Chapter 307 - Esther's Gift. [R-18]

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Esther, Reggie, and Cyrus had dinner together before going back to their rooms. Esther tucked Reggie in his bed, kissed his forehead, and left his room.

Seeing Cyrus was still working, she went inside the room. She filled the room with lavender-scented candles. Earlier she noticed him being in a big dilemma or a concern. Maybe this would be his relief. Checking the time, she noticed it's only 10. P.M. She knew that he would return to their room in a few more minutes. But she wanted to tease him a bit.

She walked inside the closet and picked one of the white shirts from Cyrus's clothes. She picked her white bra and a white pantie from her shopping bags before coming out. Picking her phone from her bedside, she sent a message to him. When she saw the tick mark, she smirked. Keeping the phone back in its place… she walked inside the bathroom. She hung the clothes on the hanger and started stripping herself till she became naked. Turning on the faucet, she let the hot water hit her pale skin.

Cyrus, who was working in his study, felt his phone vibrate beside his laptop. Picking it he looked at the message. It's from his wife.

Generally, when they were at home, she would come to him and tell him what she wanted or would send a maid to call him or she would send Reggie if he was awake.

What's with the message today? Feeling anxious, he opened the text and started reading it. It only made him want to run to her.

[Hi Hubby,

Have you ever heard this poem?

"She was heaven and she was hell

And when she was finished,

he would lay in bed, breathless,

waiting to get the feeling back in his legs,"

If you haven't heard this poem. Get to our room. I will let you experience the poem.

Love

Wifey (Maybe hot wifey for tonight)] 

What the holy molly freaking god!?

He forgot about tonight. And here she was seducing him with a single text.

[I will come right away.] he replied. But no reply came. Different scenarios of her wearing something for him flashed in his mind. Dammit! She was seducing him with hook and crook. He can't resist the temptation.

Quickly closing all the work he had, he literally went to their bedroom, leaving his study in a mess for the first time in his whole five hundred plus years of life. Indeed, this woman was both heaven and hell for him.

Entering the room, his nostrils were hit by the aroma of lavender. He knew… this night was going to be more beautiful than he ever imagined. The only light from the candle glowed in the room making him remember the images of their previous intimate times.

Oh! God! Just let me have her to my heart's content! He prayed to god in his mind.

This was just so amazing! But nowhere she was found. He searched the room, closet but she was nowhere to be seen. He knew it meant she was in the shower.

He wanted to join her in the shower. But it looks like he never showered with her before. Maybe this was the best opportunity for him to shower with his wife. With a smirk, he went to his closet to pick a towel. When he returned to the room, he saw his wife already. He threw away the towel and slowly started walking towards her as he observed her from head to toe. She looked gorgeous. Wait! She was wearing his shirt only. And he could see his shirt stuck to her ass and showing her shape. As the shirt was a bit wet, it looked almost transparent. He wondered how it would be in front of her. He could see her drying her wet hair.

Esther took a short hot shower. She wanted to wear her new bra and panties, but on second thought she decided against it. Esther wore his white shirt. She buttoned all his buttons but she left the first three buttons on the top, giving a good look at her cleavage. His shirt was too long for her. She picked the smallest shirt from his closet. But still, it reached her mid-thighs.

Wrapping her hair in the huge towel she came out. When she saw he wasn't there, she sighed? She decided to dry her hair. Removing the towel from her just wrapped hair, she let it fall on her back, which made her shit wet a bit. She could feel the shirt sticking to her butt. But she can't do anything now. As she already wore this. And even if she wanted to change her shirt, Cyrus may enter the room anytime soon.

Turning on the hairdryer, she started drying. All of a sudden, she heard the closet door was being opened, she knew who the person was. She badly wanted to turn around and show herself to him, but she restrained herself from it.

She was giving herself as a gift, so he should explore it, it is not the other way around. With a smirk, she continued to dry her hair.

Cyrus could see the movements of his wife from the back. He noticed her every small movement. Whenever she moved a little his shirt would rise to make Adam's apple roll with her seduction.

Her flawless skin glowed like a midnight sun under the lavender candles. Aww… damn! How he wished to run his tongue and fingers on every inch of her skin. Her slow yet fluid movements made by her hands, made him want to pin her hands above her head and ram inside her with his dick.

The thoughts of her screaming his name, her soft gasps, her sudden exclamations, Woah… just these thoughts were enough for his dick to turn harder.

Walking towards her… he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him.

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Esther shivered at his touch. She expected him to yank her and kiss her senselessly and throw her on the bed, to calm his throbbing dick. But… he was being slow. Too slow… that she couldn't take it anymore. But she decided to stay silent and let him do the work for her.

"I need to dry my hair," her voice came.

"I will do it for you," he said.

"Shall I turn on the lights for you?" she asked in a smooth voice. Her voice was smoother than usual. Ahhh!! Should he just ping her to the dressing table and fuck her senselessly? But… he decided against it. He just wanted to cherish this night. Every second. Ahhh…. Suddenly he realized the night is still young.

Making her sit on the chair, he took the dryer from her hands, his rough finger brushed her fingers, making her shiver in her seat. He started drying her hair meticulously. His hot fingers would brush the skin on her neck and the edges of her collar bones once in a while making her shudder at his contact. Jolts of electricity passed through her body. She made all the arrangements to tease him before she gave herself to him.

But why was she the one who was getting teased senselessly. Before she could complain about something in her brain, his finger brushed the spot where her neck and shoulder joints were. That's the most sensitive part of Esther.

"Mmmhhh," a moan left her mouth. Only then she realized what she did. Her eyes widened in shock. She could see those red irises staring back into her.

Dang god! She realized how turned on she was right now. "Patience wifey. Even I can't wait to put my thing between your thighs," he said remembering the last line of the poem she sent. Esther blushed at his words and lowered her head slightly.

She rubbed her bare thighs together as she squirmed a little. Her legs were already jelly at his words. She held the hand rests of her chair tightly as she balanced herself from falling. He tortured her with his slight brushes on her skin making her feel tremors passing through her body. Esther was sure she would squirm a load anytime soon.

Oh! God! This would be hard for her!

Finally, when it's done, she breathed a sigh of relief. But before she could breathe confidentially, she felt his breath fanning her ear, making her heartbeat erratically. She could hear her heartbeat. She tried to calm herself.

[He is your husband. You did this almost every day with him. What's there to be shy about?] she tried to say this to herself. But nothing worked.

"I am done, naughty," he whispered huskily.

These words made her heart skip a beat.

"I am not naughty," she tried to defend herself. She wanted to say loud and confidentially but it barely came out like a whisper, making the god of sex behind her smirk.

"Then who was the one who stole my shirt and wore it, to tease me? Is it not teasing? A teaser is called a naughty," he replied in her ear again.