Overnight Wife(35)
I shut my eyes, and I sink into his kiss. Into my husband’s arms.
11
John
I check the clock. Only five minutes have passed. I could have sworn it had been about a million hours. But time always seems to crawl at moments like this—at times when all I want to do is be with Mara again. I’ve been working overtime tonight, the same way I had to three times already this week. Normally Mara would be doing the same, and I could sneak away down to the shop to distract her from her current project… But tonight she left early, promising to meet me later for dinner.
Which leaves me all alone in this empty office with no distractions. Not until I’m able to finish this pile of work and escape, at any rate.
With effort, I tear my gaze from the clock and turn back to my computer screen. The faster I work, the faster I get to leave, and the sooner I get to see her again. To get my hands on my beautiful, sexy as hell wife.
Just the thought is enough to make my dick stir. I remember the last time she came by my office after hours. She wore that same sexy blue dress she wore to meet my parents, only this time, I didn’t let her wear it for long. I pinned her against the door almost before it had closed, and slid my hands up, pushing that dress up over her hips as my fingers toyed with the hem of her panties. I slid one finger beneath them, ran it along the edges of her pussy lips, and found her already soaking wet for me.
My dirty girl. She’s always as eager as I am, every time we reunite. It’s like neither of us can get enough, like we’re dying of thirst in the desert, and we’re each an oasis.
My cock hardens against the seam of my pants. I know I need to keep working, need to finish this and get out of here. But I can’t help the way my mind drifts. Toward thoughts of Mara last night, and the sheer nightgown she wore. The way she posed across my bed when I got out of the shower wearing only a towel.
I dropped the towel the second I saw her, and I was already getting hard. Harder still when she spread her legs and ran her hand up the inside of her creamy thigh, her fingers inching higher and higher up that sexy, soft skin of hers. She parted her legs and let me see she was naked under that nightgown. She ran her fingers along her slit, toying with herself, parting her lips, her tongue tracing the edges of her teeth as I watched.
God, she looked so fucking sexy. It’s a wonder I didn’t pin her down right there, but I was patient. I was enjoying the show, after all.
She lay back on the bed and started to finger herself, gasping softly with each stroke. That was when I couldn’t stand it anymore. I bent over her and took her hand, drawing it from her pussy and licking her finger clean slowly, my tongue hot against her skin, as I savored the salty sweet taste, her finger already coated in her juices.
I spread her legs then and pushed that nightgown up around her waist. Gripped the base of my cock tightly in one fist and guided myself to her entrance. With my other hand, I caught her wrists and pinned her arms over her head, telling her exactly where I wanted her, waiting for her to spread her legs wider for me, hooking her ankles around my waist, before I plunged into her.
God, that sexy little scream of hers undid me.
It’s enough to make me undo the top button of my jeans now, my hand stroking the edges of my cock through my boxers. Mara. Mara, Mara, Mara…
She’s all I think about. All day. It’s like I’ve been infected; like I’m addicted to that woman. And not only that, I’m lucky enough to call her my wife. I don’t know how I got so damn lucky, but I’m not about to waste it.
I slide my hand into my boxers, shutting my eyes to picture her face last night. That sexy little part between her top and bottom lips as she gasped. That soft mouth of hers, and the way her body arched up against me, her breasts digging into my hard chest when I drove into her again and again…
I start to stroke my shaft, my fist tight around the hard steel of it. I stroke my thumb over the top, feeling a bead of precum already gathered there, that’s how fucking horny this woman makes me.
I’m working myself up toward an edge when my door flings open without so much as a knock. My eyes jump to the doorframe, expecting to see Mara standing there, eager to call her over if it is, to have her join in.
But then I freeze.
It’s not Mara. It’s Bianca. Fuck.
There’s a desk in my way, blocking my cock from view—at least, so I hope—but still, it’s pretty obvious what I was just doing. I shove my pants closed again, and the zipper sounds deafeningly loud in this tight space, far too obvious. Still, I clear my throat and hope the flush doesn’t show on my cheeks.
“Bianca. Can I help you with something?”
“I’m so sorry,” she blurts. “I didn’t realize you were… um, that it would be a bad time.” Her face is bright red. Probably even redder than mine.
Still, she steps into the office, and shuts the door behind her slowly.
“What is it you need?” I ask, crossing one leg over the other to hide the inconvenient, still obvious bulge.
Her gaze drops toward the desk anyway, and to what I’m concealing behind it. “Nothing important. It was just a silly question about budgets, it can wait… until a better time…” She hesitates and glances up at me again, before she bites her lower lip slowly. “Unless, of course, this is a good time.”