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her face against his arm,
closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
    It was too soon. She wanted to wait. Waiting
made the pleasure of his coming so much more exciting. She inhaled
the scent of his arousal before letting go of his cock.
    He protested when she put her hands on his
waist. "What now?"
    She grinned. "Torturing you, baby, is half
the fun."
    "Oh, great. Pleasure and pain." He looked
down at his swollen cock. "How much more do you think I can
take?"
    "A whole lot more than I've given you so
far." She put her hand over his heart and waited for the pounding
to slow to a steady beat. In a few minutes she would begin
torturing him once more.
    It was his fault he had such an interesting
body. Over the two years they had been married and the three years
of pre-marital bliss, Lainie had gotten to know every inch of his
body. She could almost tell when he lost a chest hair. He was so
much a part of her, and yet she couldn't get enough of touching,
tasting and loving every inch of him.
    If only she could explain how much she longed
for a penis of her own. She wanted to experience the pulsing,
throbbing, swelling tightness in her own groin.
    It was hell wanting something she would never
have.
    Lainie mentally shrugged her shoulders and
began touching Mike’s cock with soft, delicate strokes.
    Mike’s breathing picked up with each stroke
of her fingers.
    A drop of pre-come formed on his cock and
Lainie slicked the moisture over his knob. Silky smooth, hot and
wet. Oh, yeah, he was ready.
    “Comb your hair, Mike. I’ll sit here with you
and watch.” She felt positively wicked as she stepped away from
him. She should have finished what she started, but it was good for
him to suffer a little. Not that she’d make him wait long. Standing
on her tiptoes, Lainie planted a soft kiss on his jaw.
    “Yum…you smell delicious,” she whispered.
     
    * * * *
     
    Mike’s hands were shaking so hard he wasn't
so sure he could hold a comb. Time was flying and he still had to
get dressed. "Lainie, shouldn't you be getting ready to go?"
    He'd been trying to get his brain organized.
There were projects at work he should be focused on, instead he was
thinking with his cock.
    Lainie had been quiet long enough for him to
think she might have left the room. He was afraid to lift his head
and look in the mirror. Sure enough, a moment later two small hands
crept around his body and grasped his cock. Then two hard nipples
pressed against his back.
    He knew better than to let his guard down
when she was in the room.
    Her hands moved up and down his shaft
smoothly. The little devil had put KY on her hands to make it
easier to milk him.
    “Whoa, honey. We don't have time for this."
Mike slipped out of her grasp and carefully cupped her slender
shoulders in his hands. She was so small and delicate, he always
was careful not to injure or bruise her.
    Delicate she might be on the outside, but
inside she was a little toughie. Being raised with a couple of
rough and tumble brothers had taught her to stand up for herself,
even if it meant fighting dirty. He'd seen her in action a time or
two with her brothers and knew she would always come out a
winner.
    Lainie pretty lips formed a cute pout and
made a grab for his cock.
    “No way. You better get your pretty little
ass in gear. We can pick this up after dinner. I promise." He
turned her toward the door and patted her on her sweet, high butt.
“Now, go get dressed.”
    She protested but left him putting an extra
swing into her walk.
    Mike was combing his hair when moments later
she was back.
    Holy shit!
    Dressed in a pair of thigh-high black nylons,
the diamond pendant necklace he’d given her for their wedding and a
pair of ultra high, terribly sexy purple stiletto heels, she was a
vision of sexual delight. There wasn't one woman in a Victoria's
Secret catalogue who could hold a candle to Lainie.
    Mike grinned. “So, I see you’re ready for
work.”
    Lainie nodded and returned his