My Mother's Boyfriend

Seducing My Husband- Part 2

Maya

It took all the courage I had and then some to utter those words. When I say then I want to grab them back and shove them back down my throat but alas, I cannot.

He’s naked and me in just my underwear. Flimsy underwear that took me weeks to get used to wearing. Before my entire wardrobe changed here, I used to wear regular cotton things.

My mother had bought me ‘girly’ undergarments during the time of her separation from my father, but I threw them out, screaming at her to take me home. She had threatened my father about going to the police station if he did not allow her to see us. I had not thought about what she had against him that made him give in to the threat.

But these are not on my mind at the moment.

Alejandro turns around then to face me, his muscled back and high buttocks no longer occupying my eyes. And wow, what a beautiful sight that was. But now his wet eight-pack abs were on display. His day’s growth of beard, thick wet eyebrows, dark-brown eyes, full blush shade lips parted, exposing his perfect teeth so close to mine- things progress inside me.

His straight chin that water kept running along.

Soaked flattened hair with the wide square-shaped shower head spraying warm water on him. He wipes the water away with one hand and pushes the wet hair back. “What I want?”

I nod, pulling in my bottom lip- I hope it’s a sexy look. It’s more scared, nervous, and agitated than seduction. Maybe two percent seduction.

“I don’t want anything from you.”

Oh. My chest pains. I am perplexed. Why is he saying this but-

“My stand?”

My eyes- fcuk!

“And this is halfway up.”

Halfway...my mind whirls with what we learnt in school during s*x education. That's not six inches? I eyeballed it- siht- it’s not!

“You are a woman, naked and in my shower. I know how you taste. I like how you taste and feel. It’s obvious my body will react to you. It’s natural.” His tone is the same as it’s always been- smooth. Low. Unaffected.

Meantime, my heart is flying out my chest.

Flattered is how I feel by his little admission despite what is happening inside me. My heated cheeks are flaming. I did not touch him in any type of way. Men could really get it up without kissing? No information on books I have read or movies I had seen, detailed this part.

A memory caused this- half...my brain grew sharper. It gets bigger than this? How does it fit? My stomach hurt just envisioning it.

As if my face gave my thinking away, he answers. “Women can accommodate all sizes. You adjust.”

Why are we having such a conversation as if it was the most normal one to have? “I don’t want that in me.”

He sucks in a breath. “Would you relax? It’s not coming in you, anytime soon. But someday you will want it- not mine,” he clarifies. “And if done correctly you will love it and trust me, daily will not be enough for you.”

Inhaling deeply, I draw my head back when the piece of flesh in question, moved; like twitched and Alejandro furrowed his forehead, holding it in one hand, watching me as he stroked himself and it lengthened some more.

He grates out a slow moan. “I can control myself.” As if to prove it, he moved some of my bangs that did not quite make the hair clip grab, behind my ears.

Wow, that sure proved he had self-control there.

Clapping gleefully, I blurt out, “Well great, let's not do that but everything else.”

“You wanna ‘make out’,” he did air quotes, “Maya? I am not a boy.”

I did feel small however when the thing remained more vertical and not horizontal as I have been led to believe all this while. Did I miss a very important s*x education class?

But I want what I want, and I am not backing down. “Okay kiss me how you would kiss one of your ‘women’,” I did the air quote thing too. “How ‘grown experience women’ do it.” I place my hands on my hip, challenging the much taller man in front of me. “Mr I can ‘control myself’, teach me.”

Taking the bait, he fuses our lips together, his hands on either side of my face. My stomach in my throat, heart running out of my chest sort of kiss. His tongue moving inside my mouth even before his lips closed again. Not slow but not aggressive either. But definitely different to how he kissed me before. His mouth opened wider, and it felt better. More complete.

On my tiptoes, his member on my belly, I push up against it and he bends his knees to rub it against my skin, shocking me. People do that? I have much to learn.

He released my face and grabbed my throat- God, I am wetter down there than the shower itself. How? What? How could I like this? One hand caressed my already swelling br*ast then his other hand joins on the other.

“Don’t stop, don’t-” I hear my high-pitched cry, “-stop." My eyelids are too heavy to remain open.

His grunts and groans turn me on more and when he does break the kiss, it’s because he attacks my areolas. Sliding us onto the bathroom floor, he leans back on the wall, water around us scattering from the still turned-on tower panel shower, to sit me squarely on top of him.

Both of us gasped out from the satisfaction it brought us. Unlike before when I was on more my knees mostly while I straddled him, now I am sitting on him directly. Feeling every piece of his hardened length, with no trousers between us.

One wet tongue after the other from one n*pple to the other, sucking and pulling, making me hold onto his hair in ecstasy when his teeth join in. I had no idea these nubs could produce such pleasure.

My hips moved a bit, on their own.

Hearing sounds coming from him I had never heard before nor did I think it possible to hear them emerging from my own mouth. My fantasies about Alejandro could never compare with this.