My Wife, My Rules – 12. chapter

After they returned from riding, not even the discovery that she had gotten her only dress dirty and would have to get back into a skirt could spoil Tess’s good mood. She and Aiden still exchanged views about her safety when she wished to wash alone. He allowed it only after she promised not to get fully into the bath. For a moment he considered washing her himself, but he did not want to spoil the atmosphere. So they merely changed places when she stepped out of the washroom wrapped in a towel and he went in. When he finished, he wrapped a white cloth around his waist. His erection could not be hidden, so he did not try, and returned to the chamber where Tess was.

She stood before the mirror again, battling the skirt. He sat and watched her. His neutrality lasted only a few seconds. As he followed her fingers, he was already imagining how he would like to undo the lacing. Tess finished tying it and remained facing the mirror. She saw him watching her in its reflection and stayed silent. Only for a moment, because then she asked,

“What are you thinking about?”

He met her eyes through the mirror. “You know what.”

She did. His voice carried desire. Still, she repeated, “About what?”

He hesitated, studying her face, then answered softly, “How I would untie that lace on your skirt…”

She liked him like this. For all his usual confidence, he was careful again. As he always was when it came to her body. She walked to him slowly and turned her back so the lacing lay directly before him.

“How?” she whispered. “Show me.”

Her voice was barely audible and maddeningly aroused him. The room fell so quiet he heard his own pulse.

He watched the neat bow, fought with himself for a moment, even shook his head a little at what he should not do. Then he could not resist. He caught one end and pulled. The glossy cord began to slide until it came free.

“Next?” Tess said quietly, while his breathing grew harsher and he watched the weight of the fabric draw the edges apart. He took both sides and pulled them farther open.

“How I would pull that skirt down,” he said slowly, quietly. “I have seen you dress. I know the shift you wear reaches only halfway down your ass.” The skirt fell to the floor.

“Go on,” Tess kept urging him.

He stopped fighting and gave in. He knelt at Tess’s feet and drew off her very thin undergarment. This way, he was now looking at her bare ass, his reason gone, aware only of her body and his desire.

“I would like to see it,” he whispered, setting his palms on her thighs. As he slid them up her hips, he lifted the hem of her shirt to her waist. The touch set his blood alight.

“And kiss it.” He pressed his lips to her skin. His hands roamed her hips, and between kisses on her ass he nearly gasped for breath with arousal.

“And if you were not afraid,” he gently, very slowly turned her to face him, expecting resistance. It did not come. The red curls over her folds were right before his face. He breathed hard and leaned in.

“I would try to taste you.” He kissed the curls, then gently pressed the tip of his tongue between them. He did not know which of them moaned louder. His tongue traced the inside of her folds all the way to her pearl, and Tess sighed aloud. She tipped her head back, lost her balance, and Aiden gripped her hips more firmly to steady her. He kept touching her gently with his tongue, and when he began to suck her most sensitive little spot even slightly, Tess gasped aloud, tipped back again, and tried to spread her legs. Her ankles tangled in the clothes she was standing in and she lost her balance completely. Aiden sprang up at once, caught her by the waist, lifted her from the pile of fabric, carried her to the bed, and set her on the edge. Without hesitation he knelt again, refused to bother with the loosened towel, and returned his tongue to the sweet, wet place. Tess arched, fingers clawing the coverlet. Her moans grew louder and at times he had to hold her more firmly as she writhed. She made all her desire unmistakable and wanted him to continue. He could not mistake it and pressed harder with his tongue, yet after a moment Tess seized his head and pulled it more firmly to her. He understood he was giving her her first orgasm. Tess cried out and arched. Her body trembled for a moment, and Aiden watched in fascination. Before she could recover, he returned his tongue to her folds. She startled a little and caught his hands on her hips. She tried to push him away, but this she could not stop.

“One more,” Aiden whispered. He took her hands and with quick work of his tongue brought another cry and arch of her body. Only then did he lie on the bed beside her, watching her with satisfaction. Tess took a moment to recover before she realized he was looking at her.

Her gaze was hazy, her breath uneven. Her cheeks burned, lips slightly parted. Everything in her screamed for more.

She rose and straddled him across his thighs.

“Go on,” she whispered.

Aiden froze. She was naked as he was, his hard dick jutting into the space directly beneath her folds. Was she thinking what he was thinking? He saw no other meaning than that Tess wanted him inside her. He sat up, very hesitantly and carefully wrapped one arm around her waist, and immediately remembered how he had wanted this when he first met her. He lifted her slightly higher and took his dick in his other hand. Tess waited and watched him, offering no resistance. He uncertainly guided his dick to her wet hole and tightened his grip at her waist.

“If you don’t stop me now, I will hurt you a little,” he whispered. He rather liked that it happened in this position. If it hurt too much, she could push away from him with her thighs.

“All right,” Tess whispered and kissed him.

He exhaled sharply and began pressing her down onto himself. She was very tight, but wet and hot. He seriously feared he would come before he was fully inside her. He slid in smoothly to a gentle barrier. She did not resist, so he held her tighter and pushed all the way in. This time she did not cry out. She clenched her teeth and turned her face away with a pained grimace. He held her and waited. He needed the worst of the pain to pass and to be able to hold back and not come immediately. He understood almost at once that the latter would not happen. He closed his eyes a little in disappointment, rested his forehead against Tess’s breasts, and came inside her.

When he came back to himself, straightened, and looked at Tess, she was smiling.

Actually, so was he.

“I could not believe I would hold out longer after such long arousal and waiting. Does it still hurt? Do you want to continue?”

“In a little while, yes,” she agreed, blushing a little.

“Not in a little while. Now,” he corrected, and without withdrawing he rolled her onto her back.

She was surprised, but when he began to move inside her, she forgot everything else. After the earlier orgasms she reached another quickly, and Aiden did not have to try very hard before he came a second time.