I realize that evening, the first she danced Hermia's role, that noone else would ever touch her again because she is always going to be mine. I just need to make sure she understands that.
At night as we dry off from our shower and get ready for bed, she yawns and stretches those fucking amazing legs as she wraps her arms around my waist. Already my cock is rock hard from the shower and I am ready to bury it in her for the rest of the night. I am smashed against that tight belly looking at those marvelous tits and an extraordinary pair of blue eyes.
“Have I told you yet how proud I am?” I lick her lips wanting to kiss her deeper.
“You have a million times, Mr. Cock.” Her smile is infectious; I could eat it right off her fucking face.
“Just wanted to make sure you heard me, Red.” I rub my cock up and down her belly desperate to be inside of her.
“It was fun tonight,” she says, pulling on me as I lengthen in her palm. She kisses my neck and my nipples. God, I fucking love this woman. “As much as I adored being on the stage, I’m glad I’m switching to therapy.” She offers a sweet smile as she lets me go, sliding into our bed.
“Oh?” I glide in right beside her.
“That exhilaration, feeling my body express the character’s feelings, knowing it was working at its optimal physical condition, it’s a rush, almost as good as the one you give.” She tugs on my cock for emphasis. “But I’ve had my moment in the spotlight, I don’t need more. I want to use dance to help others as much as it has helped me.” She settles into my side.
“You do need more time in that spotlight, infinitely more, but you’re altruistic and saintly, my tiny dancer, and for you, that’s the bigger thrill. Expect to see me front and center every night for the rest of this run since it’s all I’m going to have.” I am saddened by the thought of never seeing her dance again.
“I’ll still dance, just maybe not with the New York City Ballet.” She traces my cock over her slick entrance, wetting me, making me groan.
“I’ll agree to anything you think is right for you, but I sort of love you entering my field of work.” I grab her leg and hook it over my arm, she is so flexible I could bring it to my ear if I wanted, but I just need to open her up for me, that first thrust always causes her a little pain.
“Ah,” she winces and cries out and I ease up a little, too desperate to be inside of her.
“Sorry,” I kiss her lips. “I’m always so fucking crazy for you.” I am mindless at times to be connected to her.
“I like it,” she says as she has on several occasions. “Take me hard tonight, Mr. Cock. I want to feel you all the way up to my throat.” She laughs knowing how kinky and absurd it is.
“I want to stay buried in you all night,” I voice a fantasy I’d always had, keeping myself hard enough to stay inside of her forever…
“Then do.” She is the one who presses me in as she moves her hips forward and claims my mouth with a feral need.
I fuck my wife to the moon and back that night. Something about seeing her dance so elegantly, knowing she nearly died in a car accident, was kidnapped, and survived; all of it makes me crave her with feral desire. If a raw pounding with a nine-inch dick says I love you, then I am screaming it from the rooftops over and over until she and I are so drenched in the dampness of our exertion, we are bathing in each other. Seeing her sleep in my arms after being thoroughly fucked by me is absolute bliss.
“Morning,” she leans over and kisses my head before she gets up and goes to the bathroom which is fairly normal for her but I notice there is a small circle of blood left on the sheets.
I worry that I might have taken her too roughly, so I jump out of bed and move quickly to our bathroom to find her sitting on the toilet hunched over with her hands clutching her belly.
“Are you okay?” I ask, deeply concerned. “Did I hurt you last night? When you’re done, I want to look at you.” I am suddenly more doctor than husband.
She lifts her head and smiles at me. “Aunt Flo, no need to worry. I’m just a little crampier than usual. Ugh, they always say she likesweddings, parties, and vacations. I guess she likes to be a lead dancer as well. Eww, ugh, ouch.” She doubles over again.
I ruffle her hair and kiss her hand. “Women are miraculous creatures.” I leave then and get her some Motrin for the pain. “Do you need anything else?” I ask hoping the cramps will subside so she can dance that night.
“Just a hot pad and another kiss.” She lifts her face to me and I give her one helluva kiss. Her happiness at receiving my kiss makes me want to cover her in them. “At least we know I’m not having another baby.” Her smile fades a little.
There is a pang in my heart at the thought. “I’m actually a little sad about that. I mean I know it's too soon, Rayne is so young, but I always wanted a sibling. I got one… eventually,” I laugh to lighten the mood. “But she’s just a pain in my ass.” I know this will rile her.
“Ah, so I must be a pain in your ass too, because Mia and I are only two months apart and are sisters in spirit.” She gives me a bratty little grin followed by a wince.
“You sure I didn’t break you?” Guilt floods every nerve.
“Nope. You have a huge cock, my dear husband, but it’s not gonna break me.” She smiles and starts wiping and fuck, I probably need to take her to the doctor if she continues to have such a heavy flow.
“That’s a lot, Scarlett. Your cycle has just come back, but that’s pretty heavy. Did you have them like this before Rayne?”
I know a lot about women’s cycles and fertility, only because it is an area of study that fascinates me. It can definitely be heavier after having a baby. Her body has changed after giving birth so I really shouldn't be worried, but Scarlett is the only woman I'd ever been so fully enamored with. Every single thing that happens to her creates a sense of stress and concern for me.
“Sometimes.” She brushes it off and puts in the diva cup we keep in the drawer next to the toilet. “I’m just fine, only a little crampy. You jostled but didn’t break me. I’m good. I just need some meds, a heating pad, and a nap.” She stands up, kisses my cheek, washes her hands, and takes the medication I gave her.
