Sweet Seduction Sayonara by Nicola Claire Read Free Book Online

yes.”
    “The door’s closed?”
    “Dominic!” she exclaims.
    “I can’t get away to see you, right now, sweetheart. Work is killing me. But I do have a few moments to make sure my very sexy wife is more than just happy.”
    “You do? And what did you have in mind, Mr Anscombe?”
    “Well, Mrs Anscombe,” I say, and my voice has lowered several octaves. “I thought I might tell you just what I intend to do to you tonight.”
    “The kids…” she starts.
    “Will be in bed by nine. By nine-thirty I’ll have a bath run for you. I’ll guide you into our ensuite and strip you down slowly. Marvelling at how wonderful your body is. How beautiful you look when you stand before me.”
    “Even now?” she asks archly.
    “Especially now,” I say forcefully. “I’ll kneel down before you and kiss your belly, because I have to say hello before we go on. But I won’t linger. I can’t. You’re far more important than Squeak.”
    “Squeak? Are we calling it Squeak now?”
    “Or Smudge, you pick.”
    “I think I’ll go with Squeak.”
    “So, Squeak’s happy, but his or her mother needs to be happy too. And that’s where I come in.”
    “I bet you do,” she says drily.
    I try not to laugh, it ends up being a cough. Through my smile, I say, “I’ll run my hands all over your body, paying special attention to your lower back, the curve of your arse, the crease between your thighs.”
    “Dominic,” she says in warning, and I know I’ve almost got her.
    “Do you know what I love most about your arse?” I ask, but don’t pause long enough for her to answer. “It fits the palm of my hands perfectly. Much like your breasts. I’ll squeeze your cheeks, maybe pat them a little, smooth the sting out with a soft brush of my hands, while pressing you up against my chest, making your nipples throb with the contact.”
    “Dom,” she whispers.
    “Are you touching them now, sweetheart?”
    “Maybe?” she says, uncertainly.
    My smile broadens as my cock stiffens further. I run my hand down the front of my trousers.
    “While I’m playing with your arse, I’ll pull back and kiss the side of your breast. Underneath, where you’re really sensitive. I’ll lick my way over the curve and around a nipple. I’ll tease you for a bit, while my hands spread your cheeks below and a finger runs through your crease.”
    She moans. I can picture her in her office. She’s probably shifted to the sofa in the corner and lying down. One hand on the cell phone to her ear, the other alternating between her sensitive breasts and her hot little pussy. Rubbing through her black pants. She’ll be wet.
    “Undo your trousers,” I say. “Tell me when you’ve done it.”
    “Dom,” she says.
    “Sweetheart, it’s just you and me. The door’s closed and I’m horny. I want you. I want to lick your pussy, feast on your cunt. I want to slip two fingers inside and make you moan.”
    She does moan then. It’s loud down the phone line. “Are your pants undone?” I ask, rubbing my hand over my crotch.
    “Yes,” she whispers.
    “Slip your fingers inside and tell me what you find.”
    “I’m wet,” she murmurs, almost too low for me to hear.
    “And horny,” I add.
    “So horny.” She’s always horny when she’s pregnant. Hell, she’s always horny when she’s not, but when she’s pregnant, I can usually persuade her to do naughty things at inappropriate times.
    I undo my belt buckle and pull the zip down on my trousers. I can hear her breathing heavily. My cock springs out at the sound of my wife getting off on my voice.
    “I’ll move on from your breasts, licking and kissing and nibbling over your stomach,” I say, stroking a hand up and down my aching dick. “I’ll kneel down before you, worshipping your body, and spread your folds.”
    “What then?” she whispers, it’s almost a beg.
    “I’ll have to stroke myself while I take a look at your perfection.”
    “Are you stroking yourself now?”
    “Hell yes,