"What?" She laughs, seeing him watching her so intently.
"Come here."
She walks towards him obediently, heels clicking against the wooden floor and he takes her hand to leave a kiss on the back of it, the gesture enough to leave her weak on the knees.
"You're so beautiful."
Warmth spreads all over her body until it stops at her cheeks, and Y/N strokes his face until she reaches his hair, burying her fingers in the dark locks.
"You're so good, you cook fo' me, clean all my dirty clothes..." He says, looking into her eyes as he takes her by the waist, slowly pulling her closer to him. "Could you do me another favour, my dear?"
And without a second's hesitation, she nods, not taking her gaze from his dark, green eyes.
"Let me fuck you in this dress."
The words take her breath away, and she seems to forget to speak. She has always been weak to his dirty words. Jack looks at her, waiting for her consent.
"Use your words, Y/N." He says, sliding his right hand under the dress, cupping her ass and squeezing it, drawing a sigh from her.
"Yes." She says, and her husband stands up, taking her by the waist to sit her on the dark wooden table.
She can feel all her senses sharpen and her core begin to throb even though Jack hasn't touched her. He kneels and begins to pull up the fabric of the dress, which wraps around her hips.
He starts leaving kisses, moving up to her thighs and down to the heat between her legs. He inhales, growling quietly at the scent and leaves a kiss on her covered clit, making her shudder.
"Smells so good, tastes even better." He murmurs, and squeezes her thigh signaling her to raise her hips to remove her panties.
Y/N does as he asks, connecting her eyes with his feeling embarrassed at how wet she is even though they're just getting started. But she can't help it, not when her husband is so fucking– so perfect.
He drops her panties and puts his hands on her knees, spreading her legs and licking his lips at the sight. Arousal sticks to her lips and he can even see her clit quiver under his gaze, he feels his member throbbing in his dress trousers.
The sight makes her dizzy, he's still perfectly dressed in that suit, the only thing different is his tousled hair and undone tie. He's beautiful, hot, and Y/N wants to rip the suit from his body even though she's the one who has to pick it up from the floor later.
Jack breathes on her center, the warm wind crashing against her making her moan, and finally he pulls his tongue out from between his lips to give a long, cavity-wide lick.
The grutural moan coming from his wife's throat keeps him going, grunting at the sweet taste in his mouth, it's exquisite, better than the stew he'd just eaten, this was the best dessert.
She's lying on the table, the same table where minutes ago they were eating dinner and chatting like it was nothing. It felt taboo, making her more turned on. With one hand, she squeezes the wood, while with the other she tugs at Jack's brown hair, who groans contentedly at the pain.
"Jack." She gasps as he hums against her clit, sending vibrations all the way to her fingertips. "God."
His face moves from side to side, drenching himself with her juices and feeling his cock drip into the fabric of his briefs. He needs to get inside her, right now.
He leaves bites on the inside of her thighs and thrusts his tongue inside her, simulating lunges while his thumb stimulates her clit. It's too much, and she moans needy, arching her back.
The Perfect Wife
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