Claire jumped and could've squealed as she felt the sting of Doug's fingers across the inside of her thigh. She was shaking and gushing even more. She looked down as he looked up.
"I told you to be quiet," he told her levelly, idly caressing her stinging thigh.
She nodded, her hips squirming beneath his touch. She dropped her head back to the table, whimpering and desperate. Doug knew exactly how to play her, knew exactly what she wanted. It was exhilarating for Claire, but her entire body craved his touch.
Doug loved to tease her; he knew how frustrated she was. He knew she deserved a little release. Promptly, he seized her swollen labia between his thumb and finger, pinching them together. Claire's legs straightened out and she froze immediately. Her breath caught and she waited. Her juices were squeezed between her lips, a trickle running down between Doug's fingers. The chance was too tempting.
Doug ducked his head into Claire's skirt and took a long, deep lick along her slit. Claire quivered at the contact, breathing deeply once again. Her body relaxed around him before her legs clamped around Doug's head. He licked her again, deeper this time, and felt her shudder beneath his touch. Above him, Claire's hands took to her breasts, mauling and groping at her body. Her blouse lay open around her and her breasts were pulled free of her bra, now clutched firmly in her hands. She squeezed them hard in her palms.
Doug peeled her lips apart, spreading her sex for him. He nibbled at her them, licking along her length and teasing around her hot, quivering tunnel with the tip of his tongue. He could hear the frustrated, agonised and pleasured moans of his wife above him. His cock raged and ached, almost as desperately as Claire's pussy, to see the effect he had on his wife's body.
His tongue circled her clit and fresh noises of gasping, bated breath emanated from her. His lips brushed her nub and Claire's entire body shuddered. A muffled plea escaped her lips before she could grasp it. She tensed up around him in anticipation, knowing she would be punished. He sneered, not wanting to disappoint.
Sparks flashed behind Claire's eyes as she felt the heavy smack of Doug's fingers across her sex. She groaned, her body quivering a little, and silently prayed to God for her release. She squealed uncontrollably as her wish was granted.
Doug's mouth had sealed around his wife's clit. He sucked her in, hard and deep, and lapped at her quickly. Her legs locked around him again and he moaned, vibrating her clit and setting Claire's body bucking and rolling. His fingers replaced his tongue at her clit as he pushed his tongue inside her trembling tunnel.
Claire barely kept her squeals muffled as Doug ate her right there at the kitchen table. Again he moaned, deeply, into his wife's core and she flooded his mouth with her sweetness. He loved to taste her and the flavours coating his lips and tongue forced a growl from his depths that shot through Claire's body and turned her nipples hard. She pinched and rolled her hard points with a serious effort to keep quiet.
The air was pushed from her lungs as Doug's tongue found her clit again; he licked at her relentlessly. Two of his fingers eased their way into Claire's pussy and she immediately started to fuck them. Her breath was shuddering and ragged as Doug finger-fucked her harder and harder. The couple stared deep into the other's eyes.
Claire watched Doug's tongue dancing over her pussy while he watched her mauling her breasts above him. His eyes held the same firmness as his voice, a look Claire knew well, willing her on. His mouth left her body for only a brief second to give her orders.
"Smack," Doug told her. "And don't you dare cum."
His eyebrows rose, urging her on, as he sucked again at Claire's clit. She knew what he meant and the single word set her eyes rolling into the back of her head. She pinched her nipples hard one last time, rolling them in her fingers, before she made eye contact with her husband again. They shared a look they both knew well. Claire released her breasts and opened both of her hands. Doug watched his wife's face turn to shock and then to ecstasy as her hands crashed down over her nipples.
Doug raked his teeth over Claire's clit the second she landed her blow. Claire shrieked, unashamedly, and took a long, gurgling breath while his tongue flicked at her stiff bean. His fingers curled back inside her, stroking her walls. His free hand punished her with a small crack across her thigh.
He then stood up, pushing back his chair. His fingers remained buried inside her, now fucking her harder as he climbed up the table. Claire looked up with a slight panic as her husband came face-to-face with her. His breath fell over her and Claire struggled to maintain eye contact as her body neared the edge of her climax.
"I'm gonna have to keep you quiet myself, aren't I?" Doug asked her, walking his fingers along Claire's chest.
