BXBX NOVEL Chapter 463 - Touch Yourself***
Chapter 463 - Touch Yourself***
[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.]
Sam leaned his lips closer to my nipple, keeping his eyes on me. My lower lip trembled as the corner of his eyes squinted devilishly.
"I think... we\'ve both unlocked something we are both unaware about," he muttered while brushing his lips against my nipples, giving me goosebumps. "I never want to see you cry, but somehow, the thought of it right now makes me feel... a bit bad. It\'s tempting."
My breath instantly hitched as my gut feeling was correct. Yet, I didn\'t hate it, nor did I abhor my husband for it. If anything, I was slowly loving his dominance. It felt great when he was being submissive, but there was just something in this change of power that immediately occupied a special place in my heart.
"Then, let\'s be bad together," I blurted out under my breath.
If I was being a hundred percent honest, even if he went rough, I would love it. I must have truly lost my mind somewhere, but I didn\'t want to pick it up where I dropped my rationality. This didn\'t feel like we\'re sinning or being abusive, but rather, it was spicing things up after all.
His eyes dropped as he licked my nipple slowly. He just did it once, but my toes curled as I gasped. I watched how my breast moved up and down heavily, getting aroused seeing him behind those pairs of mountains.
"I will let one of your hands go, but you have to promise not to touch me unless I say so," he intoned as his eyes lit up with a sudden idea that crossed his head. "I might not control myself if you touch me, after all."
I pressed my lips into a thin line, curious about what he was planning. Sam studied the puzzlement in my eyes and raised his brows.
"Do you promise?" he inquired and I took a few seconds before I nodded. "I\'ll punish you if you do."
\'Should I get punished?\' I wondered almost immediately but tossed that thought away when he narrowed his eyes at me.
"Lilou, you might get hurt," he warned, making me gulp a mouthful of saliva.
"I\'ll be good," I reassured softly. He stared at me for a little longer before carefully releasing my hand. I stretched my wrist in a circular motion, staring at him in silence.
"I said I\'ll be good. You don\'t have to look at me like that." I pouted, as his eyes were full of doubt. I understood and respected the level of self-control he was exercising. So, I wanted to behave... as much as possible.
"Come here," he uttered, biting my finger to my bosom. He let it go and raised his head back to me, cocking his head slightly.
"I want to see you touch yourself."
My breath instantly hitched as my eyes dilated. I blinked twice, only to see that his solemn expression remained the same. He wanted me to fondle my own breast while he watch? I pressed my lips into a thin line, hesitant to do as he wanted. But thinking about it, Sam and I were technically married for seven years now. We hadn\'t explored more in this area since our problems kept us busy.
"Alright," came out a whispering, but I instinctively raised a thumb in front of him. His brows rose at my action, but I swallowed down the nervousness in my throat and spoke.
"Lick it. I think if you do, I will feel your lips on me." There was hesitation in my voice, but I still spoke my mind. If I was going to touch myself, I\'d rather do it while feeling his heat at the same time. The side of his lips twisted into a smirk, satisfied at my suggestion.
"Very well."
Sam leaned closer and licked my thumb before sucking it. I held my breath as his tongue swirled around my thumb, making it harder to control myself. But this had only urged me to touch myself since he kept teasing me.
He didn\'t lick my thumb clean, leaving more secretion that stretched to his lips when he drew away. Goodness... I felt sinful in wanting him to just look and watch me. I wanted those eyes to only stay fixed on me.
Before I knew it, I pressed my thumb on my nipple, gasping at the touch. I smeared the liquid around it, panting as I did. I was aware I was touching myself, but I never would\'ve imagined that touching myself would feel good.
My husband watched me with eyes drooping, biting his fist. His eyes never left me while I just stared at him, imagining how those fingers felt when they explored my body, that lips and teeth that would bite and kiss me, and just how those eyes leer at me.
I should be embarrassed in the state I was, but I didn\'t — not even the slightest. If anything, I wanted to use my other hand to massage my core.
"Oh, Lilou," Sam called helplessly, pushing himself away until he stood on his knees. I didn\'t even wonder what he was up to now, as I was drunk on the pleasure I was giving myself.
"You\'re driving me insane," he whispered, reaching for the rest of my dress before ripping it off without restraint. The dress that the maids prepared delicately was now torn, that even the best seamstress couldn\'t repair. I didn\'t care about that, though. It was a hindrance.
Now, I laid in all my glory... if there was anything that was left.
Sam wiped the side of his lips with his thumb, still watching me. I could see the impatience in his eyes as he stretched his neck in distress.
"Lilou," he called, licking his thumb before sliding it on my slit. His brow arched as he batted his pair of menacing eyes at me.
"You\'ve been a good girl." Sam bent over and I instantly felt his comforting weight on me. Since we\'re both naked, I felt his erection on my thigh.
"I wanted you so badly... but you have to wait for a bit," he whispered in my ear while sliding his fingers through my slit and then massaging my clit in a circular motion. "Keep touching yourself."
I couldn\'t process his words anymore, but my body followed his instructions. Sam carefully massaged the heart of my femininity while taking my nipple in between his lips.. I instantly gasped, nearly going insane when he flicked his tongue against my teat while thrusting one of his fingers in.