“I like everything you do,” I murmur honestly. “But later, maybe. When I can—fuck—think better. When it’s not so… new.”
Right now I can’t think of what I like or don’t. I can’t think about anything other than how good her mouth feels against me, her tongue and lips teasing me inexpertly, her enthusiasm far outshining any inexperience. I’m so hard it hurts by the time she reaches down and slides her panties off her hips, rising up to straddle me as she wraps one hand around my cock.
“I don’t know if I’m going to be good at this,” she whispers, biting her lower lip. “I?—”
“Careful.” I rest my hands on her hips, my cock throbbing at the sight of my beautiful, petite wife on the verge of impaling herself on my length while wearing only my t-shirt. “It’ll be deeper, at this angle. And you’re still sore.”
Maeve nods, worrying her lip between her teeth as she guides my cock between her thighs. I let out a hiss between my teeth as my oversensitive tip slides between her drenched folds, feeling how slick and hot she is for me. She wants me desperately; I can feel it, and I don’t know how I got here. How I’m lucky enough to have this woman panting for my cock as she eases herself onto me.
She lets out a small yelp as I slide into her, just the first inch stretching her tight pussy. The fit is mindblowing, the sensation so intense that I have to breathe slowly, forcing myself not to come in her yet… or at all. A baby is the last thing we need right now, but just the thought while her hot, tight, slick entrance is squeezing my cockhead is enough to almost make me lose control.
Slowly, inch by inch, I guide her down my length with my hands on her hips. Maeve’s head falls back, her hands planted on my chest where there’s nothing injured or bandaged as she gasps, tightening around me. I let out a groan as she’s seated fully on my cock, nudging the hem of my T-shirt up so I can fit my hand between her legs and start to rub her clit gently.
She lets out a whimpering moan, and then she starts to move.
She’s better at it than I would have thought; maybe from years of riding horseback. She finds a rhythm, slow and careful, and she lets out a gasping moan as I throb inside of her.
“It’s so big,” she whimpers, her teeth in her lip as she rocks against me, squeezing my cock with each movement. I’m so fucking close to coming, and hearing that only makes it worse.
“That’s right,leannan,” I groan, rolling my thumb over her clit. “You take my big fucking cock so well. You’re a perfect fit. So tight. So fucking tight. FuckingChrist—” I suck in a breath through my teeth as she ripples around me again, praying she comes sooner rather than later. I can’t hold out much longer, and I can’t allow myself to come inside her. “Come for me, Maeve. I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
I tug the t-shirt up higher with one hand, planting my hand just below her ribs so that I can see her stretched around me, her swollen clit beneath my thumb. She’s pink and flushed, dripping onto me she’s so wet, the base of my slick cock visible as she lifts herself off ever so slightly and rocks against me again.
“It’s so good,” she whispers. “So good… oh god,Sean?—”
I feel her tighten, feel her tensing up as her orgasm approaches, and it takes every ounce of self-control I possess not to explode inside of her as she starts to convulse around me. Her mouth parts on a cry, her body shivering as she rides me through her climax, her ginger hair wild around her face and her eyelids fluttering. I hang on until I feel her start to relax, and then I lift her off of my cock effortlessly, setting her back down on mythighs so that my shaft presses between her legs and against her swollen clit.
My hand slides behind her, gripping her ass with one hand as I rock her against me, taking in the sight of my gorgeous wife pinned to my cock as my climax hits.
Cum spurts up over her taut belly and up to her breasts, marking her skin as she shudders and moans from the friction against her oversensitive clit. I yank the shirt up higher, watching with foggy pleasure as my cock jerks and throbs, spurting more cum up over her breasts, droplets clinging to her nipples as I come all over my wife.I could keep her like this forever,I think dazedly as I grip myself and stroke hard, squeezing out the last of it as I rock her against me. I could keep her covered in my cum, marked by me, mine forever.
I’m out of breath as the last of it jolts through me, and Maeve looks down at me, flushed and wide-eyed. “Oh my god,” she whispers as I pull her forward onto my chest, heedless of my injuries, wanting her mouth on mine.
I never want this day to end.
—
By evening,we're back in bed. We ordered takeout from the pub, ate it while watching another movie, and then eventually migrated back into bed, where I ended up back inside my wife far too soon. We both need rest, but just having her near me is enough to keep me almost constantly erect, and I can’t get enough. Neither can she, even though I know she must be sore.
We lay there together afterward, and I run my fingers through her hair.This could work,I think to myself. I’ve never been able to talk to anyone the way I’ve been able to talk to hertoday. Nothing I’ve said has frightened her away. She still wants me, and she’s still here.
I don’t deserve it, but maybe… maybe I should stop running from it. Maybe I should let myself try to have this one thing.
“This is nice,” Maeve whispers sleepily against my shoulder, as if echoing my thoughts. She’s in her own sleepwear now, after a shower following the last round, and the silky material of her tight shorts and the loose cotton of her t-shirt brush against my bare skin. “I like this. Being here with you.”
I lean over to press a kiss against her hair. “I like it too,” I murmur. “Maybe being married isn’t as much of a punishment as the Council meant for it to be.”
The moment the words are out of my mouth, I know I’ve made a mistake.
Maeve stiffens instantly in my arms. She sits up, the sheet falling away from her chest, and looks down at me with an expression I can't quite read.
"What?" Her voice is carefully neutral. "What did you just say?"
“I—” I sit up too, my thoughts racing as I try to think of how to fix this. “Maeve, it’s?—”
"Punishment." She repeats the word slowly. "You think being married to me is a punishment?"
Fuck. "That's not what I meant?—"
