Page 44 of His Wife

LEANDRA

I’m leaning against Alexius, unsure my legs can hold me, trusting him to keep me from falling. It’s almost too much how consumed I am with a desire I’ve never experienced before. It’s euphoric, as if watching this couple do what they’re doing is already giving me the pleasure I need even though my body is building, rising toward ecstasy with every passing second.

The man rubs her nipples with his fingers, pinching them, tugging them, rolling them against his palm—it’s as if I can feel it all the way to my core. There’s a headiness to watching them that excites me, their lust igniting my own.

The woman arches her back as he leans over her, slowly dragging his touch down her stomach, stopping just above the bare mound of her pussy. She lifts her hips, wanting his touch lower, but he denies her and retreats upward, back to teasing her tits.

It’s easy to see her belly is pulled taut, every muscle tight with anticipation. Her round ass wiggles slightly as she continues to writhe beneath her man’s touch.

Her moans are soft with subtle nuances that have her breasts rising and falling, his fingertips never leaving her naked body as he leisurely rounds the bench to stand at her side. I watch with bated breath as his gaze travels along the same route as his touch—from her hard nipples, down…down…down.

God, I want him to give her what she wants, touch her pussy and play with her clit, to give her the pleasure she needs. But just when I think he’s about to dip his hand between her legs, he stops and tortures her by leaving her sex untouched.

“Tell me what you’re thinking, stray,” Alexius rasps in my ear.

“I want him to touch her pussy.” There’s no space for modesty right now, not while my body is dangling by a thread. “I want him to make her come.”

“All in due time.”

The woman leans her head to the side, and he’s cupping the swell of her breast as he takes his cock in his palm, stroking it a few times before wrapping his fingers around the base, guiding it to the woman’s mouth.

I moan, and my nipples harden when he slides his shaft past the barrier of her lips. Alexius’s stiff cock is twitching against my ass, and I can hear his ragged breathing behind me. Watching the man fill her mouth with his dick, pushing all the way to the back of her throat, is erotic and intoxicating, a fantasy I never knew I wanted to witness. Her cheeks hollow as she tries to accommodate his girth, and he gives her the time she needs, slowly easing out only to move back in.

The woman’s head bobs up and down on the man’s cock, her red lips clasping around the bulging head. I can see her throat working as she tries to take him in as deep as possible without gagging, trying to hold her breath without suffocating. He gives her a few minutes to adjust again before increasing the pace, thrusting in and out of her mouth with long, deep strokes.

The sounds of her mouth around his cock and the throaty groans of his pleasure are music to my ears, and I can feel my pussy getting slick with desire. My body is nothing but ripples of electric currents, my sex aching and throbbing. I know that the slightest pressure against my clit would make me come, but I need more. I need to see them touch each other.

“Alexius.”

“What is it that you want, stray?” He palms my tits, and my body trembles against him.

“I want him to touch her. Let him touch her,” I plead to Alexius as the man still denies her pussy the attention it needs.

Alexius doesn’t say anything, but he does reposition me so I have a clear view of her thighs and cunt.

The man leans over her, bracing himself on one arm as he continues to fuck her mouth, his eyes wild, hooded, the muscles in his back roped, and his ass pulled taut as he flexes. His erratic thrusts make me think he’s close to coming, but that’s not what I want. I don’t want him to come already. He needs to make her come first.

I cock my head to the side, staring at her sex—smooth and wet, swollen and ready to be fucked. The musky scent of sex is strong in the room, the smell of her arousal reaching every corner, pheromones dancing wickedly among us.

Flashes of the night Alexius finger fucked me on the porch while Isaia watched bombard my mind. And I wonder if this is what it looked like, if my cunt was as drenched as hers, heated and throbbing to be filled. What did it look like to see Alexius’ strong hand between my legs, his expert fingers disappearing inside me, spreading my arousal and teasing my clit? I want to know what it looked like, what my pussy looked like when I came against Alexius’ palm.

“Alexius,” I glance over my shoulder, barely able to control myself, “you said you want me to act with no inhibitions, to feel free to act on what I desire most.”

He slams his lips against mine, his hand against my jaw forcing my head even more to the side so he can claim my mouth with a searing kiss I can feel all over my body at once. I’m breathless when he stops, letting his lips hover above mine. “That’s what I said, yes.”

I turn so my chest touches his, craning my neck to look at him. “If I asked you to do something for me, would you do it?”

He cocks his head and smirks. “Baby, you know I’ll fuck you wherever, whenever.”

“No.” I swallow. “It’s not something I want you to do to me.”

He frowns, his blue eyes rippling with curiosity behind his black mask. “What is it?”

I glance over my shoulder at the couple, the man still fucking her mouth, then return my gaze to Alexius. “I want you to make her come.” My insides coil tight as I say the words, and the way his eyebrows almost touch his hairline tells me I just took him by surprise with my request.

“What?”

“Just now, on the staircase, you told me I’m a predator just like you. So this is me being that animal, making my demands known.” It’s like a shroud of confidence cloaks me; the freedom of knowing what I want and the courage to ask for it is indescribable. It’s a high I’ve never experienced before.

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