She laughs and reaches for me, grabbing the front of my shirt and pulling me up for a kiss. She hesitates momentarily and then moans as she tastes herself on my lips and draws me in deeper.
Fire roars through me, my cock so hard I’m sure it’ll rip through my jeans, but as much as I want to drive deep inside that sweet pussy, I force myself to be a gentleman and pull back, giving her space to breathe.
At least for now.
I shift over on the couch next to her and pull her against my chest, one arm locked around her like she’s always belonged right there, without question.
She fits perfectly. Warm, soft, and relaxed in a way that tells me she feels it, too. But there’s more to it. There’s an electricity between us that I’m not ready to let go of yet.
“Well?”
She tilts her head up to look at me, her eyes glazed and lips curved into the cutest, dazed smile I’ve ever seen.
“I don’t think I even need to ask if it lived up to the hype.”
She laughs. I swear to God, it’s the sweetest fucking sound in the world. “No.”
“No?” I pull back in shock. There’s no fucking way.
I felt the way she exploded all over my tongue. Tasted her sweet cream. Felt every vibration in her body as she lost control for the first time.
For me.
Maisy slips out from under my arms and crawls over me, so she’s straddling my lap.
Damn. What did I say about confidence being sexy?
My cock throbs with need for my wife. And when she drops herself down, grinding her pussy against my denim-clad crotch, I’m totally lost to her.
“I think,” she kisses me, sucking my lip between her teeth, “I need,” she traces one finger down my chest, teasing the heated skin beneath the buttons, “the full experience to make a proper judgment.”
A growl rumbles from my chest. My hands clamp onto her hips, stilling her. If she keeps grinding on my cock like that, I’m not going to be held responsible for my actions.
“You want the full experience, do you, wifey?”
She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, but only for a second, the only indication that she’s maybe not quite as confident as she’s trying to be. And she nods.
“Tell me,” I command. I slide one hand up, between her full tits, up the curve of her neck to hold her under the chin. She trembles at my touch. Her breath is coming in sharp pants. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
Her eyes lock on mine. “I want my big, sexy, cowboy husband to give me an orgasm with…” Her hand slips down, cupping the throbbing bulge between us. “This.”
“Giddy up, sweetheart.”
Maisey
Who evenamI?
Only a few hours ago, I was a broke college graduate with mountains of debt and no prospects. And now…
Holy shit.
I don’t even recognize myself, but at this moment, with the sexiest man I’d ever seen, let alone been with,I didn’tneedto recognize myself.
At least not my old self.
Because I was enjoying this new,marriedversion of myself.
Quite a bit, thank you very much.
