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Mikasa was on fire, her skin literally burning despite being damp all over with sweat, as she struggled to breathe, to stay together with Eren’s hands singeing her sensitive nipples, rough thumb pads teasing over them, forefinger joining it to pull and tug the hardened peaks.

She couldn’t keep in the little whimpers that gurgled from her throat, couldn’t keep her pussy muscles from squeezing and fluttering around him, eyes rolling to the ceiling, taking her head back to his shoulder at every ridge and vein that rubbed her against her saturated walls.

How…how did he expect her not to move about when he was inside her, when h’d been touching her like this?

“Baby,” Eren sang low from behind, breath sliding over her ear, making little bumps form and litter the span between her neck and her shoulder. “Look at me.” But Mikasa couldn’t she need a second, a minute to feel like she was still in her body, to let her mind surface from the pool of arousal that was melting her from the inside out.

But there were times when he was impatient, when he wanted what he wanted when he wanted it and his other hand, the one that wasn’t reddening her skin, overstimulating her tits, groping the fat of her breast, the hand that was settled low on her abdomen so dangerously close to her mound pressed down on her stomach as he jerked his hips up from underneath her.

And his name shook her chest on a broken wail as the tip of his dick kissed her cervix, ground into it, sending ripples of searing pleasure jolting through her, nails digging into skin, back arching deeper, toes curling into the air, rocking her core from deep with in.

Eren held Mikasa’s body against his as it tried to wiggle and twitch and shake. He held it tight until the wave crested and was finally settling down under the deep circles he massaged into her tummy. She could breathe if only a little bit when he pressed encouraging kisses to her ear and cheek and along her jaw.

“C’mon, sweetheart. Be good and open those pretty eyes for me.” Be good…be good. He always knew what he was doing when he said them and she almost always fell for them.

Mikasa always wanted to be good for him, always wanted to give him what he wanted. And he said in that gentle, loving way he said everything else to her like he hadn’t been bringing her so wonderfully close to orgasm only to let the high trickle back down with feather-light touches.

His hand had trailed tenuously from breast to her throat, index finger tapping at her spit wetted chin, thumb grazing up and down a groove along her throat. How could a simple hold on her neck make her even more excited.

Spurred on by his words, by weight of his big hand resting on her throat, Mikasa managed to do what he asked, eyelashes sticking together, vision blurred from tears as she looked in the mirror in front of them. Eren’s green eyes glowed next to her red, sweaty face in their dimly lit room.

He was as gorgeous as any other day. Her husband was so handsome, so hot, and his cologne smelled so good. It was probably why she could ignore the slight ache in her arms from being folded behind her back, sandwiched between them for so long, ignore the little crimp in her back from being arched for as long as his dick had been inside.

She squinted at the pretty picture they created. Mikasa had never felt so exposed with her legs held wide open, hooked either side of Eren’s favorite chair. Her pretty updo wasn’t nearly as neat as when she first did it for the night. Red spots and hickeys and his hands prints littered her body, in the way she loved best.

It was so messy, so obscene, so entrancing watching him put those marks and bruises there, watching how his cock, so beautiful thick and veiny sank into her desperate pussy.

Was this how he felt every time he witness his girth stretch her little hole open, split her apart? Every time he saw how her puffy lips hugged his cock, how they clenched around him as he moved in and out of her? Every time he saw them so connected, so molded into one?

She was almost jealous as his hand slipped over her smooth mound, fingers covering her swollen clit. But there wasn’t really time to be once he started working her up again.

Mikasa’s breaths came out quick and sharp. More juices dripped from her wide open cunt making his already drenched dick glisten in the low light, soaking deeper into the fibers of his black tuxedo pants, joining the puddle that had slipped over the edge of the chair and formed on the floor. Had she ever been this wet, this sloppy?

“That’s it, baby. Watch as I take you apart.” Through a half lidded gaze, she obeyed willingly, eyes catching on the plethora of tiny diamonds that made up the pretty garter belt at her waist, that connected to the ones around her thighs. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

To be writhing around, pleading to come until she was left with incoherent sounds as he just played with her to his hearts content, toying with her most sensitive areas. No, not exactly.

Mikasa had bitten off more than she could chew having no idea things could go in this direction, having no idea that her plan to seduce Eren would go so well and yet so wrong. Still, it was delightful that he could still surprise her.

After almost two years into their marriage, she had definitely realized her husband’s…fixation on jewelry when it came to her. Him buying her another tennis bracelet was what made the idea come to mind.

One of those stupid Galas he was always invited to just happened to be on the same day, the perfect day. She had been tracking everything for awhile before even bringing it up to him, but when she finally did, Eren was ecstatic. He was one hundred percent on board, so she scheduled an appointment to get the IUD removed.

Her body was ready to start trying. She’d bought some new lingerie for the occasion, was making sure to stay rested for the intense workout he was going to put her through. Of course it wasn’t guaranteed on the first try, but she was confident things would go well.

Mikasa was excited. Until he came home saying plans had to change. This was one of his more important clients, they had to go.

Supporting Eren, being there for him in any capacity she could be of use was her number one goal. She always wanted to see him succeed. She knew he wouldn’t have agreed to go if it weren’t necessary, but – but…everything was perfect and was sure to be successful.

It had to be that night or they would have to wait another month for optimal conditions! When he came home and presented her the bracelet to go with whatever dress she chose, the cogs in her mind began turning.

Plain and simple, Mikasa was going to seduce her husband with his love of jewelry on her. Intentionally.

This wasn’t going go be like the first time she’d tried when they were brand new and she just wanted Eren to view her as sexy, to take things a little further although from what she’d heard, it was successful, bizarrely with her shoulders.

Now she was a different woman with knowledge and experience. She knew how to touch her husband, how to make him tick, how to make him lose control. Now Eren had nothing to be afraid of, didn’t have to worry about scaring her away or holding back. This time, Mikasa was going to do it and do it well as she did anything else she put her mind to.

It was embarrassing, the awful amount of money she’d spent on the garter, most of it going to actually getting the piece done in time. At least it came out well with the beautiful garter belt fitting snuggly around her waist, thin strips of diamonds traveling down to the ones on her thighs.

Eren didn’t stand a chance against the thin, silky feel of her flesh colored dress. He was no match for the high cut that made it clear underwear wasn’t an option. He was ensnared by all the glittering stones at the top of her long legs, how they matched perfectly with the bracelet he’d presented her with just a week ago.

“Is something wrong,” she asked lightly, tucking a wispy black strand behind her diamond studded ear. He simply shook his head, but Mikasa knew. It was a wonder they made it out to the car, but one cross of her legs and they were right back out of it, Eren pulling her back to their bedroom with a firm grip on her forearm.

He knew exactly what she’d done the minute he’d seen how wet she already was.

But she didn’t regret it. Getting to see how she was completely his in that mirror, how he only had eyes for her made the frustration, the exquisite pain of denial, the tears worth it. And when he final let her come, it was all sounds, her vision going fully white. The squelch of his cock’s shallow thrust, the splatter of her cum against the reflective surface, his praised whispered in her ear, voice low and strained.

It took so long to come down which only seemed fair when compared to how much he built her up, but Eren wasn’t done. His hands were still running over her flushed skin, her boneless body, one leaving sticky trails of slick and cum in it wake.

“You done already, sweetheart? Taping out on me before I even fuck you? I though you wanted me to put a baby in you.”

How dare her pussy tighten at those words.