She didn't respond before Doug's fingers wrapped around her throat. He squeezed and kissed her deeply, his tongue feeling the silky material of the knickers she still held in her mouth. He broke the kiss and stared into her eyes with a devilish grin she knew all too well.
"Do you want to cum for me, my little pet?" he asked her, sneering.
Claire nodded and closed her eyes, desperately holding off the impending orgasm that was tearing at her body. She knew not to cum before she was told.
"Beg."
Claire whimpered. It was a word she knew well and a word that always set a fire in her. Past the pounding in her ears, she could hear the wet sounds of Doug's fingers as he ruthlessly thrust inside her.
She opened her mouth to speak as Doug's fingers tightened around her neck. Her lips moved, but no sound escaped her, as desperately as she tried to talk past the hand on her throat and the wad in her mouth. Her eyes pleaded with her husband's steely gaze.
"If you don't beg, you don't cum."
Claire moaned again, but still she made no noise. Her back arched with the effort as she tried to shout out her pleas. A small, muffled whimper left her lips.
"Please let me cum!"
Doug lowered his ear to Claire's lips, feigning deafness.
"I didn't hear you, my sweet," he told her; Claire could hear the mirth in his voice. "Say again, a bit louder."
Claire could've screamed with the effort of holding back her body's demands to cum. She forced the air out of her lungs, determined to earn her climax at last.
"Please! I want to cum for you! Please!" she begged.
A smile spread over Doug's lips and he lowered his mouth to Claire's ear. Every second she waited was pure torture and the breath on her face felt like fire itself.
"Cum."
Claire's body, gratified at last, lifted almost completely from the table. Doug's grip on her neck eased for a second to allow a long, deep breath into Claire's starved lungs. He clamped down on her again, still mercilessly fucking her hard while she came over his fingers and his hand. Claire's body shook and convulsed as her body rippled in waves, bucking and rolling on the table. Doug's grip kept her pinned in place as she thrashed and silently screamed through the waves of total, blinding bliss.
Claire's body settled down at last and Doug finally released her neck. A deep, satisfying breath filled Claire's lungs as she panted for her missing air. Her body still pulsed and convulsed from the aftermath of her climax and the fingers that still slowly stroked her insides. Doug's lips brushed her breasts as they heaved with her ragged breathing.
Claire looked to her husband through blurred, teary eyes. She watched him softly suck her nipple into his mouth and she sacrificed another breath of air to moan her appreciation. Her points tingled, as though electrocuted, and her sex burned.
Doug finally pulled his fingers from her slit and released the dam of cum. Claire felt her juices trickling down her arse and the backs of her legs, puddling on the table; Doug felt it trickle down his hand and his forearm. The two watched each other as Doug licked himself clean, from his wrist to the tips of his fingers. He gave an exaggerated moan at the taste of his wife's sweet juices.
Claire's head dropped to the table and a grin spread over her face as she relaxed happily. She jumped to feel Doug's tongue, hot against her sensitive lips, probing at her. Claire's hips wiggled appreciatively and she giggled as Doug tickled her with his soft touch. She squealed suddenly as Doug lightly smacked his fingers across her engorged and throbbing labia.
His lips pressed to hers and he kissed her deeply, stroking her sex gently once more. Claire forgave him immediately, melting into the kiss and letting her hands stroke through his hair. She was recovering quickly and the heat of Doug's kiss was setting her off again. She felt the throb in her sex begin to change and her nipples re-hardened under the tweaking touch of her husband's left hand.
Their lips finally peeled away from each other and Doug pulled away, clutching her wet and ruined knickers in his teeth with a cheeky grin. He winked, dropping them aside and kissing her again, quickly.
"Did you enjoy that, my pet?" he asked her between small kisses over her lips.
Claire murmured, smiling. She wiggled her hips and rubbed her sex over his hand once more. Doug laughed out loud to see her recover so quickly. A triumphant grin was about to seize Claire as, instead, Doug seized her by her ponytail.
He pulled Claire upright and turned her around, pressing her face down to the wooden surface she'd just been thrashing on. Her nose stopped an inch from the puddle of cum she'd left on the table; she could smell it. Claire salivated.
Doug's face appeared next to hers, gripping her hair tight.
"Look at the mess you've made," he told her, clutching her hair tighter still. "Lick it up."