Page 61 of Love Beyond the Illusion
“Did you come?”
“I’m sorry. I’m a little confused about what’s happening right now,” she says, her pupils fully dilated.
“Did. You. Come. Yet?” I ask again, pausing between each word to keep my tone even. I plan to wait all night for her to process what I’ve asked because this is happening.
Piper is raised on her knees and facing the end of the bed. “I can’t believe you ripped the blankets off of me!” Her tone is laced with anger as she refuses to answer my question.
I saunter over to the corner of the room and collect the pulsating vibrator from the floor. I wipe it off with my shirt, then stalk back to the bed and hand it to her. She reluctantly takes it from me. Her skin is still red, and her eyes are hooded—she definitely didn’t finish.
“I want you to come for me,” I tell her, then drag a chair over to the edge of the bed and take a seat.
“But I—”
“I interrupted you, and this is the least I can do, but since you are my wife, I’m going to watch.” I relax back into the chair, letting my palms rest at my knees.
“You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, I am extremely serious. You’re fucking sexy, and there is nothing more I want to do right now than to watch you get yourself off.”
With an uncertain expression on her face, she slowly nods. She is giving in because she wants to come, but I won’t let her unless I can watch.
Breathing heavily once again, she lowers herself and lays down on her back directly in front of me. With her head nestled into the softness of the pillow, she raises her knees and slips the vibrator into the heat between her thighs.
“Closer.”
With a slight smirk, she scoots further down on the bed.
“Wider,” I gently demand, craving to see all of her.
She eagerly obeys, letting her legs fall open and giving me a clear view of her swollen pussy. My mouth waters, imagining what it would be like to taste her insides.
“Is this better?” Her voice is husky and desperate.
“Yes, that’s a good girl. Now show me how you make yourself come.”
She places the vibrating toy on her clit, gasping as soon as it makes contact. Sliding it in and out, the rubber drips with her arousal.
My dick swells, watching her play with herself. Dying to participate, it painfully rubs the inside of my pants, so I quickly adjust myself, attempting to dull the mounting discomfort. Consumed by her, my eyes roam her naked body, appreciating her dips and curves, and I quickly become captivated by the way she arches her back, chasing the orgasm that I robbed her of earlier. A soft moan escapes from her pursed lips.
“You’re so fucking sexy. I can’t believe I’m married to you,” I mutter under my breath.
Her neck is tilted up with her eyes toward the ceiling. “Hmm?” she purrs, then whimpers as she hits a new spot.
I can’t get enough of her little noises. I give in, frantically lowering my pants, and pull out my cock. I don’t care if she sees. The pit of my stomach aches, watching her slide that wet fucking massager in and out, jealous that it should be me. I spit on my hand and run it along the length of my shaft, squeezing tightly. Keeping my eyes locked on Piper, I begin to pump myself. The sounds of slapping flesh fill the room.
“I can hear you,” she pants.
I grip myself harder, stroking in rhythm with the twitching of her legs. “It’s all for you, my love.”
“Come for me,” she begs, her hips bucking into the air. “Please, I want to hear you.”
She’s fucking begging me to come for her.Rock hard and ready to combust. I watch tiny sweat beads fall from the corners of her thigh and down her leg.
“Oh god,” I growl, moving faster. I give myself one more hard, quick stroke when I see her back arch off the bed.
“Mmm,” she groans at first, then her voice elevates, turning into a high-pitched scream. “Jack!”
I unload the moment my eyes fall to her pulsing, dripping pussy, and it takes everything in me not to shove my dick in at the last minute.
