She throws her head back, laughing. As much as I love that sound, I don’t find this funny. Reaching up, I wrap my hand around her delicate neck, cutting off her laughter. Bringing her face to mine, I glare at her.
“That’s a shame because I’m quite fond of him.” My hand tightens at her confession, and she leans forward, pressing her lips to mine, and speaks softly. “It was you.”
“Don’t lie to me, Eve.”
“I’m not. It was you. In this very spot.”
I snort. “You only let me kiss you to distract me so you could drug me.” It didn’t take me long to figure out her plan when I woke up on the ground covered in dirt.
She laughs softly. “True, but…that doesn’t change the fact that you were my first kiss.”
I frown, and she props the bottle of whiskey up against a rock on theground before wrapping her arms around my neck. Her fingers gently play with my hair while her gaze drops to my shirt.
I can tell when her mind wanders off. “What is it, Eve?”
“I… My body was used a lot, but no one ever kissed me.” Her eyes meet mine. “Until you,” she whispers.
I let go of her neck and push her hair off her shoulder.
“I told myself to stay away. Not to let you get too close, because I knew…”
“Knew what?” I urge.
“That if I let you kiss me I’d be done for.”
“Done for?” I smirk, trying to lighten the mood. “You make it sound like falling in love with me was a horrible mistake.”
She slaps my chest playfully and rolls her eyes.
Grabbing her face, I bring her lips to mine. My fingers slide into her already tangled hair, and she moans into my mouth while her hips grind into mine.
She pulls away, panting, her heavy eyes on mine. “You know you’re the best thing to ever happen to me.”
I’m going to give this woman the life she dreams of. Whatever she wants.
She leans in to kiss me, and this time her hand falls to my belt.
I swallow her yelp when I slap her ass. Removing my belt, I pull away from her lips and push her arms behind her back. I tie them without looking, and when I’m satisfied, I wrap an arm around her waist and get up, placing her on the ground.
“Kash,” she breathes, arching her back.
I kneel over her, pushing her dress up to her neck to expose her body to me, and then undo my jeans, pulling my hard cock out.
I don’t bother removing her underwear. Instead, I just pull it to the side and slide into my wife. No foreplay.
The thought of being the first and only man to kiss her gives me an animalistic need. Of course there could be others she just doesn’t remember. But I’ll take it. It means something to her, so it means something to me.
I wish now more than ever I would have paid more attention on theIsabella. Fingering her that night made me like every other man that had used her. I should have asked questions. Forced answers.
She cries out, and I silence her with my lips. My hands slide under her head, gripping her hair and holding her in place as I slam into her soaked cunt.
“I love you.” Pulling away, I dot kisses along her jaw and neck.
“I…love you,” she gasps.
Sitting up, I wrap my hands around her delicate neck and watch her eyes grow heavy. “Such a pretty angel.”
I slow my rhythm, pulling my hips back. Her pussy tightens, trying to suck me back in. I smile down at my wife while she struggles to breathe.
