White.
That color is beginning to taunt me as a memento of today, which to most is kind of fucked up for normal standards, and I treated today like a normal day at the office.
Until I said I do.
A sudden possessiveness and twist of satisfaction that I get to be her husband briskly breezes through me. Surely, it’s because I care for her, always have, and even when she makes no effort, she’s always painfully beautiful.
And now she’s unconventionally my wife.
With our eyes not breaking contact, she steps out of the dress, waiting for further instruction.
I grip her arms and turn her to press her back against my front in a flash, causing her to release a quiet yelp.
“You’ll listen like the good wife that you are,” I whisper heavily into her ear, and her body sinks into my touch.
“Yes, Husband.” I hear the smug smirk in her voice because she’s playing along.
But I’m not playing a game right now.
I widen my stance, encouraging her to wobble forward as I keep our bodies glued. Her legs touch the foot of the bed, and I nudge her calf, causing her knees to drop onto the mattress. She is now on all fours.
Planting one palm splayed down by her belly button, my other hand cups her breast to fondle, and her nipples are hard as pebbles. She draws in an audible breath from the touch.
“I wonder if you’re needy in a different way now,” I say against the back of her neck, causing her head to ease down.
“Oliver,” she softly grits out.
Abandoning her nipple that I twist once, I skate my fingers up to gingerly brush her hair to the side, and my lips feather kisses down the curve of her shoulder. “Is that a yes, Husband, I want your cock even more?”
I half-circle around her head and kiss her because she meets me halfway. It’s a firm kiss, and her tongue delves into my mouth for our tongues to duel. I don’t waste a second as soon as our kiss breaks.
I slide my palm down her belly to let her panties glove my hand, allowing my fingers to swipe along her pussy, surprised at the way her juices coat my skin.
“Ahh, so you do want me even more. You’re soaking,” I rasp. I guide her up to her knees, bringing her back against my front. My other hand returns to her breast, and I have her still firm in my grasp with her breath thick with pleasure.
Circling her clit, she attempts to find stability and touches the sides of my body. “Tsk-tsk, Wifey. Those arms need to be up and circled around my neck.” She doesn’t hesitate, and the moment her arms wrap around me, her body elongates, making it even easier to drive her crazy.
I slip one finger inside of her, and she squeezes instantly around my flesh.
“That feels too good,” she hums. “More.”
I’m so thankful that Hailey isn’t shy in the bedroom because I keep going. Another finger and I lick and kiss her neck, and I pinch her nipple with a little extra force which causes her to yelp then moan.
“There is something about you right now that has me about to lose it.” I push her forward until she is on her hands and knees. Lowering myself, I lick her from behind over the lace of her panties with one sweep of my tongue.
“Fuck, Oliver.”
I still mid flick of my tongue. “Yes, Wife?”
“Can my husband just skip this? I need you inside me.” It’s a torturous plea.
Gently spanking her once, I dig my fingers into the skin of her ass. “I haven’t even done anything yet,” I say as I skim her panties down her thighs with urgency before pushing her back to all fours and kissing her pussy and returning to exactly where I was, this time my tongue diving inside of her to flick against her walls.
I’m completely drowning in wanting to do everything with her.
Noticing that her hands are clawing the bed, I smirk to myself with pride. “There is something about you writhing under me that’s dangerous. I might take you to the edge then stop as punishment.”
“No. Don’t do that,” she weeps and pants. “I want to come on your cock.”
