Page 77 of Papers Don't Lie

But then, he takes his hands off me, lying on his back.

“Face the wall," he demands in a tone I’m not familiar with. I don’t wait for him to tell me twice. I do as he says on trembling legs, turning my back to him.

My husband fidgets behind me, one of his hands landing on the small of my back as he pushes me further. “Hands on your knees.”

I shiver at the power and darkness in his voice, doing what he told me to do. His fingers start a new path from the back of my knee to the roundness of my ass, where he takes his timedrawing circles. He stops only when I squirm on my feet from the sensation and replaces them with kisses.

He kisses every inch of my skin, which only burns hotter and hotter under his lips, my pussy dripping at the thought of him doing more than touches I consider innocent compared to what I have in my mind.

Thankfully, the lingerie is cut between my legs, offering him full access if he plans to put me out of my misery. I’m already shaking when he kisses the inside of my thighs, intentionally avoiding my throbbing pussy.

“Kai…” I whisper in a beg.

“Your arousal smells so sweet. I wonder what it tastes like," he says in a low voice, his breath brushing my clit.

Kai continues to breathe on my clit while his hands travel between my thighs, taunting me until I break. “Taste… it," I croak out, not able to contain the shiver in my voice.

“If I push a finger inside you, would it slide easily? Will I find you tight and wet for me?”

My mouth parts open when he drags his finger between my wet lips, soaking it. “Yes,” I admit. “Kai, please," I beg, tears gathering in my eyes.

“What are you asking for? What do you crave, my beautiful wife?” he asks, one of his hands finding shelter on the top of my ass while his legs part mine even more open.

I look at him over my shoulder, my eyes fighting to stay open as they meet the pure lust swimming in Kai’s eyes, now black. “Take me.” He pushes a finger inside, twirling it, and I lean down even further, my mouth opening at the amount of pleasure shocking my body. His thumb lands on my clit, and I move my ass, enjoying his touch. “Please.”

He gets close to my pussy again, talking there to make sure none of his words get wasted without his breath falling on my hot clit. “I have other plans tonight.”

My eyes roll in my head, both at the stimulation and at the confirmation that he’s not going to fuck me. “What are your plans?"

“Introducing you to sex," he murmurs, then adds a second finger.

It stings a bit from the stretch, but when he starts moving the fingers inside me, I forget about the pain, including where I am, and focus on the magical thing he’s doing to my body. He picks up speed, pumping in and out of me so fast I feel the juices dripping out of me.

The moments I spent alone in my room are nothing compared to what he makes me feel right now. The room is spinning, and my thoughts are as dizzy as I am, not making sense at all. I can’t even keep my eyes open.

“Kai,” I moan, and he instantly groans at the sound.

“Fuck, Ray, tell me I can put my mouth on you.”

From the world I’ve entered, I manage to give him a reply. “Please.”

The second his mouth is on me, I sway my hips up and down to get more of the friction that’s burning to get more.

More. More. More.

That’s all I can think about, and it doesn’t pass, not even when he adds a third finger, the pain a lot more powerful than the first time. It’s like no matter how much he picks up in speed, it’s not enough, and at the same time, it’s too much.

“Please,” I murmur, begging for more.

He shakes his head on my pussy, and that makes me shiver, his freshly shaved beard touching my lips and my thighs. “Not yet, troublemaker. You need to explore yourself and find out what you like because the moment I fuck you, you’ll only beg for that.”

“Bullshit,” I say with a moan when his tongue attacks my clit in dangerous circles. “I said I’m a virgin, not a goddamn saint.”

Kai stops, the speed of his fingers slowing down and the heat of his mouth disappearing. “What are you trying to say, Ray?”

He’s teasing me, I know it, but I can’t hold it anymore without coming. I ride his fingers, chasing after what’s mine while I pray what I think I’m saying is actually what I say.

“Do you know how many times I’ve come with your name on my lips? How many times I’ve touched myself when you were in the other room? I always hoped you’d hear me and come to finish what I started, but you never came."

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