MIREYA POV
He smiled, dark and knowing.
"Your wish is my command, wife."
Before I could react, he dragged his chair close and positioned it in front of the table where I sat, my back resting against the wall. Heat pooled between my thighs as he leaned closer, his hands sliding over my trembling legs, rubbing them slowly, possessively.
Then, his lips brushed against my inner thigh, soft but commanding, sending shivers through me.
"My fingers…" His voice was low, teasing, and dangerous.
Before I could even think, he thrust a finger deep into my pussy. My body jumped, a loud, shaky moan tearing from my lips.
"Ahhh… oh!" I gasped, my hands clutching at the edge of the table, unable to stop the waves of pleasure rolling through me.
