His lips start brushing around my cheek, and my heart parts in fury at the feel of his warm breath on my skin. “Did he touch you here?”
I gape instantly, unsure what to think of his question and touch. His hand lingering under my top reminds me of us and what we used to do together. “Of course not.”
His lips pull my earlobe softly, before they go down on my neck, exploring every inch of my skin, then his mouth starts tugging and sucking my flesh, and I release a quick moan at the suction. “And here?”
“No!” I whisper in outrage. I’d never let Matt do anything of the sort, fondling my boobs while sucking my neck? Jeez, even when we kissed, he never dared to put his hands anywhere else than on my face.
Alex then removes his hand from my top, and as he does so, I feel an inch of sadness, but I don’t dare to tell him. Then his hands go down to my skirt and to my surprise he unzips it and lets it fall on the floor. I feel quite self-conscious now that I’m here standing in front of my place setting without my skirt on. I can only hope Maria isn’t coming over any time soon. All of a sudden, I feel his hand sliding under my panties and then… “Ahh!”
“And here?”
I haven’t felt his fingers between my legs for so long that my face must have gone red up to my ears. My breathing becomes louder and ragged, and I start drenching faster than I should. “Alex…”
“Answer me,” he demands.
“No, he didn’t…” His fingers start rubbing around my clit in circle movements and I’ve got to close my eyes, to forget that I’m here, standing in the dining room, no skirt, while Alex is fingering me. “Ah!”
“Did you want him to fuck you?”
“No!” His question makes me want to puke. I’m about to tell him a word or two about his repulsive questions when…
“And me?”
I gasp, sucking in the air, my eyes widening in surprise. “Yes,” I breathe instantly. My heart pounds, prickly heat coats my arm, and I’m sure my blood pressure is steadily rising.
“Bend over.”
I blink twice at his request. “What?”
“I said bend over.”
Quivering, I do as Alex says, stretching my arms out in front of me over the table. Alex hikes up my top until I’m pressing my bare breasts against the cold glass. The chill of it is hardening my nipples when I feel Alex kneel behind me, roughly yanking my underwear to the floor. Within seconds, I can feel his hot breath on my butt-cheeks, and my face flushes crimson.
“What are you—” I try to ask, but I’m cut short when his tongue flicks out to spread the folds of my pussy, licking off the juices that have coated my nether lips and upper thighs. He makes a rough noise at the taste, and pulls me backwards, closer to his face.
“Look how fucking wet you already are.”
I cry out softly as his tongue spreads me open again, dipping into my channel from behind, lapping at me as I become wetter and wetter. His beard is scratching my ass, and his fingertips are digging into the soft flesh of my hips.
How did this happen? We were arguing two minutes ago, nearly at each other’s throats, and now Alex has me bent over the table, tongue fucking me while I push table settings out of the way. I’m not sure if this makes us more dysfunctional or less, but the thoughts of the fight are rapidly leaving my mind at the feeling of his tongue slithering around inside me.
“Alex... ah!” I cry out as he pushes his face deeper, forcing my legs further apart and finding my aching clit, wrapping his lips around it, and sucking. My legs are shaking, and he wraps his powerful hands around them to hold me upright as he plunders my pussy with his mouth.
Each pass of his tongue is a wave of ecstasy cascading over me. The way he is eating me out is nearly frantic, devoid of any teasing or gentle touches. Just a direct, focused onslaught aimed at making me as crazed as possible.
And it’s certainly working, holy moly! A tornado could descend from the sky and rip the roof off of the house, and I wouldn’t notice. All of my attention is on my husband and his incredible mouth. With a low cry, I push back against him, my fists clenching with the need to grab on to something, anything, to ground me before I fly away.
“You’re going to make me come,” I keen, hearing him rumble in his throat with his tongue still deep between my folds. To my shock, he smacks my ass with a sharp slap. I jump, but the quick sting fades almost immediately, unfolding into a heat that exacerbates my pleasure.
“Oh…” I moan, surprised at how good the brief spanking felt. Alex repeats the motion, a quick stinging slap followed by a wave of heat. The rough caress kick starts my orgasm, and before I know it I’m coming all over his face. I just know I’m covering him in my juices, but I’m too far gone to care. I grind against him as I climax, and it’s only his firm grip that holds me upright as my insides spasm, clenching and unclenching, desperate to be filled.
I’m still panting when Alex pulls away, still helping to hold me upright. He leans his body over mine, and it makes me feel even more flushed to realize he is still fully dressed. His lips are damp as he nips the shell of my ear, whispering, “Who just made you come that hard, Petra? Tell me.”
“You, Alex.” I breathe, my heart thundering against my ribs.
“That’s right. And I’m gonna make sure you don’t forget that,” he grits out, voice strained with arousal. Alex clamps both of my wrists within his hands, stretching me out before leaning to tell me roughly, “Stay just like this. Don’t move.”
I nod, and I can hear him as he reaches down to work at his belt. The sound of the metal buckle coming undone fills me with rapt anticipation, even so soon after my previous orgasm. I can’t get enough of him, and it has been so long since he’s put his hands on me, making me feel like this. I’ve missed it so much. I wish he would kiss me, cradle my face in his big hands and tell me he loves me, but instead he is working my body over almost coldly.
Still, I want it. I want him however he will have me, and if that’s half naked bent over this table then I’ll take it.
I hear Alex’s pants hit the floor, and then I feel the head of his cock parting my swollen pussy, rubbing over my clit and back to the mouth of my channel, wetting himself with my cum before he pushes in, slowly at first, and then without warning, burying himself completely. I suck in a surprised breath at the sudden feeling of fullness, but Alex doesn’t give me a moment to breathe. He pulls out before slamming back in again fully. My mind is reeling but my body is celebrating, coming alive under his touch, relentless as it may be.
We fill the dining room with the wet, slapping sounds of him pulling out and driving home in my pussy again and again. It all blends together for me. I can’t keep track of the individual movements he makes within me, only the overwhelming sensations building inside as he kisses my womb with the head of his manhood at the apex of each thrust.
Like an exploding star, my orgasm builds deep in my stomach, growing hotter and hotter with each passing second. It’s too much, too soon. I try to pull myself forward on the glass table, but Alex stops me.
“Don’t even think about moving,” he bites out, fucking me even harder, until my toes are barely touching the floor.
“Alex, please!” I cry.