Chapter 309 - Remove My Pants [R-18]

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

Esther was too shocked to respond to him. They never did it anywhere apart from the bed. She felt shocked to listen to his words. Her eyes couldn't help but widen in shock as she heard his words. Lifting her head, she saw him wearing a lopsided grin on his face. She quickly tried to evade his gaze by lowering her head. In fact, she wanted to do it in the chair too. Because she felt it's exciting. This would be the first time for them to do something on a chair. 

"Then… I will take that as a yes," She heard him saying these words to her. 

Before she could register his words. She saw him removing his T-Shirt. Her eyes took in the marvelous sculpture of his toned abs and flexed muscles. Esther almost raised her hands to touch them but she stopped herself from doing it. Cyrus was about to pull his pants down but stopped. 

"Wifey, I want you to remove my pants," he said to her, making her blush brightly. 

Esther was stunned in place. Was it wrong to leave him with blue balls? No, Right? Maybe it is wrong. If Cyrus didn't give the word to her or if he had listened to her thoughts, he would have died from the shock when he heard them. 

"I-I…" Esther stuttered. 

Cyrus pulled her from her seat and hugged her closer. "I want you to remove my pants, Wifey. It's always me who removes your clothes and my clothes," he said pitifully. 

When she was mulling over his words. Cyrus guided her hands to his pants. When she realized what was happening… Her hands were already on his waist. 

Her heart was thudding against her ribcage as she felt his hot breath fanning her skin. Their closeness was only flustering her further. And his words were something that was doing magic to her. Can she resist his temptation? 

No! 

Esther felt like she was being hypnotized by her husband right now. Trying to calm her erratic heart, she looked into his eyes which made the situation worse. His eyes played with light the way honey teases an unsuspecting sunbeam. When the sunbeam first notices the honey it looks like tea…warm, orangey-brown and is intrigued with the warmth's intimations and so is trapped. 

Fascinated, it slants into the honey from an angle higher or an angle lower and is enthralled, finding itself a splinter of amber fire caught in a viscous lantern that shines with such golden sweetness that to part from that beauty is as good as death…the honey darkened again waiting sweetly to catch the darting glance of another slender ray of light. His eyes looked like the sun shining in the night, capturing her soul in his irises. The rays of the moon hit his flawless face making it even more enthralling to her eyes. His eyes turned a shade darker than before. She found herself being burned by the swirls of his eyes. 

Esther didn't notice the look of Cyrus. His eyes turned a shade darker than before. Esther felt his face inching towards her, making her breath hitch. 

"I am waiting, Wifey," he said. His voice woke her up from her stupor, causing her to stumble from her current position. 

Cyrus looked at his dazed wife. Her red orbs peeking at his irises curiously. Her ruby eyes twinkled at his sight. She stood dazed in place as she looked at him curiously. He wondered what made her turn out like this. But again his thoughts drifted back to her red irises. Her ruby eyes started turning darker as the seconds passed into the color of a Mozambique ruby. When a light ray passed through a stone, it appeared to not reflect the ray for years and was referred to as a black hole. Similar to that the moonlight passed through her eyes was never reflected, as if there was a hidden black hole inside of her eyes. Just like how her eyes sucked away the silvery moon rays, she sucked away his soul, heart, and his body. Enchanted into her eyes, he suddenly found it hard to look away. He realized her eyes were painted with flecks of black, imitating the red garnet stone. Cyrus found himself losing his calm. He could feel the lust in those eyes, the craving she had for him. He inched towards her and the temperature in the room dropped. He moved his hands and cupped her face. When he was about to kiss, he moved sideways and whispered, "I am still waiting, Wifey," he said, pulling her back to reality. 

When he saw the shock and the way she stumbled, he suppressed his chuckle. Holding her hands, he again guided her hands to his nightwear pants. Esther hugged him tightly, before pulling his pants down. She tried to not look into his eyes as she did what he asked. She knew a smirk would have been formed on his face if she looked. So, she decided to escape his gaze. 

"Good job, wifey," Cyrus said as he took a step closer to her while stepping out of the pants which were resting on the ground. 

Esther blushed at his words. 

"Now look at me," he asked. 

Esther didn't dare to lift her head at him. She was too shy to lift her head, her heart wasn't as calm as she looked. It's twirling, twisting, drowning, skipping, and racing. It's doing many things. The natural red hue spread across her body. She felt like she was suffocating with the shirt on her body. She wanted to remove that and seek the comfort she wanted. But his demanding nature surprised her. Every time… he usually talks dirty. But surprisingly he was asking her to do something. 

She felt him cupping her face and slamming his lips on hers. He felt the taste of the dessert that was made during the dinner. Wanting to eat his favorite dessert, he pushed himself inside her sweet mouth. His sleek tongue entered her sweet mouth, invading every inch of her insides. 

When they broke their toe-curling kiss, she found herself sitting on Cyrus's lap and he was sitting on the chair. 

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Author's Notes: 

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