Page 13 of If I Had More Time

“Insert one finger but stay with me,” he instructed, and I honored his request without hesitation.

The glass was so transparent, every move he made was still seen without restriction. As the soap traveled alongside the warm water, it provided the perfect lubrication. Just from observation, I noticed how hard he’d become as his grip tightened around his veiny, yet evenly toned, dick. It was firm but gentle all at the same time, causing his thick mushroom head to pop out as if it was in a game of peekaboo.

I was still following his pace, and the scene was driving me crazy. It was sexy, sensual, and surprisingly soft. The kind of scene that made you envision the many ways you’d cum from such physical touch. It was the kind that ignited many fires praying the only relief came from his semen dripping down your throat. It was in fact the kind that made your mouth salivate just from watching. Alex was a good time, maybe even a great one, but there wasn’t a man on earth who would make me disobey the Malore rules. My lips wrapped around one man, and he was nowhere within these four walls.

“You ready for another one, beautiful?” I gave a slow nod while trying to maintain eye contact. I was very much getting to that point. “Go ‘head and do that for me,” he said with low lids and eyes full of lust.

That wasn’t a problem because the added pressure applied was exactly what I needed. Another finger slipped into my opening doing everything I needed it to. Still in sync with his rhythm, the pace of his strokes quickened. As my flesh became drenched in my wetness, my juices seeped out slowly to the crack of my ass. For a brief moment, I closed my eyes to enjoy it.

My head tilted back, but Alex’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts before I could get lost in them. “Fingers out, beautiful!” he demanded. That dominance was present once again. I was seconds away from cummin’ but because I was so damn submissive in the bedroom, I couldn’t help but oblige. “I said eyes on me. I’d hate for you to miss the show.”

The Dunkins were well aware that this wasouranniversary and celebrated a little different from others. They were here to fulfill a contract, and although they fulfilled it without restrictions or hesitations, this was still a timely exchange. He understood that and made every second count.

Alex’s movements sped up with him switching hands. His left was now wrapped around his shaft while his right was pressed against the shower glass for balance. He began to

flex his wrist up and down his tool, pulling more hunger and excitement out of me at the same time. I had to admit that I was thoroughly impressed by his hand and wrist combo. He was near his climax and that was the best part of the show.

The water continued to pour down his frame. You would think his vision was blurry by now, but he could see clearly. I only knew this because his eyes literally never left mine.

“Come here, beautiful. I need to taste you.”

His strokes were now faster than before and that moment I loved to watch several times over was creeping up quickly. I sauntered across the room sliding the glass door back once I was in reach. After stepping in, I placed those same two fingers with my residue all over them in his mouth. The way his tongue circled them had my kitty pulsating like crazy.

Not even seconds later did his creamy fluids shoot out his thick mushroom head onto the shower doors. It didn’t help that he added to the already pleasing aesthetic by moaning unapologetically. I always found it mature when men let it be known something was pleasurable to them. And even in the mist of everything, he maintained eye contact with me. I was more than satisfied with how my anniversary gift started out.

“That was sexy, Alex,” I spoke barely above a whisper.

“If only I?—"

“Thank you for the very entertaining show, but we should shower and eat something. Before we know it, it’ll be time for us to get our massages.”

I didn’t let him finish that sentence. We only had a few more hours, then I would be back

in the arms of the only man who stole my heart. This wasn’t a social call to figure out when or where the next meeting would be or if I could offer anything more than this. I had a marriage I was committed to and a life I loved. Mistaking a good time for more than it was would never happen.

“We can get the massage, beautiful, but once that’s over, I don’t think I can keep my hands to myself.”

“You won’t have to,” I said winking at him.

Alex was respectful and every bit of a gentleman. I applauded him for having so much restraint thus far. Last year, I had three orgasms within the first hour. He was showing his patient side this go ‘round and it was appreciated.

“Naomi you’re a dangerous woman. You tempt me in ways I can’t explain. Just know I’ve been thinking about your pretty ass since your last anniversary. Tristan really is a lucky man,” he stated, bringing me into his embrace.

His dick rested against my thigh right next to my pussy, and I couldn’t deny how good it felt flesh to flesh. However, when the time came for us to get comfortable, a barrier would be in place. Cuffing my ass, he placed his face in the crook of my neck. For some reason, smelling me was a thing.

“We’re supposed to be showering, Alex,” I reminded him followed by a small laugh.

“Your scent is very familiar. I feel like this is the one Simone has been wearing lately.”

“It’s a popular scent, so I wouldn’t be surprised,” I replied.

I didn’t want to dig too deep into it and assume anything, so I kept it brief. Tristan already stated this would be our last encounter with them so if there was anything going on, it wouldn’t matter. They would soon be trashed and forgotten.

Tristan

The cream-colored mini dress hugged Simone’s frame as she stepped in front of me. She did a 360 showing off how it clung to her curves and gained a smile from me. She looked good, there was no denying that. I didn’t like the fact that she had something in her bag to match a nigga, but I wasn’t going to complain. Our time together was slowly but surely running out.

“So, what you think, baby?” she asked usingbabyas often as she could.

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