DREW

Just as Estelle promised, the limo driver is outside waiting for us, holding the car door open. “Congratulations, folks. I’m Rupert and I’ll be your driver for the next hour. Where would you like to go?”

Charlee slides onto the bench seat as I shake Rupert’s hand. “Thanks, man. Can we just drive around for a bit? We’re staying at the MGM so if you could head there when our time is up, that’d be great.”

“Sure thing,” he says before closing the door.

Thank fuck the partition is up because Charlee straddles me the second the door closes.

“Whoa there!” I laugh. “Excited much?”

She grinds into my lap and moans when she feels how badly my dick is dying to tear through my zipper. “Don’t pretend that I’m the only one, dear husband.”

Damn, who knew that last word could be so hot? I didn’t think it was possible, but little Drew is even harder now.

So do something about it already! he says. 

Working on it, dude, I reply.

I slam my mouth against Charlee’s, urging hers to open. She parts her lips with zero hesitation whatsoever and kisses me back with matched enthusiasm. My hands slide under her dress and grip the firm globes of her ass as she rides me through our clothes. Goddamn, this woman is no stranger to squats. Charlee has long lean muscles throughout her body, but she was blessed with a little extra junk in the trunk. I’ve always been an equal opportunity kind of guy when it comes to T and A, but this ass could easily tip the scales.

I can feel how wet her pussy is through my jeans and it takes every ounce of willpower that I possess not to unzip and slide her panties to the side. But I’m determined to keep my dick in my pants, because the first time I have sex with my wife will not be in the back of a fucking car.

Foreplay is totally fair game though, my dick offers.

Good point.

Charlee yelps when I band my arms behind her back and swiftly rotate our bodies until she’s lying against the seat. The motion doesn’t mix well with the alcohol I’ve consumed, so I hover over her for a few seconds while the dizziness fades. When my equilibrium gives me the all-clear, I bunch her dress up, and just take a moment to appreciate her tiny red, soaking wet, lace panties.

Charlee gasps and arches her back as I slide my finger right down the middle. “Drew, what are you doing?”

My fingers tease the straps of her thong before sliding them down her shapely legs. “I’m going to eat my wife’s pussy. Do you have any objections to that?”

She shakes her head rapidly. “Hell no.”

I grin as I tuck her panties into my back pocket and guide her legs over my shoulders. “Glad to hear that, honey.”

Fuck, she’s so beautiful spread out for me like this. Her thick dark hair is fanned out against the black leather, her lips are swollen, and her pussy is glistening with want. I would’ve pegged Charlee as a landing strip kind of girl, but apparently, she prefers Brazilian. I couldn’t care less either way but I’m a little disappointed in myself because I’m usually spot-on with these kinds of things.

All the better to see that hot as hell piercing, my dick declares.

Speaking of her piercing, the glint from the little silver barbell between her thighs draws my attention to it. I memorize the shape of it with the tip of my finger, rolling the ball back and forth over her clit. Within seconds, a flush spreads across her skin and Charlee is a squirming, panting mess. God, I love this thing.

“Drew, please,” she begs. “Put your mouth on me.”

I waste no time heeding my bride’s request. I flatten my tongue and give her one long lick from ass to clit.

Charlee’s back bows. “Oh, fuck!”

My hands wrap around her hips, holding her steady as I lick her up and down and side to side. I fuck her with my tongue as the pad of my thumb presses into her piercing. Charlee screams when I work a finger inside her, pumping in and out a few times before adding another and curling them. I gorge on the feast she’s providing like I’ve been starved, which I suppose I have, because no pussy compares to this one. No joke, I could do nothing but eat Charlee’s beautiful cunt for the rest of my life and I’d die a happy man.

“Oh, God, Drew! Right there. Don’t stop. Oh, God...don’t you dare fucking stop!”

I back off right as her legs begin to tense.

Charlee releases the most adorable little growl and comes up on her elbows. “You asswipe! Why the fuck would you do the exact opposite of what I just said?”

I breathe in her musky scent as I place gentle kisses on her inner thighs. “Now honey, is that any way to speak to your husband?”

She grips my hair with both hands and tries shoving me back down. “It is if said husband is withholding orgasms!”

“Aw, baby, I promise it will be worth it in the end.”

Ignoring her death glare, I get back to work on her pretty pussy. I point my tongue and begin slowly spelling my name over her slick flesh. Never too fast, and never too much pressure, because I want to this to last as long as possible. I avoid her piercing entirely because as awesome as it is, I’m pretty sure touching it even slightly right now would tip her over the edge. Charlee whimpers in frustration and calls me some pretty colorful names every time I build her up then back off.

When her fingers release my hair and go straight for her clit, I band both of her wrists with my free hand and hold them against her stomach. It’s cute that she thinks she can take control and when I tell her as much, she reverts back to the name calling. Normally, a woman touching herself would be one of the hottest things she could do in bed—remember that, ladies—but there’s a time and a place for it. I’m running this show at the moment and it will be over when I say it’s over. Call me an asshole if you want, but I promise you, Charlee will be thanking me in the end. You’ll see for yourself soon enough.

