“Don’t be late.” I pushed the spare keycard for the room across the table to him. “I’ll be waiting.”
He swallowed audibly. “It’s going to be the longest thirty-one minutes of my life.”
I pressed a kiss to his cheek. “It will be worth it.”
Jax
I watched the seconds tick down on my phone, wondering if time had actually stood still to torment me. After fifteen minutes, I went to the bar and ordered a bottle of champagne. By twenty minutes, I was staring out of the hotel windows at the crowd below, tapping my foot impatiently. By twenty-five minutes I was outside the room, pacing up and down, my cock now throbbing so hard in my jeans that it felt like it had its own heartbeat.
When the silent alarm told me the thirty-one minutes were up, I wasted no time opening the door, not sure what to expect, but when my gaze landed on Helen, my mouth fell open.
I placed the ice bucket and the glasses on the table, not taking my eyes off her for a second. Kicking off my shoes, I stalked toward her. “Is that what you picked up today?”
“Yeap. Custom made, so I knew it would fit me perfectly.”
I stared at my wife, who was wearing a black corset that nipped her waist and pushed her large breasts together, making me wonder if she’d let me slide my cock between them later.
“Turn around,” I instructed.
She bit down on the corner of her lip as she looked up at me through her long lashes.
“Be my good girl and turn around.”
She moved slowly, letting me see her from all angles. She’d obviously jumped in the shower before she got changed and her perfume cloaked me as she moved, making me hum my approval.
Her panties were a thick band of lace across her hips and then two sheer strips that vanished between her arse cheeks.
“Are you trying to kill me?” I muttered.
She turned back to face me, tugging on my t-shirt to pull me closer. “I haven’t even started yet.”
Helen had grown in confidence so much since we first got together. Sex was no longer a dirty word. She didn’t want to hide her body, and she now knew what she enjoyed and wasn’t afraid to ask for it or even take it for herself if she felt like it.
My wife had a huge praise kink. She loved being fucked from behind; she hated the rabbit vibrator still but didn't mind the rose and the bullet, and she loved watching my dry orgasms, even though I still struggled with the fact I couldn’t fill her with my cum.
She’d made me more confident too. I didn’t hide; I was obsessed with her touching my sack and had even let her slip her finger in my arsehole, which I loved… although she wouldn’t let me anywhere near hers.I have a lifetime to persuade her.
“You wanna shower first?”
I shook my head. “I can’t walk away from you looking like that. Waiting downstairs was hard enough, but now I’ve seen you…”
Helen wrapped her arms around my neck, rubbing her corset-covered body against mine, making me hate that I wasn’t naked.
“I love how beautiful you make me feel.” She gave me that smile that destroyed me. “Take your clothes off.”
I stripped off so fast it was embarrassing, but I wanted this woman. I had no control over myself.
She crooked her finger and walked backward and that was when I noticed she was wearing holdups and black heels. My eyes had been too fixated on the corset and panties to look lower.
She sat on the bed, leaning back on her hands, looking at me with so much love, my heart overflowed. Then her eyes darkened and she licked her lips, spreading her thighs slowly.
My cock twitched at the sight of the crotchless panties Helen had on, giving me the perfect view of her pussy. “Killing me. I’m officially dead.”
Helen didn’t reply. Instead, picking up a bottle of lube I hadn’t noticed from a box next to her, she poured it into her hand before reaching for me and smearing it up and down my shaft and over my sack. My back arched as pleasure bubbled through me.
“Beautiful?” Need hung from my question, wanting to know what she had planned.
“I have a toy I want us to try, but it might be a lot, so if you hate it, tell me.”