MEANWHILE.


    Mature content ahead.


    As soon as Johnson slided his finger inside her, Samantha moaned and then, suddenly Johnson took out his finger making Samantha open her eyes as she left lonely down there.


    Johnson smirks looking at her, then he slowly got up on his feet.


    He walked towards the door and Samantha frowned. He locked the door and turned around towards her making her smile. As Johnson walked towards her, he started to unbutton his shirt and throwed it away.


    He then walked towards her and stepped in front of her.


    "It''s better to remove this dress, Samantha." Johnson said looking into her eyes.


    "Help me taking it off, Husband." Samantha replied with a smile.


    "Of course, Wifey." Johnson said as he slowly removed her dress and left her in just her bra, Panties.


    As he stood in front of her, Samantha unbuttoned his pants and they fall down on his feet leaving him in just his boxers.


    Samantha then, slowly raised her hands and slides his boxers down leaving him naked in front of her.


    Then, Johnson slowly got down on his knees and pressed his lips on hers.


    With each uninterrupted minute, the kiss intensifies.


    Samantha''s arms snake around Johnson''s shoulder as she pressed her chest to his chest. He slowly took one of her breast into his hand and she giggle into the kiss.


    His fingers clenching into her meat. He hoist her frame a centimeter off of the ground for a second; so that he can gentlyy her down on the couch on her side without causing her any pain in her injury. He was so careful with her.


    Her head tenderly taps the pillow of the couch as he slink his way in between her legs. Hands knitting together and pressing against the pillowtop.


    He faintly pressed his knee into her sensitive mound which causes an electrical current to surge through her entire core. She gasp out, her eyes flutter shut with the affixation of his face buried in her neck. He know all of her weakest spots. He understand her body in ways no one else can.


    She can feel his hands continue to hold her in ce, but his mouth has other ns. He travel down her chest, warm kisses leaving a trail behind them. His tongue flits along the bra fabric that is pressed against her breasts. Lower and lower his head travels. Imprints of his lips stay behind and she try to memorize the cement of each.


    She never want to forget what and how his lips feel like against her flesh.


    His hands free themselves from her, but are finding a new home on her breasts.


    "Care to unsp my bra?" Samantha asked and Johnson smirked.


    "Of course, Wifey." Johnson answered as he smirked. Then he slowly unsped her bra. He licked his lips looking at them. He took one of her breast in his hand and kissed it making her moan out loud.


    He slowly Pushed her farther apart so that he can restfortably without hurting her. He can feel her breath as his mouth gets closer to her folds and she instinctively want to arch her back to aid in his journey.


    But because of the wound, she can''t. For now, she just have to trust the process and let him work his magic. Even the slightest touch is exemplified.


    His teeth lightly drag across the very thin piece of cloth that separates Johnson from Samantha. Her soft whimpers fill the air as she is aching for Johnson to finally make contact.


    She peer down to see his eyes staring up at her, gauging her response. She can see a smile as he tten his ongue and skim the topyer of her panties. Her hips jut upward, needing to feel more of his tongue against her lips.


    "Please, just touch me?" Samantha said but it came out as a more of a question.


    Samantha was breathless and desperate. She crave him like an addict needs a hit.


    Somewhere in the back of her mind, she convince herself that she is loving this just as much as she is... No matter in what situation she is right now.


    Each time, stopping just before her sensitive clit that is begging to be pleased. Taking in each fold at a time. Sucking on it and pushing it aside so that his tongue can slide in the crevasses and repeating the process on the other side.


    He shift his attention to her clit, using his fingers to draw back the lips so that he can take it fully into his mouth. Swirling the tip of his tongue around the outermost edge before pulling it with his teeth. Her body has no idea how to react and her thighs begin to tremble with the amount of stimtion she is receiving.


    He suck and flick the tip of his tongue on the most delicate spot on her entire body while his hands keep her legs in ce. All she can do at this point is grip the pillow of the couch with her fists in pleasure her husband is giving her right now.


    He go ahead trace the folds with one hand, slowly beginning to insert one finger at a time. Her walls clench upon entering and he take it upon himself, with her body cues, to introduce another finger inside.


    "Mmmm..." Samantha moaned with pleasure.


    Thrusting them in and out as he pull her juices forward each time. Curling them up toward her g-spot and patting it steadily with his two fingers.


    Her moans have gotten louder as she feel the wave of her orgasming close. It starts in her toes as they begin to curl and makes its way up the remaining parts of her.


    Everything bes fuzzy and she start to lose the ability to form sentences.


    She need to climax and it is going to erupt from her core. She suddenly feel his lips pull away and her body naturally objects.


    But then she realize that he is hovering over her once again not keeping any pressure on her with his hand is still deeply embedded into her soaking pussy.