I want her to give my way of life a chance.
I also wanted to fuck her again, taste her pussy for the first time, and let her hold my cock.
But I didn’t know if she’d stay when she woke, or if she’d throw a hissy fit and flee.
When she opened her eyes, it was obvious she’d had a change of heart. She looked around, but the only place her eyes landed was on me.
I took that moment for what it was, for what it is: ours.
She didn’t run out the door. Instead, she stood, slipped off her clothes, and offered me her body for the second time.
I’d be a fucking fool not to take it, considering it’s everything I want.
I stand, towering above her. With one finger I lift her chin, and I crush my mouth against her lips. Both of my hands hold her face as I draw her to me. She moans beneath me, and I want to kiss her until her pussy is so nice and wet that she can’t wait any longer for me to plunge my fingers deep in her folds and fill her with my touch. And later, with my cock.
Our mouths connect. One hand lowers to her waist, running across the soft skin of her back. She smells like flower blossoms and nectar. I’m ready to lick her up, all of her juice.
My fingers deftly unclasp the hook of her bra and I toss it to the floor. I pull my mouth from hers, wanting to take a nice hard look at her tits—the tits I can’t wait to cover with my come.
The dress she wore today did nothing for her—not when I see her now, when I see her naked. Her tits are so big, so full. I palm each of them, rolling my fingers over the luscious globes, lowering my head so I can press my mouth against her hard nipples and suck.
One day I’m going to put a baby in this woman, and these nipples will give our baby life, nourishment. But for now, they’re all mine. Only mine. Goosebumps cover her skin as she runs her fingers through my hair. I look up at her. Her eyes are filled with desire.
“Take off my panties, Garrick. Tell me if you like what you see.”
I’m surprised that she’s so coy—that she’s playing this way—but I don’t think it’s an act. For all her confidence in my old bedroom, and the surefire lines that she’s been able to throw back at me … today, in this intimate room, with the lights low and her skin hot, she’s more vulnerable.
The innocent part of her is dripping from her words. I take off my shirt, tossing it on the bed, and her hands run over the hard ridges of my chest. My body is chiseled, carved just like the wood I chop down, hard and made for a purpose.
Right now the purpose of my body is to be enjoyed by her.
Her hands run around the waistband of my pants, and mine finger her panties the same way.
I pull them down, and after they slide over her curvy hips they fall to the floor. I step back, wanting to get a good view of my Princess. Of my wife.
Her body is an hourglass, her hips pushing out, her waist narrow, her tits huge.
Her eyes are on me.
I pull her to me, hard, squeezing her ass cheeks with both of my hands rolling her warm flesh in my palms. I pick her up, needing to get my face closer to her pussy. I lay her on the bed, loving the way her tits bounce as her head falls against the pillow. Heat rises to her cheeks, and she moves her hand to cover her body, but I pin her hands over her head.
“No trying to hide yourself from me.” I release her hands. I have no intention of hurting her, I just want her to understand that she has nothing to hide. Nothing to cover. Because I’m ready to uncover every square inch.
On my knees, I pull her to the edge of the bed and spread her knees apart, take a good hard look at her wet cunt.
“Oh, Princess, your pussy is so hungry.”
“Then feed it, Garrick, feed it with your cock.”
“Oh, you’re not ready for that yet. Your pussy would cry if I try to put my cock back inside you right now.”
“Then ... what?”
I wonder how innocent my wife really is, if she’s playing games with me. My parents told me she was all over social media, using apps to post selfies of her life, so she’s not some naive girl who hasn’t been exposed to the real world in some way or another.
But I guess she could still be pretty sheltered.
“Do you know what I plan on doing with you right now?” I ask.
“I have an idea....” Iris bites her bottom lip. Damn, that move turns me on.
I look up at her, my head between her legs. “How much do you know about being fucked?”
“I know that I like what you did before. I know that my pussy wants it. Needs it. I know my body craves something it doesn’t even understand. I know my body craves you.” Her words get my cock so fucking hard, so fucking fast.
“I’m going to press my mouth against your wet cunt, and then I’m going to lick you until you come all over my face. And then, when you’re gushing like a good Princess, I’ll show you my cock.”