“This is your home, wife. There’s nowhere else for you to be but here,” I remind her.
“But.”
“No buts. We’re us. Mine. Yours. Married.” It really is as simple as that for me, but I can see from her expression that she doesn’t feel the same.
“We’re not married,” she says with a deprecating scoff.
“We’re married in every way but the paperwork, which we’ll be taking care of tomorrow.”
“I’m not marrying you tomorrow.” This time, she actually laughs.
Not bothering to argue or tell her that, yes, she will be marrying me tomorrow, I lift her and position her beside me, turning her so her back is facing my chest. “I want to fuck your cunt with my fingers,” I say, using the words I know she likes to distract her.
“What?” she gasps.
“I want to fuck your pussy with my fingers until you fall asleep,” I reiterate.
“Now?” she questions.
“Yes, now.”
Before she can say no or question me again. I curl my arm around her waist, then push my fingers between her thighs, finding the sticky remnants of my cum still slick between her folds. Spreading her labia, I slide two fingers slowly into her, feeling the ball of tension inside of me settle as her warm, wet body eagerly accepts my intrusion.
“Oh,” she starts, the exclamation quickly morphing into a quiet moan of pleasure.
Her body melts into mine, and I slowly fuck her until she comes with a satisfied whine, then promptly falls asleep.
Happy to feel her, I don’t bother to remove my fingers as she sleeps peacefully in my arms. After thirty minutes, I reluctantlyslip my fingers free, immediately bringing them to my mouth, eager to start cataloging her flavor as I suck her taste from my fingers.
My penis is still erect, and for a moment, I consider whether penetrating her would be acceptable or not. Deciding that my wife’s body is as much my own now as it is hers, I fist my penis and slowly guide the head toward her entrance.
Her eyes blink open as I bottom out, feeling her buttocks settle against my groin.
“Oh my god,” she says, her voice half surprise, half pant. “What are you doing?”
“Penetrating your cunt with my cock,” I inform her.
“I was asleep,” she gasps.
“I know.”
“I’m not a sex toy you can shove your dick in every time you get horny,” she protests, even as her body creates its natural lubricant and clenches around my girth.
“My dick is available to you whenever you should need it. If I’m awake or not,” I inform her seriously. I’m happy for her to treat my body like it’s hers to use, because it is.
“So you’d have no issue if I climbed onto your cock and started riding you when you were fast asleep?” she questions, trying to sound self-righteous, but she’s so breathy that her voice just sounds aroused.
“Absolutely. My dick is yours. You can use it as you need,” I tell her honestly.
“You’re insane.”
“I have several mental health assessment reports that confirm I’m perfectly sane,” I advise her.
Rolling my hips, I use the arm that’s around her stomach to help rock her back into me, penetrating her in short thrusts that are making my already rock-hard penis rush closer and closer toward completion.
“Oh my god, that feels…” she moans. “I’m so close.”
Pushing my hand between her thighs, I find her clitoris with my thumb, then slide my fingers lower to where my penis is inside her.
