"Brandon and your brother don't count." A snort of a laughter leaves her.
"How do you even know these things?"
"I talk to the locals, and they're not afraid to share, especially after a few drinks."
I'm good at remembering faces and names along with details. It's a skill set I developed young. Back then it was about getting ahead, but this is different. Here people know all about my wife, and I want to know those things too. We grew up so differently.
"No boys in my bedroom," she admits.
"You ever touch yourself here?" I press my cock into her pussy.
"Yes."
A small groan leaves me, imagining her slipping her hand down her panties and making herself orgasm.
"The last time?" I need to know.
"The other day." I want a front-row show, but I don't think I'd make it through without pouncing on her. Tinsley's cheeks start to flush.
"What were you thinking about?" I have a pretty good idea, but I want her to admit she touched herself to thoughts of me.
"You know what? I was thinking about you, and I have to tell you it was very anticlimactic." Does she think that's a jab at me? The smugness in her tone and on her beautiful face says it does.
"I'm sorry you were left disappointed." My own way of poking back at her is being agreeable. She wants a fight, but I can't say I don't enjoy that and most certainly love my front-row seat to those too. "Now that we're married, you come to me and I'll take care of it for you."
"You're rather cocky. How do I know you’ll be able to get the job done correctly?”
"I wouldn't say I'm cocky; I'm only confident that I will make you come for me, and hey, if you say I fucking suck, I'll keep on training until I get it right."
"Really?" Her nose scrunches.
"Are you serious right now?"
"I don't know. A lot of men aren't that way."
"You need to give up the side business you got going on on social media. It's got your bar for men on the fucking ground." She softens a fraction under me.
"Yeah, it has jaded me a little."
"Allow me the pleasure oftrying to raise it for you." I put the try in there with purpose. It should never be a task that is complete. Every day you keep it up.
“Okay.” It comes out sultry, her breathing already picking up. “We have to be quick.”
“And quiet,” I whisper next to her ear, and she gives a slight nod.
The feel of her small, soft body under mine has possessive thoughts flooding me. That Tinsley is not only mine to protect and care for, but she's also mine to play with. To do all the dirty things that have been flooding my mind for days. I need to remind myself that I need to take it slow. But I can have a little taste.
I slightly rock my hips, rutting my dick against her pussy as I keep kissing along her neck and jaw, getting off on the small hitches of her breathing. It feels perverse doing this here, but I’mnot stopping. The way she’s reacting to me tells me she doesn’t want me to either. She likes the thrill of what we’re doing in her childhood bedroom.
When I rock my hips harder and a louder moan comes from her, I lift my head to claim her mouth. I grip her chin in a firm hold as I deepen the kiss and keep rutting on top of her, the need to consume her crawling inside of me desperately trying to get out.
I let her chin go but not her wrists. I keep them locked above her head as my other hand roams her body, under her sweater. I shouldn’t push it up, but fuck it. This morning she taunted me with those tiny puckered nipples, and I need my mouth on them.
I shove her shirt up, revealing her spectacular tits to me.
"Pierce—" She squirms, not sure what she fully needs.
"Be still for me, baby; I need to see you." I have no clue what I’m doing, but I’m a quick study. Her body will tell me everything I need to know. I cup one of her tits in my hands, feeling it out and memorizing every detail. It's a perfect handful for me, her small pink tips begging for my attention.
