Ch.308

"I am not naughty," Esther 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.

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

Esther felt embarrassed for being called naughty. She lowered her head and didn't dare to turn around.

Cyrus took the hairdryer into his hands and started drying her hair. He could see the back of her shirt slowly becoming wet and showing her skin through the almost transparent shirt. How he wished to mark those places like his own! He wanted to nip there, suck it till he could not breathe, and kiss her there. But first, he needs to dry her hair.

As he dried her hair, he accidentally brushed her skin, which made her shudder. Cyrus liked the response he got from her. Seeing her shudder under his touch made him feel satisfied. 'Accidentally' he brushed her skin again, with the tips of his fingers many times, making her skin turn a bright red color.

While he was doing this, he suddenly felt like kissing her nape, but he decided not to be so hasty. So, he brushed her most sensitive spot, he lingered his fingers there more than usual, but he didn't expect her reaction to being wild. "Mmmhhh," she moaned, making him realize how turned on she was. A slight smirk formed on his face as he understood her condition.

He looked into the mirror wanting to see her expression, her eyes turned red, showing how turned she was. She didn't notice that he was looking at her with his hawk eyes. Cyrus's eyes traveled from her face to her neck, her cleavage was just too big. He can see half of her breasts thoroughly. He badly wanted to rip her shirt open and nip her breasts as much as he wanted.

Cyrus felt regretful for having long shirts. If he had short shirts, the shirt she wore would not reach her mid-thighs… maybe a small shirt that just covered her butt would have been good. But little did Cyrus know she had picked the shortest shirt in his closet.

When he was done, he was satisfied with his work. "I am done, naughty," he announced. He saw her lifting her eyes in surprise and slight shock. And then her cheeks turned bright red, making her look like a cherry.

Then he heard her saying haggardly. "I am not naughty."

"Hmm…. Then who is the one who stole my shirt to tease me? Hmm? Is it not teasing? A teaser is called naughty, Wifey," he announced.

He noticed that she had lowered her head and sat on the chair without any intentions of moving. He could feel that she could not turn any more red than this even if she wanted to. He wanted to see if her neck and her chest were also turned red because of him.

He bent his head and brushed all her hair onto her left shoulder. He pulled her shirt a little lower exposing her red skin to his lustful eyes.

Cyrus realized that the combination of this golden light emitting from the candles, the night sky, and her blushing skin was now his favorite color combination.

Bending his head forwards, he started nipping the skin on her back making her gasp. Maybe he took her by surprise. He wondered if his wife was squirming or not. He badly wanted to put his fingers on her cervix. But… again he realized he needs to go slow.

"Mmmhhh," she let out a small cry when he pinched her skin slightly while he nipped her skin.

Her cries felt like music to his ears. Smirking, he brought his slick tongue out and licked her skin, making her tighten the grip on the hand rest. She slowly loosened the grip on the hand rest as she got familiar with his touches. Before she got familiar with his actions, he bit her, making her tighten the grip again.

"Oh!" She moaned.

After nipping and sucking the skin for a while, he left her, only when he had left a few marks on her skin.

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Esther sat quietly as she lowered her head. Suddenly she felt like he was bending down to her level. But still, she didn't dare to move a single inch. His hot breath fanned against her skin. The closer he came to her the faster her heart raced. When she felt his lips, she squirmed. She rubbed her thighs together to not let him see her overflowing juices.

His every action made her heart burst with pleasure, her every cell was lit with the flames of lust. Her body moved in sync with his actions. She gripped the hand rest of the chair tightly when she felt him nip her skin.

"Mmmhhhh…" A moan left her mouth when he nipped her.

When she realized what she did, she tried to cover her mouth, but she felt her hands couldn't move anymore. She could feel him smirking on her skin. As the seconds passed, she loosened her grip on the hand rest but only to tighten it when he nipped and licked her skin again.

"Oh!" She moaned again. Esther felt that her body couldn't hold back anymore. She could feel his touch, lips, breath, and his tongue on her. Esther couldn't stop shuddering at his every touch. Ahh! God! She could feel something was building inside her.

She leaned backward to give him more access to her bare skin.

"Cyrus!" She yelled.

When she felt he would continue… he stopped whatever he was doing. She looked at him with a disappointed gaze through the mirror. For which he smiled at and walked to her front.

"Cyrus!!" He heard her yell.

He knew what it meant. She was so close to bursting out. Suddenly he stopped doing whatever he was doing to her. He saw her giving him a disappointed gaze through the mirror. She looked like a seductive fox with her pout. He smiled at her and walked in front of her.

"Do you want it here or on the bed?" He asked.

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Author's Notes:

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