The-Wrong-Bride-Ares--Raven’s-story-(Maura,-Catharina)_bibis

I hesitate for a moment as I move lower and tug on her towel slightly to check if she’ll resist, but
she doesn’t. Instead, she lifts her hips a little, allowing me to pull it off entirely, until I’ve got her
lying underneath me naked.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers, snapping me out of my daze. I continue to massage her lower back,
unable to tear my eyes off her ass. Her body is literal perfection. My hands move slowly as I knead
the top of her ass, my thumbs working through her glutes.
“Oh,” she moans again. “Hurts.”
“Here, baby?”
I continue to massage her glutes, moving my hands lower, until they’re covering her ass fully, my
grip tight as my thumbs dig into her muscles.
“Yeah,” she groans. “There.”
I clench my jaws hard as I move a little lower, my thumbs brushing over her inner thighs, so
fucking close to her pussy. I pause for a moment before I move my body down, giving myself a clear
view of her smooth pussy.
Fucking hell. I’d give the world to spread her legs and bury my face between them. I need a
fucking taste.
I move my hands wider until I’ve got them on the sides of her ass and continue to massage her
glutes, my thumbs pressed against her thighs. Raven squirms a little, shifting just a little, until my
thumb brushes over her pussy. She opens her legs just a little, allowing my finger to go deeper, until
I’m pressing against her clit.
I pause for one single moment and smile when she doesn’t pull away. Slowly, I start to knead her
ass, keeping my thumb in place against her clit. My movements are more sensual than therapeutic
now, but she doesn’t seem to mind. I steal a glance at her face and smirk at the way she’s blushing, her
eyes pressed closed.
My movements are almost imperceptible as I start to draw circles around her clit while I pretend
to massage her hips. Her breathing turns into soft panting, and I watch as she bites down on her lower
lip, no doubt trying her best to keep in her moans.
I smirk as I press against her clit harder and move my left hand closer, pretending to massage her
inner thigh. Her hips move ever so slightly, as though she wants more, and I brush my fingers over her
pussy, enjoying the wetness. How long has she been turned on?
I wonder how far she’ll let me take this. Will she let me make her come?
I pull my thumb away and bring it to my lips, sucking down on it. My eyes fall closed as I taste
her. I wish I could have more. Fuck, I wish I could make her sit on her hands and knees while I eat her
out from behind.
I move my hands away from her pussy and start to massage the back of her thighs, patiently
waiting for a sign that she wants more, that I’m not crossing any lines.
Raven squirms underneath me and repositions herself slightly, until she’s got my fingers back on
her pussy, and I bite back a smile. Yeah, my darling wife wants more.
“Spread your legs for me,” I tell her, my voice rough and demanding. “Let me work on the
muscles in your thighs.”
I put my hands on her thighs and reposition her legs until I’ve got her on her knees with her ass in
the air, all the while keeping her upper body perfectly unmoved. She keeps her eyes closed,
pretending to be unaffected, but her breathing gives her away.
That, and her soaking wet, swollen pussy.
I grin as I grab the oil and pour it down her ass until it’s glistening and wet. “Sorry,” I murmur. “I