Page 115 of If You Claim Me
She bites back a smile, and her eyes search mine. I see the moment she decides she can trust me with this part of herself. “Being watched, watching, the thrill of being somewhere we could get caught.”
“Like when I caught you in your car, listening to one of your books?” I ask.
Her eyes spark. “Yes, exactly like that.”
I let my fingers dip under the surface, skimming her thigh. “I like watching you.” I brush her hand out of the way. “The way you soften.” I ease a finger inside her, pumping slowly. “The pretty sounds you make.”
She whimpers.
“How quiet you’d have to be if I fucked you somewhere I shouldn’t.” I rub her clit. “Like the dining room table at home while the staff are in the kitchen.”
She moans.
“Or your favorite couch in the library while Ethel is cleaning your rooms.”
“Oh, God…” She arches and groans.
“In the powder room during a family gathering at my parents’ house.”
Her hips swivel, and she grips her breast.
“Or maybe you’d prefer my childhood bedroom?”
She grips the tub, water trickling over the edge.
“I’d love to eat your pretty cunt while you’re sitting on my desk—with my family downstairs, talking about things that don’t matter, completely unaware that I’m having dessert before dinner.”
She comes apart for me, shaking and moaning.
When she’s capable of moving, I help her out of the tub. It’s warm today, and boats are sprinkled over the lake. Canoes and kayaks drift by. I move her to stand in front of the window, dry her off with a fluffy towel, and pluck her lotion from the vanity.
“Do you think they can see us?” she murmurs.
“I hope so.” Goose bumps rise on her skin as I press my lips to the nape of her neck. I take my time, rubbing lotion into her, starting with her arms, moving down her back and thighs before I stand in front of her, smoothing lotion over her breasts, stomach, and legs.
When my wife is moisturized, I sit her in the chair facing the window, spread her wide, drop to my knees and bury my face in her sweetness. She slides her hands into my hair, legs draped over the arms of the chair, eyes fixed on me as I lap at her, suck and nibble and fuck her with my tongue until she comes all over it.
I strip off my shirt, pull her to her feet, and help her into it before I open the sliding door.
“What are you doing?”
“Fulfilling a fantasy for both of us.” I take her hand and lead her outside, onto the deck. There are people on the water, and we can hear our neighbors laughing and talking next door, likely also enjoying the warm weather and the beautiful view.
I move her to stand in front of the railing, my chest to her back, and place her hands on it, my fingers laced through hers. I kiss a path up her neck, lips at her ear. “Would you like me to fuck you right here, with our next-door neighbors close enough to hear your pretty whimpers?”
She pushes her ass out, rubbing against my already hard cock. “Oh my God, yes.”
“You’re always safe to change your mind, Mildred, if you decide it’s not what you want.” I kiss her cheek.
“I know.” She tips her head back, seeking my lips.
I cover her mouth with mine, sliding my other hand down to cup her through the fabric of my shirt. She rubs herself against me, and I push my joggers down, freeing my cock.
The neighbors laugh and the smell of something cooking on the barbecue filters over. I release Mildred long enough to pluck the condom from my pocket, tear it open, and roll it down my length.
Mildred grabs the railing and pushes her ass out. Flipping her shirt up, I run my hand over her soft skin, dipping between her thighs to stroke her clit before I grip my cock and rub the head between her pretty pink lips. She hums quietly, glancing over her shoulder, her bottom lip between her teeth.
I curve one hand around her hip and push inside. She moans, not quite as quietly as I’m sure she intends. I grin when her eyes flare and the conversation next door ceases for a moment. I lean into her, cock sliding deeper, lips at her ear.
