You can’t have a video camera in our bedroom!I had protested.
Nitro remained stubbornly resolute.
I want to make sure you’re safe if I’m not around.
So you’re watching me sleep?
Exactly,he replied. Then he paused and added with a sly look,I’m also watching when you’re using that pink vibrator. So I can come home and help.
Pulling open my nightstand drawer, I picked up that vibrator and held it aloft. Then I waved my ring at the camera, bouncingon my toes, grinning from ear to ear. And just for good measure, I stripped off my top and flashed him.
That should work like a charm,I thought.
Fifteen minutes later, the front door slammed, followed by the heavy tread of Nitro’s biker boots.
“You better be ready for me, angel,” he said.
I covered my mouth with both hands to stifle a giggle of anticipation.
Nitro came closer. I heard the clank of his belt as he rounded the corner.
“That’s what I like to see,” he said.
I perched on the edge of the bed, waiting, completely naked for him. I made a grabby hands motion, beckoning to him. He chuckled as he came closer, unzipping his jeans. I moved his hands away, pulling out his cock myself.
Gazing up at him, I licked the crown, teasing along his slit with my tongue. He arched his hips toward me, his cock pulsing in my grip.
“I was in the middle of a card game at the clubhouse, angel,” I said. “I had to forfeit. You owe me fifty bucks.”
“That’s a shame,” I said. “I guess you’re not in the mood for a quickie then.”
He growled and hoisted me up onto the bed. I yelped with surprise, laughing.
“Get on your hands and knees, sweetheart. You’re wearing my ring now. It’s about time we started trying for a baby.”
A thrill bubbled up in my chest. I couldn’t wait to have a family with this man. To live the rest of our lives together in our home filled with love.
When I knelt on the mattress, Nitro placed his hands on my hips, guiding me back toward him. He dragged the tip of his cock through my folds, gathering my slickness. Then he pushed in with a groan.
“Fuck, I never get tired of feeling your sweet pussy wrapped around me, angel.”
I loved this—being bare for him, while he was still fully clothed. The scrape of his jeans against my thighs, and the cold metal of his belt buckle compared to the hot glide of his cock only served to heighten my sensitivity, making the sex ten times better.
One year ago, my heart was broken by a man who didn’t love me. Who spoke to me with disgust in his voice. One year ago, I felt filthy and unwanted.
With Nitro, my future husband and the future father of my children, I felt beautiful and sexy. He was always hungry for me, eager to taste, to touch, to see me come all over that perfectly thick cock.
He palmed at my tits, kneading my ass, fisting his hand in my hair to tug my head back. The sweet sting of my scalp was a delicious contrast to the ecstasy of every thrust.
“Mywife,” he growled in my ear. A gush of heat flooded my pussy, just like it always did when he called me that.
I smiled with a hum, wiggling back on his cock.
“Not yet. Not until you sayI doat the altar.”
He leaned forward, pressing a biting kiss between my shoulder blades.
“Then I guess we’re taking a trip to the courthouse on Christmas Day to sign some papers.”
