my hips. Slowly, she rocks against my erection, and I whisper filth into her ear.

“There are two ways it can feel good. You have a perfect, wet little hole that wants a cock in it, and that will feel nice, if you rub that opening against my cock. Mmm. See how hard I get when you do that? That makes me want to do bad things to you. But I won’t. We can’t. You need to keep your panties on, okay?”

“Mmm hmm.” She shudders. “Oh, this feels so good.”

I drift my hands lower, to cup her ass and adjust her angle a little. “And there’s another spot you can rub against me.”

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