UNQUELLED LUST

"Aaah..." I can't suppress a moan as he strokes his hard length against my clitoral area. The sensation sends shivers down my spine.


Shit! I shouldn't act like a desperate-for-sex bitch, but... when did he hover over me and perch himself so perfectly sweet on me? His flesh is burning mine so dangerously.

"You like that, wife?" he asks, his voice a mix of challenge and seduction.

"Yes... Ooh! Uh, no. I mean, we... the rule!" What the hell am I even sputtering? My thoughts are a jumbled mess under his intoxicating touch.


"Rules can be broken," he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear. "Especially when they are our rules."

I try to respond, but my words are lost in a gasp as his hand moves expertly, sending waves of pleasure through me. This is going to be a dangerous game, and I am not sure if I am ready to play. But as his touch ignites every nerve in my body, I realize it might be too late to turn back now. And his touch, his stroke—ooh, what do I do with him, huh?


I don't know, because everything is blown away when his moist lips crash on mine. My breath, my energy, and my brain all get blown away. All the nerves in my body go numb as I relish the sweet taste of his lips. My arms entangle from his, finding their way to his back, as I imprint lines and circles on his back with my nails.

"Mmh!" I moan angrily when pulls away.

He traces his fingers along my collarbone; his touch is light and electrifying. His fingers are warm, sending shivers down my spine as he massages my bare skin softly. He leans in closer, his breath hot against my face, and bites my lower lip gently, pulling back with a teasing smile. The sensation is both tender and tantalizing, making my heart race.

I am ready. Ready for my Damian. Ready for anything he yearns for, including breaking the rules I personally made. The rules that once seemed so important now feel like flimsy barriers in the face of this overwhelming desire. Wait, of what importance were the rules again? Trash them! They should not have been there in the first place! I want and need him. Every inch of me is calling for him, a deep, primal longing that I can no longer ignore.

His touch moves lower, his fingers dancing across my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I arch my back slightly, pressing closer to him, craving more of his touch. His hand slides down, tracing the curve of my waist, his fingers exploring every contour. My skin tingles under his touch, and my breath hitching with anticipation.

"I need you," I whisper, my voice trembling with desire. The words feel like an admission, a surrender to the passion that is building between us. There is not even a slight tinge of shame in my admission. This is too much to curb.

"I know," he murmurs against my lips, his voice husky and filled with promise. He kisses me deeply, his lips claiming mine with a hunger that matches my own. Our bodies press together, and the heat between us is almost unbearable.

His hands continue their exploration, each touch driving me closer to the edge. He cups my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I gasp, my body arching into his touch, craving more. I don't know why his sweet cock is just enjoying the pleasure from the outside. He should have thrust in a long time ago, because I am dying for it.

"Damian..." I moan, my voice a plea. He responds by trailing kisses down my neck, his mouth warm and wet against my skin. He nips at my collarbone, soothing the bite with his tongue, and I shudder with pleasure.

His hands are everywhere, caressing, teasing, and driving me wild. I can feel his desire pressing against me, hard and insistent. The last tincture of restraint crumbled away, replaced by an all-consuming need.

"Please, Damian, I…

Everything stops: his strokes down there, his touch, and his kisses. They all stop, and I emit a cry of short pleasure. A cry of disappointment.

"Too bad, wifey! You made the rules, and you are not willing to compromise," he whispers, rolling from me.

He lays on his back, his fascinating features illuminated by the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. His eyes gaze thoughtfully at the ceiling, but their beauty is evident from any angle. His sharp jawline, perfectly sculpted, contrasts with the softness of his lips, which are slightly parted as he breathes steadily. The play of light and shadows accentuates the contours of his face, highlighting his high cheekbones and the smooth line of his nose.

He is a sweet devil! An annoying, teasing jerk at times! How can he do this? If this is how he is planning on luring me to sex, I don't know how long I can last. Fuck him for almost turning me into a beggar. And fuck myself for endorsing such an absurd fucking rule. No sex, my foot! To hell with the rules! Besides, I can as well break it any time I fucking want, right? He can't just be this heartless to ignite this fire and just abandon me like this. What am I supposed to do, huh? Finger myself?

Wait, maybe I should. And that too, right in front of him. Let me see if he will stand by me, praising myself.

"Can you oversee the breakfast, please? We have a whole company waiting for us."

Damn him and his games! He fucking is enjoying this, isn't he?

I roll out of bed in disappointment. I don't even care to look at how his eyes are glued to my butt as I walk to the closet to change, but I can feel his gaze on me. When I am done putting on a bathrobe, I turn and stroll to him. He can't even hide his ogling, yet he is playing so hard to get. He wants me to beg, my foot!

I lean toward his face and give him a gentle kiss on his sugar-sweet lips.