Rexhard grabbed her and pressed her against the wall, her legs wrapped around his body, skirt ridden up so high he could see the outline of her kitty and the cotton panties soaked.
God, was he going to take his time with this damsel in his arms. After all, she was not going to run away, was she? She was his wife after all.
Hoisting her up with one hand, he deliberately pulled the stockings from her thighs, locking eyes with her, promising untold wicked thoughts as he peeled from thigh to thigh.
He went further, unzipping her skirt. Then there she was, dressed only in that shirt with no bra and a panty, the last thin barrier between Rexhard and his sexy wife. Her body was sexy, waist slim, breasts full, and booty round. She was perfect, built like sin.
Her body was burning for reasons no one knew. Her skin was red, her face tantalizing.
She kept staring at him with those eyes filled with lust. She was no longer up in his arms but still trapped between himself and the wall.
Rexhard towered over her, his hands reaching to grab a handful of that ass, earning him a squeaky moan that made him groan.
His body screamed to take her immediately, but he wanted to savor the taste, going slowly, even if that meant torturing himself with need. His body screamed to take her immediately, but his mind… his mind was cruel. He wanted to savor this. To torture himself with restraint, dragging out every second until the ache was unbearable. For Rexhard, it wasn't torture. It was bliss..
Her shirt slipped off one shoulder. His mouth claimed the skin there, sucking, biting slow, his lips dragging down to her neck. She moaned louder with every move, voice breaking, and Rexhard only grew harder, his self-control slipping thread by thread.
His hands traveled again, feeling her waist, her back, pulling her tight against the hard line of his cock. He rolled her hips against him, grinding to a rhythm that left both of them gasping. The room wasn't hot, but they were.
They were steaming, and both eyes seemed to say, "Let's do it."
Samantha forgot her hate, and Rexhard his dislike.
They needed to quench that gnawing need that threatened to consume them both.
Rexhard,, reached out to unbutton his clothes, leaving a clear view of his well-sculpted muscles, lean and packed. There were a few scars, but none could mar the beauty.
Samantha reached out and held him, taking a step and closing into his embrace, her hands tracing every line and shape, down to his v-lines, eyes locked with his the whole time. She dragged her tongue across one nipple, teasing. Her other hand played with the other, pinching and circling.
Rexhard felt his breath shorten for a moment. It was so stimulating his insides trembled. He grabbed her hands and bit her ears.
..Fuck" Rexhard moaned, head falling back, hand reaching down to caress her breasts as she worked him.
She went on to unbutton his trousers, and Rexhard watched with gusto.
He was huge, and it stood tall. She knelt beneath his length, her tongue wiping off the precum that was dripping gently, earning a shudder from Rexhard.
She wrapped her hands around it, her face buried in his thighs, biting gently and sucking his balls while rocking her hands to match the slow pace, then picking up the pace, immediately switching to a wet sloppy fellatio.
Slow at first, stroking with her hands, but soon picking up speed. Switching. Mouth wetter, sloppier, spit dripping, tongue hanging out.
Earning a full moan from Rexhard, she went harder and harder, her tongue hanging out, taking mouthfuls of the huge lollipop staring at her in the face while he reached down, caressing her breasts.
She was relentless. Taking him deeper. Harder. Her throat straining, tears at the corners of her eyes, yet she didn't stop. She wanted him trembling, undone.
And he was.
She knew he wouldn't cum, not with his size.
But there was no way she would not leave him trembling.
Just as she sought to continue, Rexhard picked her up swiftly, laying her onto the desk made of dark walnut.
Taking his time to pull off those panties.
Her breath was uneven, hair sprawled in a wild mess. She looked amazing. Her cheeks were flushed, and her buds dripping.
Taking his time to pull off those panties, Rexhard didn't go for her immediately. Instead, he turned her slightly, one hand pressing her down on the desk, the other trailing slow and deliberate across her ass.
The anticipation made her squirm, but before she could breathe, his palm landed firm and sharp against her bare cheek. The sound cracked through the room. Samantha gasped, half in shock, half in something else she refused to name.
Rexhard's lips curved into a wicked grin. He delivered another, harder this time, watching the flesh ripple, redden beneath his hand. She moaned despite herself, her body betraying her.
He caressed the sting with his palm, then spanked her again, slower, savoring the way she jolted under his control. He rubbed her behind against his hard on.
…Damn you Samantha" he whispered against her ear, low and rough, before finally spreading her open across the desk.
He spread open her legs as he knelt in front of the table, looking at those pink buds all ready for him in their full glory. It was magnificent.
They were dripping. He could see how much she wanted him from the sight. He saw how she dripped even more, the longer he watched her.
But his tongue did not go into her clit.
Not yet.
He started from the thighs and worked his way inside, now hanging both legs on his shoulders.
Samantha grabbed his hair and rocked slowly.
The lights of the room were perfect. Lust filled the air.
Rexhard sucked on her clit as a finger entered into her. Now two, and faster. Her moans grew louder. Three, and Samantha was saying his name. Just then did he look satisfied.
But would he make her cum?That would've been mercy.
And Rexhard was no merciful man.
Hell no.
He stopped.
And she trembled, but no, not from fear but of raw anticipation.