Page 78 of When She Loves
“Do you think I should decrease it by ten or twenty percent?” she asks.
She might push me away if I touch her. But I need to fucking touch her. I lift my hand and wrap my palm around the back of her thigh.
She sucks in a low breath. I wait. Give her time to adjust or to shove my hand off her the way she’s done so many times before.
But seconds pass, and she doesn’t.
This emboldens me. I move my fingers in a light caress against the inside of her thigh. “I think fifteen is a good guess.”
Goosebumps erupt over her flesh. She types in the new number. “Done.” Her voice is hoarse. “Any other feedback?”
“You should probably increase your marketing expenses in Q4.” I inch my hand higher, stopping when I reach the edge of her panties. “Once you pay off the debts, you’ll want to double down on growth.”
“Okay.”
Slowly, I start to move the tips of my fingers back and forth along the edge of her underwear. Her skin is so soft and warm here.
Her elegant throat bobs. “By how much?”
I shift in the chair, my cock straining against the fabric of my slacks. She still hasn’t pulled away, so I go farther. To the damp lace fabric covering her pussy. To the valley that molds to her slit. She gasps and squirms against my hand.
“Ten percent.” My voice drops an octave lower. The lace grows more and more wet with every swipe of my thumb.
She’s frazzled now. She mistypes the numbers, deletes them, types them in again. Her hands are shaking.
“I think I need to—”
I increase my pressure, and she chokes on her words.
“Need what?” I slide a finger under the lace.
A satisfied groan rumbles inside my chest. Drenched. My wife is fucking drenched for me.
“I should increase the he-headcount.” She’s panting now. “We’ll need to hire someone to help with the marketing.” The sentence comes out in one breath.
Her wetness coats my digits, and there’s so much of it. My dick weeps at the thought of sliding through all this wet, warm heat.
I draw a circle around her clit. “Good idea.”
With a shaking hand, she adjusts the numbers and then slams the laptop shut. A puff of air escapes past her lips, and she lets her head fall forward.
Slowly, I rise out of my chair, brush her hair over her shoulder, and bring my lips close to her ear. “Do you want me to stop?”
The air fills with the sound of her heavy breathing. Anticipation tightens inside my gut.
She swallows. “No.”
I press a kiss to the side of her neck, my body buzzing with triumph. “Good girl.” She whimpers. “I’m going to feast on you,tesoro. You’ve kept me so fucking starved.”
I roll my chair until it’s directly behind her, sit down, and lift her skirt.
I groan.
Red lace panties stretched over a firm, round ass. So fucking perfect. I hook a finger around the fabric and pull it aside to examine her.
Fuck me. Her cunt is dripping down her inner thighs, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever seen. That pussy is made to be eaten.
I shove the panties down her legs and make her step out of them.
