soft mouth moved along his jawline and her fingers plucked at his rigid nipples. “I glanced into that camera like it was you looking at me, wanting me, and it made me feel so hot and sexy.”
He exhaled a harsh breath that did nothing to ease the sexual tension building within him, though he was pretty sure that was Jillian’s intent. “You’re a goddamn tease,” he said, smiling at her.
“So you’ve said.” She kissed his mouth and ran her tongue along his bottom lip. “I might be a tease, but you can always count on me putting out.”
A gruff laugh escaped him. “Yeah, you’re easy that way.”
“Mmm.” She moved off his lap and knelt in front of him, then tugged on the waistband of his silk pajama pants. Knowing what she wanted, and dying for the same thing, he lifted his hips, enabling her to pull them completely off.
He sat in the dining room chair, completely naked, his erection a solid eight inches thick and straining against his stomach. Pushing his knees apart, she lowered her head, touching her lips to the inside of his thigh, then slowly, leisurely licked her way upward.
“There’s more,” she murmured huskily, her breath gusting hot and damp on his skin. “Keep looking.”
He turned another page and came across a picture of her in that dominatrix get-up she’d worn for him a few weeks ago. She looked amazing in the form-fitting red leather bustier and fuck-me stilettos, with her hair all disheveled around her bare shoulders and a flirty smile curving the corners of her mouth. But it was the leather crop she held in her hands that flooded his mind with the unforgettable images of him being tied to the bed, and how he’d witnessed a whole different side to his wife that night that he never knew existed.
Her fingers gripped his shaft, stroking his length while Jillian’s other hand fondled his taut balls as he looked at the seductive pictures of her. He felt like a teenager again, flipping through a Penthouse magazine while jacking off to photos of half-naked women. Except it was his wife who was unraveling him — licking the pre-cum from the swollen head before sucking him deep into her warm, wet mouth — and holy fuck, the culmination of both sensory reactions created one of the most erotic, mind-blowing experiences of his life.
Concentrating on anything but erupting like a volcano took extreme effort and control as she wrapped her silky tongue around his cock and slowly withdrew, adding another level of pleasure to her skillful blow job before deep-throating him once again.
A tremor ran through him, and he braced his feet on the floor and gritted his teeth to keep from exploding in her mouth, just as he reached the middle of the album. And just like an actual centerfold spread, he had to turn the book sideways and open another page, revealing a full featured pin-up of Jillian that literally stole the breath from his lungs. She was laying in the middle of their bed on her back, mostly naked and back-dropped by rumpled silky sheets the color of deep amethyst — a stunning contrast to her rich brown hair and smooth, creamy complexion.
Her hair was spread out around her head, her back was arched, and one arm was crossed over her bare breasts, barely concealing them. Her torso and stomach were bare, as were her thighs and endlessly long legs. A swath of purple silk draped across her hips, the only bit of modesty in an otherwise intoxicating photograph. Her other hand disappeared beneath that thin strip of sheet, giving the illusion that she was touching herself in a very intimate way.
The picture itself was seductive and suggestive, but it was the euphoric look on her face that riveted him. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, appearing as though she was in the throes of ecstasy as she pleasured herself. This was his wife at her most confident and uninhibited, yet vulnerable in a way that humbled him, because she’d given him something so incredibly private and erotic and