She laughed. “I don’t have an O-face.”
“Yeah, you do. I need to see it.” He pushed deep, and she gasped. “I need to see what I do to you.”
“It’ll make an appearance soon enough. I have complete faith in your abilities.”
His persistent rhythm quickly brought her to her peak. When she cried out, he said, “That’s it.” His breath caught, and he shuddered.
She forced her eyes open so she could watch his O-face—mouth open, one eye squeezed shut, the opposite eyebrow arched. He bit his lip, and the skin on his nose crinkled as his entire body went rigid. “Mmm,” he gasped.
“All I get is an mmm?” She mimicked his sound.
He laughed between gasps. “I’ll be more vocal next time.”
“Next time?” She squeezed his hands. “Maybe I’m finished for the night.”
“Maybe you’re going to shave your box like you promised so I can feast on your pussy for an hour or two.”
A shudder of delight raced down her spine, making her still-quaking pussy clench with renewed excitement. “Maybe I will.”
“And maybe you’re going to wear your new jewelry for me while I watch you shave it.”
Jewelry? “I’m already wearing my rings.”
“Your other new jewelry. That we got at the sex shop.”
Her belly quivered. How could she have forgotten? “I guess there is going to be a next time.” She lifted her head to kiss him.
“I figured you’d see it my way.”
He pulled out and slid from the bar before helping her find her feet and avoid the broken bottle on the floor. He kicked off his boots and removed his pants, which were saturated down the thighs with champagne. Myrna headed for the foyer to find the suitcase she’d packed.
“I’ll meet you in the bathroom, if I can find it. This place is huge!” He glanced around the expansive main room and went to check an open doorway. “A home theater? Why did we stay on the bus last night?”
“Not sure,” she said. “Maybe you like living the life of a bachelor.”
He shook his head.
“Well, there’s got to be a bathroom around here somewhere,” she said. “I specifically requested a jetted tub.”
He grinned, and her heart stumbled.
“You know, I love you a little more every minute,” he told her.
“Just a little more?” she teased, pinching her thumb and forefinger together.
“Trust me—minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day—all that love accumulates.”
He switched on a light and disappeared deeper into the suite. She set the suitcase on the sofa and unzipped it, then riffled through the contents looking for the sack containing their new purchases.
“Found it!” Brian called, his voice echoing.
She found what she’d been looking for as well. “I’ll be there in a minute! Go ahead and fill up the tub.”
She heard water strike porcelain as she dumped her new rhinestone choker into her hand. She fastened it around her throat and inspected the free ends of two slender chains dangling from the necklace. She’d never worn nipple clamps before. Wasn’t exactly sure how to attach them. She licked two fingers and rubbed them over one nipple, teasing it to an erect point before squeezing the open ring shut over the tender tip. An unexpected spasm gripped her lower belly as the weight of the chain tugged at her nipple. Her pussy throbbed.
“Oh,” she gasped. “I think I’m going to like this.”
She attached the other clamp to her free nipple and inspected her reflection in the mirror behind the bar. Three slender chains draped between the mounds of her breasts. The slender strands swayed against her belly rhythmically and tugged gently on both sensitive tips. She thrust her shoulders back, which lifted her breasts high. Brian was going to love this new piece of jewelry. Perhaps even more than his new ring. Well maybe not that much. But the clamps kept her nipples erect and her pussy tingly—just the way they both liked it.
Myrna slipped on her black patent leather stilettos, picked up her shaving kit, and sashayed her way to the bathroom, feeling as sexy as she knew she looked.
She found Brian lounging in a rapidly filling bathtub of steaming water. His eyes were closed, so she paused in the doorway and cleared her throat.
His eyes blinked open slowly, and then he sat up producing an awkward splash.
“Fuck, you look hot,” he said with a groan of approval.
The man had a way with words.
Myrna crossed the room with calculated steps, spread a towel on the ledge at the far end of the tub, and left her shoes on the floor as she climbed up to sit across from him. She lathered her pubic hair with shaving cream and opened her legs wide to give him a good view as she drew the razor over her skin in slow, deliberate strokes. She didn’t meet his eyes, pretended he wasn’t there. But damned if the excited little gasps he made each time a new strip of bare skin was revealed didn’t turn her on.
When the tub was full, he turned off the water. She dipped a hand in the tub and rinsed the traces of shaving cream from her skin. She lathered up again and repeated the process. The repetitive sloshing of water drew Myrna’s attention to her enthralled husband. He was stroking the length of his massive cock with both hands. Her thighs contracted involuntarily. She watched him discreetly from beneath the veil of her lashes. Watching him masturbate always turned her on. Her pussy pulsed in time with his strokes, dripping fluids in anticipation. Finished with her task, she rinsed her clean-shaven box with water and moved her fingers to rub against her clit. She tugged on the chains of her nipple clamps with her free hand. Her back arched as she lost herself to pleasure.