The music starts up again, and the party escalates with celebration, but Ringo’s heated gaze tells me he wants something else, and just that look has me ready for what he has in store.
“I’m ready when you are,” I whisper, and his grin spreads so damn wide.
“Our first time was on our wedding night, Angel. Are you ready to take it to another level?”
I nod, my heart fluttering with anticipation.
“I’m ready, husband.” I grin. “Let’s go.”
39
My wife stares up at me, completely naked as I take her in, and fuck, how didn’t I notice her tits getting bigger? She’d stopped breastfeeding at the start of this year, and although I still suckled on her ripe pink nipples, her milk eventually dried up.
I don’t think there’s anything sexier than my wife carrying a child. And this time, the miracle growing inside her is also a part of me.
Fuck, I’m blown away.
I’m also hard as hell, fucking drooling to sink inside her, so I drag my shirt over my head and pop the button on my pants as I point to the bed.
“Bend over.”
Even though there’s an eyebrow raise, she does what she’s told, turning her back on me and bending over the mattress, poking her perfect round globes towards me.
“Face on the bed, and use your hands to part your cheeks.”
Again, my Angel does as she’s told, now very used to me directing her.
Resting her head on the mattress, she reaches back, gripping her arse and pulls her cheeks apart to expose her pretty little puckered rose.
Fuck, my cock jumps at the sight.
“We’re using the big one tonight,” I tell her, reaching for the black teardrop shaped plug with the jewel in the end.
“The big one? We haven’t used that one before.” She squeaks, and I grin, loving how she sounds a little scared, yet spreads those cheeks wider.
“It’s okay, Angel. You can take it.”
Her breathing quickens noticeably as I reach for the lube and start coating the plug.
“Colour?” I ask, and her husky aroused voice answers quickly.
“Green.”
“Good girl.” I smirk, drizzling more lube between her cheeks, watching it run over the entrance of her back passage, and she moans, squirming her hips like she’s hungry for her arse to be filled.
My Angel has come a long way since the first night I met her. She’s very much her own sexual being now, and mostly prefers me to take control and be more dominant, letting her fall into her submissive tendencies so she doesn’t have to think or make decisions.
She just gets to feel.
“You want this to fill your tight arse?” I ask, holding it in front of her face so she can see just how big it is, and her breathy moan follows as she nods.
“Yes.”
I don’t hesitate then, pressing the tip to her back entrance and slowly easing it in.
She helps by spreading her cheeks wide, but when the size of it meets the resistance of the tight ring of muscle just inside, I smooth my hand over her globe.
“Relax, Angel. Let me fill you.”
