Chapter 459 - Exploring My Husband***
[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. PROCEED WITH CAUTION]
"Oh no, my love. You shouldn't change your mind like that."
Sam didn't listen to me as he proceeded to take off my other stocking. Just like what he did, Sam bit my thigh. This time, though, I winced. But then he soothed it with a lick, followed by a kiss. It wasn't that painful, honestly. More like that bite, followed by the heat of his tongue on my skin, and his soft, sweet lips sent a signal on my private region, making it sweat even more.
I was biting my lips as I felt my crevice clench in his touches. My face was also burning as my breathing grew slower. My husband's kisses were too passionate and how his fingers pressed across my skin had the perfect mix of gentleness and firmness.
Once he successfully removed my stocking, his eyelashes fluttered while he gazed up. He was absolutely gorgeous. I unconsciously bit my lip at the sight of this man, who only had me in his eyes. I blushed, thinking of how he would look if I... tied him up.
"My love, I didn't know you will ever think of tying me up," I instantly froze when he remarked, eyes dilating as my mouth fell open. Sam smirked while enjoying my shocked countenance.
"Should we... do that...?" he dawdled while running his fingers over my leg, making playful circles an inch above my knee. "Shall I let you tie me up?"
I pressed my lips into a thin line and shook my head profusely. That sounded so wrong! But the thought of it... my face turned redder and it wouldn't even surprise me if my nose bleed. I covered my lips with the back of my fist; a futile attempt to cover my flustered face.
"Let's... not do that," came out a weak, muffled voice. Sam nodded in understanding and shrugged. It seemed he would do everything with an open mind and willing heart.
How tempting, but...
Why in the world am I having such sinful thoughts? Why am I getting aroused by sheer the thought of tying him bare and seeing him with a helpless expression while I tease him?
"Then, what does her majesty wants now?" Sam inquired, bringing me back to the current lapse. He planted both his palms on my knees, resting his chin on it while looking up at me curiously.
Although he still looked as dangerous as a beast, the misplaced cluelessness in his eyes made me want to pet him. I hummed and carefully stroke his hair.
"Come up here," I said, tilting my head down as a signal for him to join me.
"Alright," he smirked.
As instructed, Sam stood up, placing his palm on my rear while bending over. He leaned forward for a kiss, only to stop when I raised a finger in front of his lips.
"I never said you can kiss me." His brows arched, and I cleared my throat. Even I was surprised at how I could stay composed despite that I badly wanted him right now.
"Then, why did you ask me to come up?" he inquired, before licking my finger lightly. My breath hitched at this action and I almost told him 'just take me!'
"Hmmm. Sit beside me." I tilted my head to the side. He glanced at it with arched brows but still followed. Sam plopped down beside me lazily, sliding his arm over the backrest. He cocked his head to me, staring at me in puzzlement while I turned my body to face him.
His position granted me the best view to appreciate his breathtaking beauty and his delectable, chiseled body. I caught the corner of his lips stretched into a smirk, proud to display this perfection.
"Like it?" he asked teasingly, and I glanced up at him.
To his surprise, I smiled sweetly and replied. "Very much."
"Honest, aren't we?" his smirk stretched even broader, raising a brow as he cast me a knowing look. "Will you just look, my wife?"
I bit my lips as I caressed his thigh, eyes fixed on those pairs of cunning eyes. I will change that look on his face from cunning to... something less taunting.
"Don't move," I said while feeling the muscles on his thigh going up. The corner of my lips curled up into a smirk when I caressed his bulge. It was hot at the touch and solid and huge — I thought it got larger than ever, probably because of his pent-up urges.
Sam flinched when I grabbed it so suddenly. My eyes drooped, seeing his cunning expression slightly changed.
How cute.
"My wife surely knows what she wants..." he dawdled under his breath, grinding his teeth as I stroked his manhood. I wasn't holding it bare, as he still had his trousers, but it was already throbbing under my grip.
"My husband," I whispered, switching position with my knees on the settee. I crawled towards him, leaning to his face, only to draw my head back so our lips wouldn't touch.
"Lilou," he hissed as his attempt to kiss me failed.
"What?" I feigned innocent while biting my lip, suppressing myself from smirking. I naturally didn't forget to stimulate his arousal.
"You've slept for five years... yet, you seemed to learn how to tease a man."
A short giggle escaped my mouth, as that was quite hilarious. I didn't even know myself, but I was simply following my instincts. I had no idea where I got the idea to build up the anticipation to spice things up. Although I was getting impatient myself, I was starting to enjoy it as well.
"My Sam, I think that other side of me had opened a part of me I didn't know of until now," I confessed while trailing my fingertips on his shoulder. "Do you hate it? Hmm?"
"No, I would never... but Love --" Sam flinched when I suddenly slipped my hand inside his pants.
"But?" I inquired while wrapping my fingers around his girth before stroking it carefully.
"Damn, Lilou," Sam cursed through his gritted teeth, tilting his head back before looking back at me. The confidence plastered on his face slowly broke, panting heavily as he tried to touch me but stop when I shook my head.
Instead, I repeated my previous inquiry with a mischievous smirk. "But?"
"Damn it..." he gasped while balling his hand into a fist. He avoided touching me as per my command.
Sam tossed his head back and let out a defeated grunt.
"No but. I.... fucking love it."
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