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

think I used too much, baby. Let me clean that up for you.”
I let three fingers move down her back, pushing my middle finger into her ass just slightly for a
moment as I drag my fingers down. She moans loudly and buries her face into her pillow deeper, her
face crimson. She likes that, huh?
I chuckle as I cup her pussy fully, pressing the heel of my hand into her. “I used too much oil,” I
complain, making excuses for the way I’m touching her.
“It’s okay,” she whispers. “Just rub it in. My skin will absorb it.”
“Yeah?”
I slide my hand underneath her pussy, pretending to check for oil as I slowly drag my fingers back
up, pressing against her skin, until two of my fingers slip into her, supposedly accidentally. The way
she moans into her pillow is fucking unreal.
“So much oil,” I groan, unable to keep the smile off my face.
I finger her slowly, taking my time to find her g-spot. Raven moans my name when I find it, and I
increase my pace, using my left hand to stroke her clit while my right hand fucks her pussy the way I
wish my cock would. I’ve never been jealous of my own fucking fingers, yet here I am, watching them
disappear into my wife’s hungry pussy.
“Ares, please.”
I smirk as I flick my thumb over her clit, my touch rough. Her hips start to thrust back against my
fingers, and fuck, I wish I could just slide my cock into her. I want her screaming my name.
“Yeah, baby,” I groan as her breathing comes faster. “Just like that.”
Her muscles tighten around my fingers, and she moans my name. She says it like it’s a fucking
prayer, and shit, just the sound of her has me close to coming myself.
I pull my fingers away as she comes down from her high and gently reposition her, so she’s lying
flat again. She relaxes underneath me and I continue to massage her legs as though I didn’t just make
her come. Considering that she didn’t even look at me once, she might not be ready to speak up about
what happened, but that’s fine. The way she just moaned my name is enough for me, for now. It’s a
whole lot more than the cold avoidance she’s been giving me lately.
I lean in and press a kiss to her lower back. “You may need to take another shower, Wifey. I got
oil all over your body.”
“Yeah,” she whispers. “I, um, I’ll just go take another shower now.”
I kiss her skin again and pull away. “I’ve got a conference call in a few minutes, so just relax for a
bit before you shower, my love.” I sigh and lean in one more time, kissing her shoulder blade this
time.
I move off her and jump to my feet, taking another quick peek at her as I walk out of our room. The
way she’s smiling, part of her face covered behind her arm… yeah, that expression is going to haunt
my dreams tonight.