She stared at me and I looked at her.

"What?" I asked and she just smiled.

I wanted to kiss her so bad. But I'm not gonna beg. I'll learn to be patient until she wants it.

"Eyes up here." She snapped and I rolled mine.

"Do you think it's cute when guys beg for shit from you?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"No. I think it's hot." She smirked.

"Why?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Because it's not everyday men genuinely want something that bad. They usually want it and get it immediately because they're more dominant naturally. If a man really wants me, he'll beg and ask until I give it to him." She shrugged like it was the simplest thing in the world.

"Isn't that degrading to the man you're with?" I asked, not to be rude but just to hear her thoughts.

"No. As I said, if he wants it, he will willingly ask himself. I'm not saying I go all dominatrix, I'm just saying I like having more control about what happens and when it happens and when I want it to happen. I like being fucked from behind and being choked as much as any other girl, but it happens when I want it too. If I ride a man, it's because I chose to, if I suck him off, it's because I want to." Her eyes were burned into mine as I felt my face heat.

She smiled.

"Don't pull that shit where you get all embarrassed about blushing again." She shook her head and I didn't cover my face or anything, I just sat there, letting my face burn and my gut twist with embarrassment.

She was nearly drowning in my lack of confidence.

"Thank you. We can go if you'd like." She raised her eyebrows and I nodded, standing and undoing another button on my top so I didn't feel choked up.

I walked behind her as we got outside and I took in the cool air.

I opened the door for her and she got in.

"Thank you." She hummed as I got in my side.

I took a second before turning the car on.

"V-Victoria?" I cleared my throat.

"Hm?" She looked at me.

"Whats your definition of begging?" I asked.

"Clear desperation." She squinted at me and I had both hands at the top of the steering wheel, my pants too damn tight, I could feel myself begin sweating.

"I really want to kiss you. I want it so fucking bad but I don't know how to do what you're asking for." I shut my eyes, my stomach just a pit of nerves and never ending panic at this.

Her hand touched my thigh and I swear I almost fucking came in my pants. She felt me tense and she moved her thumb back and fourth.

"Yes you do." She hummed.

"Please?" I looked at her, our eyes locking, my face burning.

A small smile traced her lips that I craved to feel on mine.

"Victoria I-" I paused as her hand moved, gently touching under my chin.

"Okay." She whispered and I nodded.

She licked her lips, leaning in and I followed, going at whatever pace she wanted me too.

Our lips touched, the contact so small, I didn't move, I didn't want her to pull away again and make me repeat this all over.

She smiled, "go ahead."

My hand moved into her hair, my lips overlapping hers. I tugged on her hair, a small chuckle leaving her mouth as our tongues pushed together, the feeling absolute heaven.

And what solidified this was that we weren't "dating".

This was my wife.