Dudes, take note: delaying the O is a risky game—especially when you have a wildcat in the sack, as Charlee apparently is—but it’s worth it if you do it right. Conversely, if you fuck it up... well, you’re likely to wind up with a serious case of blue balls or even worse, a kick to the balls. So in the interest of happy nads, I’m going to do you a solid and give you some tips.

First, you have to read your woman’s cues. If she’s not very vocal, pay close attention to her lower body muscles. If her legs begin to shake, or her thighs start turning into a vice, back off immediately. But when you do pull away, make sure your mouth is still touching her in the general area. Fuck her with your tongue, rim her ass, bite her thighs—it doesn’t really matter what you choose as long as you aren’t putting any pressure on her clit or G-spot. If you have no idea where either of those things are, for the love of God man, figure that part out first.

Secondly, wait about a minute before directing your aim at the bullseye again. No more, no less. You need to give her enough time to come down from the near-O, but you don’t want to ruin the mood by waiting too long. And if you approach too soon, she could instantly peak but it would be one of those half-assed orgasms that make you want to cry because they’re so confusing.

Allow me to put that in perspective: let’s say you’re taking a lady to Pound Town. Assuming you’ve already taken care of her multiple times, now it’s your turn. You pick up speed quickly, your swimmers are making their climb up the mouth of the volcano, then right as you’re approaching the summit, your dick accidentally slips out of her warm, wet grip. There’s no way you can stop the inevitable so you’re sitting there like a chump, whimpering as jizz leaks out of your cock. Any guy knows that you need a few more strokes after you first blow your load to get the full effect. Without them, it’s all for naught; the reward is substandard at best. Now do you get the point? Why would you want to put your woman through that kind of disappointment? Spoiler alert: you don’t.

Last, but certainly not least, use every tool that you have at your disposal. Your tongue doesn’t need to pull all the weight and you wouldn’t want it to, if delayed gratification is your game. Fingerbanging is a pretty obvious solution, but it’s not the only one. Think outside the box.

See what I did there?

If you need some ideas, watch lady porn. You know, the kind where the focus is on the man pleasing a woman. Stay away from hard-core because we all know those are mostly about blow jobs and DP and facials. While hot, that’s not what we’re going for here. I made that mistake once in my late teens and never again, my friend. Never again.

Personally, I prefer things like using the scruff on my chin to brush against the nerves around her puckered hole. The bridge of my nose is perfect for teasing right beneath her clit while my tongue is licking her lower half. I’ll nibble her with my teeth—a personal fave—apply some suction, roll her nipples with my fingers while I’m blowing on her lower lips—whatever I’ve got handy, I’ll use. Feel free to steal my ideas; your lady will thank you.

You’re probably saying to yourself, “But Drew, how am I supposed to do all those things at once?” I feel for you, buddy; I really do. But if you have any hope of keeping a woman around, you need to learn the art of multitasking. Let’s be real; guys and multitasking go together about as well as peanut butter and pickles. But the better you are at it while muff-diving, the higher she’ll climb and the more addicted she’ll be.

Speaking of multi-tasking...

I add a third finger and smile as a litany of curses fly out of Charlee’s mouth.

“I swear to God, Drew,” she growls. “If you don’t make me come, right the fuck now, I will murder you.”

Yep, time to seal the deal. You know she’s ready once the threat of bodily harm comes into play.

I blow on her clit. “Hold on tight, honey.”

Diving straight for her pussy pearl, I swirl my tongue around with some assistance from the metal jewelry. Charlee’s heels are digging into my shoulders, her back is arching so high off the seat only her head is still resting on it. I keep at it until her entire body is vibrating with the need to come. Right when she’s about to reach the point of no return, I add the pìece de resìstance. I lube the tip of my index finger with her juices and rim her ass, putting just enough pressure to activate the pleasure center, but not breach the barrier. You never, ever, want to attempt backdoor access without explicit permission, but I get the feeling that Charlee wouldn’t mind some light ass play. My theory is confirmed as she enthusiastically pushes into my finger, causing it to slip inside a little. I give a slight twist and lo and behold, that’s all she needs for detonation. My beautiful wife screams my name over and over until her voice is hoarse. When she finally goes limp, I carefully set her back on the seat, and smile against her salty skin as I trail kisses over her calf muscles.

Charlee flings her arm to the side. “My God.”

“Yes, my child,” I joke.

She smirks. “You’re pretty good at that, Drew.”

I gently bite the sensitive skin behind her knee. “‘Pretty good’? That’s the best you could come up with?”

I’m forced to release her leg when she sits up and lunges for the button on my jeans. “I’d rather show you how much I appreciated that.”

Yes! Finally! my dick shouts.

Not so fast, I say.

Dick! he whines. 

Pot, meet kettle.

I manacle her wrists again. “Honey, as much as I love where you’re going with this, I wasn’t done.”

Charlee struggles against my hold and pouts. “Drew, give me your damn dick!”

I laugh and lean forward until she’s forced to lie back. Hovering over her, I say, “We have plenty of time for that later.” I pull my phone out of my pocket and check the time. “We still have another forty minutes and I intend to use every one of them to devour you.”

Her eyes flash with heat as the fight leaves her body. “I’m really sensitive. You’d have to be gentle.”

I scoot down her body. “I can do gentle, baby.”

And that’s exactly what I do until we’re pulling in front of our hotel.