Illicit Cravings

"Javier......" Mia's voice trailed off as Javier slammed harder inside her wet, throbbing p***y. His strong arms pinned her to the bed and he made her completely his. Heat pooled beneath her stomach—she was about to orgasm. Javier knew this but he won't give her that pleasure yet. Instead, he slowed the movement of his c**k inside her, spanking her ass roughly. "You like this, huh?" Javier's deep voice asked. "f*****g you like a slut?" "Yes.....baby," Mia drawled, her fingers teasing her c**t. "I like you f*****g me like a whore." She moved her hips around his c**k, that were never enough for her. Left for her, she wants him to go harder, f**k her without mercy, while tightening his hands around her throat. She loved it when she was f****d roughly. She loved the pains that remained between her thighs for days—it had a way of making her horny all over again. "Alright then. I gonna f**k my wife like a whore." A smirk played on his lips. With his c**k still inside her, he reached for her fingers on her p***y and took it inside his mouth, tasting her c*m. He squeezed his eyes closed, savoring the taste of her sweet cream. "f**k! You taste like cinnamon cookies, Mia." With that he pounded inside her, f****d her recklessly, roughly just like Mia wanted. "Ohhhh. Ahhhhhhhhhh." A gasp tore past her lips as Javier became more aggressive. Her body was trembling, and her p***y tightened with need. The pleasure built inside her. Rising. Overwhelming. She was going to c*m. Until— Her eyes flew open. It was a wet dream. For a moment, Mia laid still, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. Then her eyes darted across the room as she took in the familiar environment. Huge chandeliers, the opulent room and the dim light seemed like they were mocking her. Mocking how her husband f**k her so well in her dreams, yet in reality, reverse was the case. Fuck," Mia cursed under breath. It was the fifth time this week that she would have the same dream all over again. Mia Everton is a lonely housewife to Javier Everton. Mia is a beautiful 24 year old woman with an hour glass shape, and Javier was a 28 year old, handsome, broad-shouldered man. The duo were lovers from highschool and had gotten married immediately after college. Javier was a sailor, whose work was demanding. He would leave Mia alone for many months, making her s*x starved. But in her dreams, he was home. His touch was desperate, almost possessive, as if he, too had been starving for a p***y. Swallowing hard, she shifted onto her side, her fingers lingering over the empty bed space. But not much longer. A slow smile appeared on her lips as excitement bubbled inside her. Today was their third year wedding anniversary. And today, he was coming home. For her. For her p***y. And at the end of the day, it's going to be worth the wait. Although their s*x life was kind of boring, but Mia had planned on letting Javier know that they got to have real s*x and not those ones that weren't pleasing at all. She pushed herself off the bed and walked into the ensuite bathroom. She stood in front of the mirror, and noticed the blush of her skin, her swollen n*****s which was pushing against her the sheer fabric of her night gown. Shit! The dream had left her restless, and she could feel the c*m in her panties. She couldn't ignore this. She had to please herself before Javier arrives unless she might go crazy. She slipped off the strap of her night gown and let it pool beneath her. She stepped out of it and threw the fabric inside a laundry basket. Then she reached for the band of her pink pants and slide it down her thighs. The thick dent on it made her cunt jerk in anticipation. She took the panties and lifted it to her nose, and in that moment she remembered how Javier had complemented her arousal in the dream saying it tasted like 'cinnamon cookies' and sure, it did smelled like that. She smelled it for a while until the scent had registered in her brain. She also threw into the basket. She spread her legs wide and lowered herself to the floor. Her hand drifted lower, fingertips teasing her c**t, and her free head kneading her breasts, rolling the n*****s between her fingers. A breath hitched in her throat as she threw her mind back to the fantasy of Javier. She let her mind wander off. To the way she hoped he would touch her, kiss her, claim her after months of separation. "Ohhhh," a soft moan escaped her lips as her nerves were building up. She took it further and slide two fingers inside her cunt. She thrust in, then out. She kept pounding her fingers which were never enough inside her. "Hmmmmmmmmmm." She kept moaning some jargons which echoed in the steamy bathroom, her body tensing, and then her cream finally slipped out. Her legs were trembling so much from the bliss that she fell on the floor, breathless. Mia's hand were still inside her p***y as she sat on the cold bathroom floor and she tried steadying her breath. After a while, she slipped out her fingers, took it inside her mouth and tasted herself. She licked her fingers clean, not letting any of the delicious cream go to waste. Then she stepped into the shower and allowed the warm water wash away her impatience, but not the lingering need that is still inside her. A slow, satisfied smile spread across her lips. Tonight, she would make everything perfect. Tonight, she would be waiting for him. Tonight s*x would be different from the ones they've always had. ______ 6pm Excitement grow in Mia's chest by each passing second as she went over her list again; The cake has been delivered. The champagne and two glasses was on the nightstand. The room was decorated in a romantic atmosphere—scented candles and roses littered on the floor. Even the maid was given the day off—she wanted the house empty— just the two of them. No distractions whatsoever. She was dressed in a silk red lace lingerie that clung to her curves. Her pants and bra were fully on display, teasing and inviting him to take the underwears off himself. She sprayed her perfume, the scent was warm and sensual, the kind he always loved on her. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, and she was absolutely irresistible. Everything was perfect. She sat on the couch and awaited her husband. Minutes passed. Then an hour. But he wasn't here. She was unbothered. Delays are normal and good c**k, sorry good things are worth waiting for. Then a little past seven, the doorbell rang. She sprang up to her feet, and hurried towards the door, already imagining how she would make sure he kiss her from the living room through the stairs and finally to the room where their sweet adventures would take place. Her pulse raced as she reached for the door knob. But when she pulled the door open, the air in her throat disappeared. It wasn't her husband. It was his brother. Jayden. He stood tall with a gift bag in his hand. Her smile faded as the tension of the moment pressed down on the both of them. Jayden's piercing, attractive green eyes rested on his brother's almost naked wife. His c**k jerk beneath his trousers as he opened his mouth to talk but nothing came out. Jayden clenched his fists, wanting to look away. She was his brother's wife for goddess sake. She was family. But he couldn't. The naked woman with a hourglass shape is irresistible. Mia realized that she was naked before him, but she was too shocked to say or do anything. Anger, pain, humiliation burned through her as she somehow knew the reason why he was here instead of Javier. Before any of them could say a word, her phone beeped with a notification. The silence stretched for a while before she lifted the phone in her weak hand and read the message. It was from Javier. "I'm sorry, Mia. I won't be able to make it. But Jayden would be in the house soon. Have dinner with him at your favourite restaurant and do whatever makes you happy. I promise to make it up to you later. I love you. Happy anniversary, wifey."