Page 8 of Indulgence
Her voice was still shaky, but if her nipples were any indication, the blindfold turned her on. I could see the stiff peaks standing at attention under her thin top.
I leaned down, kissing her neck first. I made my way to her ear and whispered, “Whatever I want.”
My name fell from her lips like a prayer.
Her shirt had a little tie in the front just above her breasts. I pulled the string, and it opened, giving me enough room to slip a hand in. My fingers slid under the lace of her bra, and I found her pebbled nipple just begging for my touch. Her body jerked against mine as I pinched the nub between my index and middle finger like it was a cigarette. Her breathing sped up when I released it and traced the skin around it
“Do you like that?”
“You know I do.” And I did. I knew she liked her nipples played with.
I pulled my hand from her shirt, wanting to get my mouth on them instead. Gently, but with a bit of urgency, I tugged her shirt from the waist of her pants and pulled it up over her head, careful not to knock off her blindfold. She looked sexy as sin with the red blindfold a stark contrast to her fair skin and the white lace covering her breasts.
It all needed to go. The need to have her bare before me consumed me like a wildfire, her already bared skin the sparks taking off in the wind, spreading the flames over more ground. I needed to see all of her. Her shoes went first, followed by her pants. They fell nicely down her legs, leaving her standing before me in just her panties and bra and the blindfold.
She stood stock still, letting me dictate each move, each step. What was going through her mind? Was she wondering if I had a stroke and my brain was malfunctioning? I didn’t know if there had ever been a point when I really took my time with her body. We were kids when we first started dating, discovering, fumbling, and having fun. Then the kids were born, and life swept us away. We treasured every moment we got to have sex. I knew I cherished the intimacy, but I couldn’t really remember us necessarily appreciating each other’s bodies.
“God, you’re stunning,” I praised when I finally had her bra and panties off and she stood before me completely bare, her long waves of hair hanging over her shoulders. Her cheeks pinked, making me question when the last time I truly complimented my wife was. I often told her I loved her. That her butt looked great in her pants. I noticed when she changed her hairstyle. But I couldn’t remember the last time I made her feel like a wanted woman. Like the beautiful woman she was. And I had to ask why she didn’t feel comfortable enough to tell me that things sucked in the sack?
Kneeling, I picked up her left leg. “I don’t tell you that enough, do I?” I asked before I leaned down and placed my lips on her ankle. She squeaked but said nothing as I continued up her leg to her hip then paused at her navel. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on, Natalie. You were fourteen years ago, and you are now.”
She whispered my name, her voice laced with thick emotion.
Continuing my ascent, I kissed the soft flesh of her stomach and then each breast. Her skin was smooth under my lips and smelled like the jasmine lotion she loved to use. Finding the hollow of her neck, I pressed my lips into the little divot before dragging my tongue up to her ear. “The sight of you when you first wake up, when you’ve just gotten home from a long day at work, when you’re all dolled up for the company Christmas party, every single version of you makes my dick hard.”
To prove my point, I took her hand and placed it on the bulge that was making my pants snug. My dick jerked and practically begged for me to let him inside her.
Dropping her hand, I swung mine back and slapped her ass. Not too hard, but hard enough. “Now, get your fine ass on the bed. On all fours. I want to see all of your pretty pussy before I eat it for my dessert.”
When this idea of making her fantasies a reality first started to take root, I didn’t truly know how I felt about it. I wasn’t much of a dirty talker. I hadn’t been much of a take-charge man. I was always subdued and respectful. I didn’t know if I could step into the role of a dominant man, but I enjoyed the way the deeper tone of my voice made goose bumps dance across Natalie’s skin. The way her movements were eager, and her breathing was faster than it had been in a while. I was getting off on exciting my wife, and we hadn’t started the fun stuff yet.
Natalie on her hands and knees on the bed was a vision. The red splotch of color in the middle of her right ass cheek sent a zing straight to my dick. Damn, it was erotic as hell seeing my mark on her like that. I climbed onto the bed behind her and rubbed my hand down the curve of her ass.
She fidgeted, and I couldn’t help but smirk. She really was enjoying herself.
My fingers itched to touch her lower, to feel if she liked this as much as I thought she did. Pressing my lips to the handprint on her skin, I dipped my fingers down and ran one through her slit.
Nat moaned as her back arched a bit. “You’re wet, love.” She was soaked. My finger slipped right through her. I dragged it back up and then down again, sweeping through the evidence of her pleasure as she continued her soft moans. Moans that were the sweetest music to my ears.
Her body trembled as she waited for my next move. Gripping both of her cheeks in my hands, I pulled them apart and leaned down, running my tongue from her clit to her entrance. The taste of her arousal filled my mouth, making me ravenous. I licked and sucked until Natalie’s elbows gave out and her body shook with her release.
“Oh, god,” she cried out with abandon. It made me want to beat my fists against my chest like Tarzan. Honestly, I didn’t think I’d made Natalie moan like that before, and I realized how much I had been missing out in our sex life as well. The urge to make her come again took over, and I kept licking Nat through her release.
She squirmed forward, pulling her pussy away from my mouth, and I let her. I could bring her orgasms with my tongue again later. I just stashed that idea in the back of my mind with all the others living there.
I ran my hand along her back and leaned down to kiss the center. “That was only round one, love.”
Her breathing still hadn’t calmed, so I gave her a minute.
But only one.
The metal of my belt clinked as I unfastened it. I didn’t bother passed pulling myself free before I ran the head of my dick through Natalie’s slick core.
If I thought I had been hard before, that was nothing compared to how hard I throbbed when I felt the proof of just how turned on my wife was. I couldn’t remember the last time Natalie had been this wet.
“Jesus, Nat,” I murmured as I pushed in just the tip, reveling in the warmth.
Natalie let out what sounded like a mewl before whispering, “More, Matteo, more.”
