Page 156 of Dirty Husband
He slides his hand up my stomach. Over my breast. Then his thumb is against my nipple, scraping the lace against my tender skin.
Fuck. It's such soft lace, but like this, it feels rough in the best possible way.
He does it again and again.
A little softer. A little harder. Slower. Faster.
I force myself to open my eyes.
The sight of him, on his knees, between my legs, his hand on my breast—
It's the hottest thing I've ever seen.
He has me tied up. He's in control. But he's bending to me too. Giving me what I—
Fuck.
The pressure of his soft, wet tongue winds the tension inside me. He works me exactly how I need him too.
Then a little faster.
A little faster.
Until it's perfect.
I reach for his hair, but the tie catches on my wrist. I'm bound. At his mercy.
It pushes me over the edge. With the next flick of his tongue, I come. I groan his name again and again.
I don't care that I'm too loud. That someone might hear. That we might end up in an Italian prison.
He tugs the lace thong a little harder. Pushes it into my thigh. Then he's there, sucking on my clit, sending waves of pleasure through me.
"Shep—" I let the tie tug at my wrists. Fuck, the soft silk, the light pressure.
He pulls the lace cup of the bra aside. Then it's his thumb against my nipple. Slow circles that drive me wild.
The tension winds quickly. Until it's too much. More than I can handle. I'm so close. I'm almost—
He pulls back, leaving me on the edge. "Say my name when you come, princess."
I stay impossibly taut. So, so close to unraveling but not there yet.
Then he brings his mouth to me and I'm there.
I groan his name as I come.
My eyes close. My universe goes white. As pure and sweet as the bridal lace.
I am an angel and he is corrupting me and I love every fucking second.
He works me through my orgasm. Then he pulls back. Takes off his suit jacket. Undoes his top two buttons.
Unzips his slacks.
His cock springs free.
He doesn't wait. He brings his hands to my thighs. Pushes my thong over my ass.
