My wife’s lush body.
My wife, wrapped in lace, putting herself on display for me.
I scramble off the bed and cross to her, mouth agape, eyes gobbling her up.
“Hello,” I say hoarsely.
“This was the other thing I thought aboutwearing when you came home last night,” she says softly, her eyes bright and full of desire. “But then I stole your jersey and that was even better.”
“This is… wow…” I trace my hands over her as I drop to my knees in front of her and press my face to her bare hip, to the soft curve of her belly. “Marry me.”
“Already did.”
“Intentionally this time.” I kiss the soft hair on her mound, then lower until I have to lift her thigh onto my shoulder to keep licking my way to her hot, wet center. She leans back against the doorframe, softly moaning as I spread her open and take a good look at what’s mine.
“I could put a ring on you right here,” I murmur as I kiss her clit. The taut little bundle jumps at the touch, so I lick it again, playing with my prize. “You’re such a good girl, I bet you’ve never even thought about getting pierced like that.”
She laughs under her breath and rocks her hips at me. “Never.”
“I like the idea of my pretty wife having a little bead rubbing against her clit all day, making her horny for her husband.”
“I’m already horny for you,” she pants. “Had to go home to get something pretty to wear for you tonight.”
“I’ll try my best not to rip it as I fuck you into tomorrow, then.” I make a satisfied sound as I nuzzle deeper into her, getting her slickjuices all over my face. Fuck, she smells good. “You aren’t sore from last night?”
“No,” she murmurs. “But I feel…”
She whines and wriggles her hips.
“What? What do you need, my sexy girl?”
“You. Inside me. I feel empty.” Her breath comes faster now as I lick and suck at her, looking up the whole time.
“I know, baby. I want to be inside you too. But you’re so fucking sweet. I always want your scent on my face. You’re all mine, only mine.”
She repeats it, breathing that she’s mine over and over again as I drag my tongue against her clit and lash her with pleasure.
But when she starts to rock her hips against my face, chasing her first climax, I pull away, wanting to keep her on that ledge.
Standing up, I kiss her, then pick her up, her lace wrap fluttering around us, and I carry her to bed.
My bed, our bed, the bed I want to conceive our first child in, if last night didn’t do the job already. My cock throbs at the reminder of how she wrapped her legs around me and held me inside, greedy for my seed.
She arches her back as I lay her down, her tits jiggling, big and soft and so fucking inviting.
I curve over her, burying my face between them, breathing in her unique scent, that bright spark of youthful enthusiasm that should betotally off-limits, but I lucked myself into claiming it forever.
Mine. My wife. My beautiful, wonderful bride. I brace my hands on either side of her body and take a deep breath as I push up again, surging up to hover above her. Her hair is spread across the pillow in waves of mahogany silk, making her look like a young goddess, far too tempting for this world, for this mere middle-aged mortal. “Tell me if you need me to slow down.”
She stares up at me in innocent confusion. “Why would I…”
“I’ve never felt this way about anyone. This… possessive. This…” I exhale lustily. “Fucking hell, Molly, I want all of you, all of the time. I want to bury myself between your thighs and never stop making you come. But this is new for you, and?—”
“I’m not sore. I promise.” She pushes at the waistband of my boxer briefs.
The first cool wrap of her fingers around my cock makes me buck like a young stud, desperate to breed a fresh filly.
She works the fat head of my cock against her slick, wet entrance, her heat surrounding me, tempting me to thrust hard, to surge deep.
