Being a Wife

Then I found FuShao sat on the edge of the bed but got up when I entered. His shaft jutted out. I gave him a teasing smile as he curled his fingers over my hipbones.

"Gotten hard again?"

He growled.

"Wife. I'm always hard for you. One day my balls are going to explode if you keep me waiting more."

I could hear movement somewhere in the penthouse, then a curse.

She must have been awake.

"I should go to her now."

"Oh no, you won't," He rasped.

Fu Shao kissed me possessively and I stood on my tiptoes to make it easier for him.

One kiss couldn't hurt, but the way he was grinding himself against me I knew he wanted more than a kiss. He turned me around and pulled me flush against his chest so his shaft pressed into my back.

I gasped.

We were facing the floor length mirror across from the bed.

He then gripped the towel and pulled it down, leaving me naked.

He kissed my throat, eyes on me through the mirror. His strong hands travelled up my sides and cupped my breasts. He captured my nipples between his forefinger and thumb, and twirled them.

My lips parted and a soft moan escaped.

I could hear Qina is coming up the stairs toward our floor. Oh god.

He pinched my breast, then tugged.

So I closed my eyes at the delicious sensation that swept through me. He peppered my throat and collarbone with kisses and licks while his hand slid down the valley between my breasts, over my stomach and between my thighs.

Qina has stopped outside of our bedroom.

But Fu Shao flicked his thumb over my spot and I bit down on my lip to stop myself from moaning.

"Big sister? Are you awake?"

"Your sister is a very nuisance," He muttered in my ear, then licked the skin below before sucking it.

His index finger slid between my folds, then entered me.

I exhaled.

"But you're so fucking wet, peachy."

A new wave of wetness pooled between my legs.

"I got you," He growled into my ear.

His eyes bored into me in the mirror and I couldn't look away. His finger slipped in and out of me, spreading my wetness all over my folds. I couldn't believe he was making me watch him fingering me. I couldn't believe how much it turned me on. His fingers pinched my nipple again, harder this time and I could feel it all the way in my spot .

So I whimpered.

"Big sister?" Qina hammered against the door.

God, she wouldn't stop. I tried to pull away.

This was wrong. I couldn't do this with my sister outside of the door.

Fu Shao smirked, his grip on me tightening. His second hand moved down and rubbed my spot while his other kept slipping in and out of me.

Damn!

I was at the edge of out of control. His lips crashed down on mine, swallowing my moans as pleasure washed over me.

My legs tightening and I push myself against his hands as I came hard. And he didn't stop moving his hands, even as I tried to step away.

Instead he pushed against my shoulders until I leaned forward, my hands coming up to support me against the mirror.

My eyes grew wide when he knelt behind me, palming my butt and then spreading me. And then his tongue was there, sliding over my folds. He licked the entire length of me.

Soon I tensed when his tip slid along my back entrance and he quickly returned his mouth to my spot.

Completely, I lost all sense of myself, even as I heard Qina insistent knocking and her occasional calls.

All that mattered was his tongue as it drove me higher and higher. This had to be wrong, but it felt too good.

So I bit the inside of my cheek and as pain and pleasure mingled my second orgasm crashed over me.

My legs gave way and I fell to my knees beside him, panting and gasping, and hoping my sister couldn't hear it.

I glared at Fu Shao, but he smirked, hunger on his face. He stood, and his shaft twitched. I watched as he began stroking himself in front of my face.

Now knew what he wanted. I parted my lips and he slid his tip in.

The saltiness of his pre-cum spread on my tongue. I couldn't believe I was blowing Fu Shao with my sister close by, but the wrongness of it turned me on even more.

What was wrong with me?

He caressed my cheek as his other hand cupped the back of my head. His eyes never left me as he slowly slid in and out of my mouth.

So I wasn't sure why I liked it, but I did.

"You're so beautiful, wife," he murmured, pushing a bit deeper into my mouth.

And I swirled my tongue around his tip and he exhaled sharply, so I did it again.

Qina step receded down the stairs but I kept sucking him, slow and sensually.

His hand guided me, a light pressure against my head. So I sucked him faster, increasing the pressure of my lips.

"Cup my balls."

Yes, I did. I loved how soft they felt in my palm. He then moved his hips faster.

"Baby. I want to come in your mouth, wife," he said harshly.

And I wasn't sure if that was something I'd like, but if he didn't mind tasting me down there, so I should at least give it a try.

And I nodded and sucked him deeper into my mouth.

He growled, his hips bucking After a few more thrusts, he came in my mouth. So I swallowed and it tasted super strange but it was more okay than I'd thought it would be but it wasn't exactly that bad.

He still stroked my cheek as he softened in my mouth. He pulled back, his shaft sliding out from between my lips. Then I swallowed again.