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“For us,” I correct.
That’s how it should always be. We are, after all, husband and wife, and we’re about to make that truly official in every way.
Chapter Twenty-Four
WICK
Icircle her opening, drawing out her essence until my fingers are coated and then slowly begin to stroke her clit.
“Let me know if you don’t like something,” I say against her lips. I want her to enjoy every second of this. To crave more.
“Feels good.” She lets out a moan of pleasure as I continue to work her little nub. My mouth waters for a taste, and my cock is begging for me to be inside of her.I need to get her ready for me,I remind myself.
“Like that, do you.” It’s not a question. I canfeelhow much she likes it by the way her body is reacting to me. Her little moans and quickened breaths are doing nothing to temper my need for her.
“I need more. Please.” She doesn't need to ask me twice. I take my hand out of her panties, not wanting her to come before I get a taste.
I release her mouth, trailing kisses down the column of her neck, making my way down to her perfect tits. I circle one with the tip of my tongue first and then suck her pert little nipple into my mouth. She moans out my name, her hips rising off the bed, trying to get some relief.
Reluctantly I release her nipple, my mouth moving down her body until I get to the edge of her panties. I feather kisses along them, her sweet essence consuming every part of me.
I can’t wait another second to have my mouth on her. I rip them from her body and bury my face between her thighs, sucking her hard little clit into my mouth. My need for her doesn’t allow pleasantries. My goal is to give her pleasure. To get her ready to take my cock that is now dripping for her.
She comes for me within seconds, screaming my name as pleasure courses through her. Her taste fills my mouth and dissolves any bit of self-control I had left. That doesn’t stop me from continuing to lick and suck her.
“I can’t.” She tries to close her legs, but I pin them open.
“You will.” I circle her little hole with my finger, pushing one inside of her. Fuck, her little pussy is so snug. “You’re going to come on my fingers and then take my cock.” I add a second finger and begin pushing them in and out of her, fucking her virgin pussy until her legs give out.
She fights for breath as the pleasure builds inside of her. Her body tenses, so close I can feel it. The climax sweeps over her, shaking her until all she can do is lie limply.
I kiss the inside of each of her thighs before I lift up, undressing myself as quickly as possible. She watches under heavy-lidded eyes as I do. She’s a fucking vision, her cunt dripping with desire.
My cock falls out, heavy with arousal, the tip wet with need. I kneel on the bed, taking myself in hand. She surprises me, moving quickly until she’s positioned herself so that she is eye level with my cock. The need to be inside of her is clawing at me, but she seems to have other ideas.
“I want to taste you like you did me.” Those gorgeous eyes of hers come to meet mine, begging me to give her what she desires.
“Open,” I order gruffly.
She does so, pushing her tongue out for me to lay my weighted flesh on it like an offering.
“Be gentle with me,” I half joke. “It’s my first time, too.”
Her eyes widen at this morsel of truth. “No way.”
I can see she likes the thought of no one else but her having this kind of knowledge of me. Eagerly, her lips close around my shaft. My eyes roll to the back of my head. This is euphoria I hadn’t known existed. I can feel the cum pooling at the base of my spine, ready to burst forth. I jerk away. “No more,” I tell her, rubbing a finger across her red puffy lips shaped into a pout. “I want to come inside of your virgin pussy.”
I guide myself to her opening. She’s still so tight. I stroke her clit lightly with my index finger and push my thumb against her pubic bone. She opens slowly. I nearly die a dozen times before I’m fully seated. Sweat beads across my forehead. My chest heaves like I’ve run a marathon. The orgasm I’ve been fighting off is ready to explode.
Her response is to drag my head down for a deep, open-mouthed kiss. I let myself go, thrusting into her again and again until she’s screaming her release. The thread snaps, and the rapture takes over me, smashing me against the rocks of ecstasy.
I collapse on the mattress, rolling to the side so I don’t crush her under the weight of my body. With what little energy I have left, I flip the covers over her frame and pull her next to me.
I stroke her back as we try to catch our breath. The rhythm of her inhales and exhales smooths out, and she’s quiet for so long I think she fell asleep, but then she murmurs, “Why is my nest bowl missing?”
I roll my head to the side so I can see her dresser. Between the tree branch ring holder and the cross-stitch frame, there’s an empty gap. Should have pushed the two crafts closer together. “I took it.”
She pushes up on her elbows to stare at me with confusion. “You stole my junky pottery bowl?”
