The dress was gorgeous. It clung to Karma's hips and spilled down her lithe body in shimmering red sequins—like the stars themselves had been embedded into the silky fabric. Gojo had picked it out himself, knowing with unrestrained smugness that his wife would be the talk of his work dinner.

Fuck. He adored her. Watching her touch up her red lipstick in the mirror. Secure the backing on those dripping diamond earrings that were last year's anniversary gift. He'd been so good, keeping the lip biting and thigh squeezing to a minimum, but as she descended the stairs and informed him that their Uber was ready, Gojo blocked her path to the door.

Karma knew that look, even though it was hidden beneath a black blindfold. She could see lust brewing in the curve of his lip. The way he clenched his tongue between his teeth. And the tent in his pants wasn't exactly subtle.

"Toru, baby, we need to get going. The dinner starts in fifteen minutes." She nudged his arm off the counter top, hoping he'd find the strength to restrain himself until they got home. This was a very important work dinner for Satoru. His boss was expecting them to be on time.

But Gojo didn't move for the door. He studied the slit in her dress that cut mid thigh, exposing a swath of milky white skin. He imagined kissing up her thigh until his head disappeared under the red fabric. "Karma…I mean, look at you. Fuck, how can you expect me to contain myself?"

"You're gonna have to if you want that promotion."

Gojo swept a honey blonde curl from her brow. "C'mon baby, you know what I want." His hand glided along the exposed skin of her thigh. Then, he grabbed the back of her knee and pulled her leg around his waist, supporting her lower back with his other hand.

"Toru—"

He shushed her, fingers tiptoeing through the slit to the lacy panties underneath. He stroked the pad of his index finger over the fabric where he knew her entrance to be. Just as he thought, she was soaking wet.

"Naughty girl." Smirking, he knelt down and lifted her knee over his shoulder so his head was positioned between her legs. It was dark in the tent of her dress, but he didn't need to see. He was so intimately familiar with his wife's body, he could fuck her blindfolded—which he often did. Oh, how she loved his eyes, euphoric blue curtained with snow white lashes. Often, on the verge of climax, she would beg him to take off his blindfold so she could come to the sight of his gorgeous face. Sometimes, he would indulge her.

If she hadn't relented so easily to her husband, he was prepared to take off his blindfold to sway her, but lucky for him, he could pocket that ace for the perfect moment.

"Karma," he moaned her name against the damp fabric tight over her cunt, enveloped in the warmth of her thighs. His tongue was eager, salivating and grinding against his teeth. It was difficult to restrain himself, to tease his wife and make her beg for him. But as much as he wanted to dive in, he knew she liked it this way.

"Fuck, Toru, stop teasing me."

"What do you say?"

"Please."

"Please who?"

"Please—Gojo." There it was. Gojo shoved the panties aside and buried his mouth into her folds. Karma gasped and squirmed, fingers fumbling to grasp his messy white hair and force him deeper. His tongue flicked the throbbing knob of her clit, making her legs spasm. Once, twice, three times. Then with a final taste of her soaking entrance, he stopped, popping his head out into the cool air.

"Please, Gojo, don't stop."

"We're gonna be late for dinner. The Uber's waiting." Gojo's lips were curled in a knowing smirk. He had her right where he wanted her.

"I don't care about the dinner. We'll just be late."

"But the promotion."

"Fuck the promotion." Karma yanked her wet panties to her ankles and kicked them off. "Fuck your boss. Fuck your job. Fuck it all—just fuck me."

"Just fuck you?" Gojo stood to his feet, towering over her. His shaft was throbbing in his pants, pleading for release in his tight little wife. Carefully, he bent her over the counter so his pulsing cock rubbed against her ass. He bent to her ear. "Karma, I'm not just gonna fuck you. I'm gonna relish you."

Karma whimpered. In one swift motion, his pants were at his ankles and her red dress was hiked up to her lower back. In the next moment, he was deep inside her.

"Gojo, you're so fucking big," Karma managed to choke out between his bone-trembling thrusts.

One long-fingered hand gripped her hips, the other latched onto her breast. "Too big for you, baby?"

"No, perfect."

"Good girl." The hand on her hip traveled to find her clit. His skilled fingers flicked and pinched the sensitive skin in time with his thrusts. Karma felt her walls tighten around him. A feeble cry left her throat as his tip struck a sensitive spot. He noted the sound and aimed to hear it again and again.

"Gojo, baby, I'm gonna come."

"I know you are."

"Let me see your eyes, please." She craned her head to look at him, pieces of her updo coming loose, bouncing in her field of view.

His thrusting picked up speed. He was nearing an edge of his own. "You want to see them?"

"God—yes!"

"You've been a good girl tonight." Gojo took his hand off her breast and peeled off his blindfold, seeing his wife with complete clarity. He watched her face soften and brighten at the sight of him. That doe-like awe never failed to swell his chest with longing. If only he could penetrate her deeper. Meld his soul with hers. No amount of intimacy would ever be enough, not if they lived a hundred more years.

His wife was his deepest satisfaction, the only one permitted to see him at his most vulnerable. Fuck, he couldn't get enough, especially seeing her in this tight red dress. He would have to fuck her again tonight without the hindrance of that blindfold. To watch her lips tighten and her legs quake.

The sight of her neck-arching climax made him shudder. To know that he had filled her with such pleasure made him so blissfully content. He could watch her orgasm again and again. His thrusts didn't slow and soon, he was riding the wave with her, quivering and trembling under the current of warmth.

"Fuck, Karma." His chest landed on her back, breaths labored.

"Satoru…"

Gojo's brows knit as he took in her face, realizing that she was crying.

"Was it too much? Did it hurt?" He turned her around, eager to console his wife. His hands cupped her rosy cheeks, thumbs catching the tears.

"No, not at all. I'm just so happy." She stroked his jawline with the back of her finger, eyes drinking in the beautiful face before her. The face she adored waking up to every day. The eyes that sang her to sleep. The smile that stirred her heart. Satoru was everything.

"Fuck, you had me worried." He kissed away her tears and nuzzled his face into her neck. She was wearing his favorite perfume on her collarbone. The smell made him euphoric. "I love you, Karma."

"I love you too, Toru. But we're gonna be so late."

He picked her underwear off the floor and helped her step into it, smoothing her dress back into place and tucking away loose strands of her hair. "Don't worry about it, babe. I couldn't care less about that promotion." He kissed her cheek, grinning. "I already have everything."