I feel my heart beat leaping out of my chest, trying to make its presence known. Seeing her there in the kitchen, barefoot and domesticated, passive in her own sexuality was unbearable. The smell of chocolate still in the air, my body still shaking from the orgasm as a brief reminder of the weakness she brings out of me. Everything about her is precious in these moments and she knows it. She knows her submissive and docile nature has power, she knows her very presence inspires lust.
Ignoring me covertly, teasing me with the absence of panties are the intricacies of her foreplay. I have to trade semen for willpower in this game.
And I have.
We are on leveled ground now, both wet, both spent, both happy with ourselves. But there is still the end game to play.
I take her by the hand, ‘mi esposa’ I say ‘ven conmigo’, and lead her to the bedroom. Quickly, her little feet barely touching the carpet. Her dress dancing about her and I know her thighs are still wet.
Once in the bedroom I kiss her deeply, passionately. I want to own her, possess her, inhale her. Turn these moments into eternity. I put it in words and lace it into our every conversation;