Page 37 of Vicious Secrets
What I’m feeling right now is pity, maybe empathy, and nothing stronger.
“Yes.” Robyn’s voice is strong despite the quiver in her shoulders.
“I don’t want to keep things from you.”
She nods her gaze firmly on her knees. “It’ll be easier if you do.”
I hold back a sigh. “You’re always free to ask me for the truth.”
A small smile turns up the corners of her lips. “You too.”
Somewhere along the car ride home, my emotions flip-flop. My cock decides to beg for attention by smearing pre-cum against my leg. Standing in the living room, staring in the direction of our bedroom, I think over my options. Indecisiveness and nerves paralyze me.
I can’t explain where this fear of initiating intimacy the wrong way is coming from. Since the morning I caught her masturbating and nearly rubbed my palm raw, we’ve fooled around in each other’s company nightly. There hasn’t been any true initiation. More of a running into each other in the bedroom, making prolonged eye contact and then falling into bed side by side.
“Do you have tonight off?” Robyn asks from behind me.
I turn away from the bar and towards her voice. She’s still dressed except for her shoes and jewelry. No matter how many hours I spent drooling over her tonight, every time I see her in this dress is like the first time. My heart lunges against my sternum as it skips a beat. My breath catches in the back of my throat. My skin warms and makes me aware of every seam of my clothing.
“Yes. May I spend it with you?”
Mother of God, how old am I? Have I never spoken to a woman before?
Robyn, bless her kind heart, cocks her head to the side and smiles. “Of course. You don’t have to ask for permission. Can you help me out of my dress?”
The corners of my lips turn up as I cross the living room. Keeping my expressions under control around her is getting harder by the day. Robyn turns, and I follow her into the bedroom. Strings of fuzzy warmth swirl around my heart and constrict it.
I reach for her zipper as we cross over the threshold into the closet. Robyn bites her bottom lip, stifling her laughter.
My voice takes on a joking tone as it filters through the smile that’s plastering itself to my face. “Is this an invitation?”
“It is.” Robyn pulls the straps of her dress down her shoulders and shimmies the red silk down her hips. Exposing her bare back and tiny thong.
Ah, that’s why I like this dress; she’s braless.
I work the jeweled clip from her hair and run my fingers through her waves, fanning them over her shoulders. Robyn groans and tilts her head back.
“I want to touch you,” I say as I unbutton my shirt and toss it aside. As hot as I find fooling around while she’s fully naked and I’m clothed, I know it’s something that makes her uncomfortable in the aftermath, and that kills the appeal for me.
“How?” She looks over her shoulder.
My fingers stiffen over my belt. My cock twitches. The answers competing to sit on the tip of my tongue are all wrong and selfish. “I’ll tell you in bed.”
Robyn moves to her side of the closet and retrieves her vibrator before going into the bedroom. A petty part of me is sick with jealousy over those pieces of plastic and silicone. They’ve spent more time between my wife’s legs than I have, and that doesn’t sit right with me. She’s orgasming. That’s all that should matter. But my possessiveness can’t be reasoned with.
I finish undressing and wipe away the mess on my thigh before joining her. Robyn sits on top of the covers with her back to the door. I take my usual spot on the bed with my back against the headboard and stroke my cock with my fist. Robyn’s eyes follow my movements. She clicks on the vibrator and nestles it between her thighs. I slide my free hand over the covers until there are a few inches between it and my side. Rotating it palm up, I extend two fingers.
“Fuck yourself with my fingers.”
Robyn’s lips part, and her shoulders roll with a shiver. Her gaze flicks to my face first and then back down to my fingers.
“Do you want three?” I ask and squeeze the base of my cock to stop myself from getting too close too soon. I won’t last long; I never do while we play together. But I’d like to go for more than five fucking minutes.
She gnaws on her lower lip and nods. I grant her wish, adding my ring finger to the mix. She removes the vibrator and crawls to me. Bowing her elbows to lower her face to my fingers, she wraps her lips around them and sucks. I groan, my eyes rolling back as she bobs her head. The wet heat of her mouth sends tingles up my arm and into my brain, knocking every fragment of worry away.
By the time my eyes right themselves, her mouth is gone. Robyn shifts onto her knees, positioning her pussy over my fingers. She holds the vibrator to her clit, and sinks down.Fuck, I’ve missed how her greedy pussy welcomes me in like a king. If I’d been stroking myself, I would have shot my load before she got passed my second knuckles.
I watch my fingers disappear and how her body stretches for me. Robyn whimpers as she rocks her hips against my hand and throws her head back when she bottoms out. Rising up and down, her walls clutch me like a vise. Each bounce of her hips rewards me with drops of arousal on my palm.
