And she falls deathly still as I raise the hand to my nose and smell her.
Yes. That’s exactly what I smelled when she walked in. Joy really does have the perfect scent. It’s dark. Raw. And it completely unravels me.
“What are you…?”
The rest of that question dissolves on her tongue as I take her pointer finger into my mouth, sucking. Lapping up every last drop of her taste.
I could keep a bottle of it in my pocket. Taste her whenever I need to.
But I don’t need to do that.
She’s living under my roof.
I take the finger from my mouth, giving her hand back. “Why would you do that, sweetheart?”
“What?” she pants, breathless.
“We’re a married couple, and you’d rather touch yourself when your husband can do it for you?”
“I don’t… want...”
I spin my chair around.
I level her a look and reach under her nightgown, slowly lifting the fabric.
“I don’t…”
“By all means, tell me to stop.”
I bring the fabric over her knees, searching her eyes. Her pupils are full blown. The blue has completely disappeared.
I continue lifting the fabric, bringing it up past her thighs. “Tell me to stop.” I give her one last warning.
And then I lift the nightdress up past her hips.
My cock twitches the moment I see her pussy. It’s nicely tucked away between her closed legs.
Such a good girl.
She watches me, her eyes wide with anticipation. Her breathing is erratic, her chest heaving. Her breasts bounce in the nightdress, drawing my attention to them. They’re round. Swollen. I can see her nipples poking through the silk.
But for now, I want to spread her legs and look at her.
I clear the table by dragging my arm across the tablecloth. Plates shatter to the floor. Glasses. Flatware.
Joy shrieks, her breasts bouncing as she jumps.
I hear a pair of footsteps thudding closer. But the butler takes one look at where my hand is and leaves.
“We’ll deal with that later,” I murmur low in Joy’s ear.
Her eyes are wide as she scans the floor. There’s glass shards and ceramic everywhere. And the wine has spilled all over the floor, running over the tiles like blood. It’s the same color.
She forgets about all of that when I curve my hand into her lower thigh, skimming her pussy.
And just as I expected, she’s soaking.
“Jump up onto the table for me.”