She was already my wife in my heart.
I cupped her face, lowering mine gently, kissing her, and pouring out every bit of love I felt for her. Trying to make her feel how much and how deeply I loved her. She had changed my whole life. I didn’t know what I would do without this woman, what life looked like now that I knew her, that I had her.
She was…how did you say someone was perfect when you knew there was no such thing. And yet…the beauty splayed before me on the counter? She was the most perfect being I had ever seen walk the earth.
With my forehead resting on hers, I whispered, forcing myself to rein in the lust. This was going to be our first time. We couldfucklater. Tonight…
“I want to make love to you,” I pulled back, just in time to witness her reaction. The initial shock and then tears in her eyes as she pulled me down for the most tender and loving kiss I had felt. We let it be innocent long enough to know the other felt the same way. Once there was mutual recognition for what this was, it quickly became a burning passion of just how much we both cared for the other.
Because I could admit to myself that, I wanted her to love me. I wanted to fool myself into thinking I had won the damn lottery in life, of having her pick me to love. But I couldn’t voice the question, the hope. I needed to hear it from her. I needed to hear her tell me over and over before I could believe it.
I picked her up by her thighs and carried her down the candle-lit hallway toward her bedroom. I gently laid her down, never breaking our kiss as I unbuttoned my shirt. Her hands worked with mine to rid me of the unnecessary clothing. I released her grip on me, my hands on the zipper at the back of her dress. My eyes asked the question that couldn’t leave my lips. I felt her arch into me and I wanted to take her then as I slowly, torturously, unzipped her dress, letting my fingertips brush her skin every now and then.
A tease, a taunt, for both of us.
When I reached the end of the zipper, I felt goose bumps across her skin, and a tiny moan escaped her mouth as she bit her lip, eyes closed like it was better than sex. I slipped my hands under her dress, gently sliding it off of her.
I was pretty sure that I’d never been this hard in my life. I was worried about getting lightheaded soon with all my blood moving to my other head. There was a real possibility I might tear right through these trousers. I stood up so she could slip the dress fully off, and when she did…as it slid down her body…my jaw dropped. I forgot how to breathe until like, the last possible moment before blacking out.
She was wearing a matching set of lingerie, with a garter attached to nude-colored tights.
Fuck.
I’d never cum in my pants before, not even when I was a teenage boy learning and doing all this shit for the first time, but, there was a first time for everything.
And I did.
My body shuddered as her fingertips grazed my chest and I kept eye contact with her. I couldn’t stop my body’s reaction to her as she watched me filling my fucking pants. I was slightly embarrassed she’d watched it happen, but she just smiled like the cheshire cat. She hurriedly dropped to her knees and pulled my pants down. My dick still hard, jumped at her touch.
Holy shit her hands are soft.
She stroked my cock, and as I started to get used to the feel of her hand, the sensitivity started to come down a little when I felt the warm touch of her tongue and her mouth was on me in seconds.
“O-o-oh, sshh-it!” She was sucking me like she was trying to drink a freshly made malt milkshake. Her tongue pressed firmly to the underside of my cock, massaging the vein that ran along there, as she cupped and massaged my balls. I gripped her head with a brutal force, trying to hold her still because it felt too good. I wasn’t going to last long. I was ready to bust again. I’d been fantasizing about this for months, and the fantasies didn’t even compare to reality.
“I need a minute baby,” I gritted out, pulling out slightly, pausing the building orgasm. Thankfully, graciously, she paused her ministrations. When I had a better handle on myself, I rubbed her cheek with my thumb, the head of my dick still in her mouth.
“Are you ready for me?” I smiled at her. She moaned around my dick, her lips vibrating my cock making my eyes and head lawl back as I started thrusting into her mouth, a little harder each time, easing myself down her throat. She relaxed her throat, letting me fuck her face while she looked up at me, her eyes shining with lust and abandon. She sent me closer and closer to the edge.
“Fuck,” I grunted. I looked down to tell her I was going to bust when I saw her touching herself. I could feel my lip curl, being spurred on by her eagerness, her willingness, “Good girl. Cum for me. I’m going to cum in your mouth. I need you to cum with me.”
She blinked at me and her hand speed increased, playing with herself, pushing herself as close to the edge as she could while she let me use her throat.
“Devin,” I moaned, grunting and thrusting my hips at an uneven pace, when I felt that shiver went down my spine, making my balls tighten. I felt her throat tighten as she swallowed, moaning around me.
“Are you ready for your treat?” My voice, much deeper and huskier than I’d ever heard myself. Her eyes closed and she swallowed my dick as I came down her throat. Roaring out her name, she sucked and swallowed every last drop. I looked down at her, her eyes half closed in post-nut ecstasy matching mine, and gently brushed her cheeks. She nuzzled into my palm, and I let myself believe that hope that she could love me. I gripped her face as I pulled my dick out of her throat.
“Good girl. But we’re not done.”
Chapter Thirty-Four:
Devin’s POV
Hearing him call me a good girl, with his voice all thick and husky, was like…the ultimate wet dream. I came so hard that my legs felt weak. I was so overstimulated and sensitive, trying to stand, my thighs pressing together and rubbing my clit didn’t help the situation. I sucked his dick as he pulled it out of my mouth, and smiled at him. I used my thumb to wipe my lips and sucked the cum off, looking him in the eye. His eyes darkened as he walked backwards towards the door.
“Get that scrumptious ass on the bed.Now.” The authority and bass in his voice made my core slick again. He walked through my bathroom door, and I was left kneeling on the floor, stunned.
Do I obey? Do I not?I was in the middle of deciding, having gone back and forth long enough that I didn’t notice him coming up behind me. I had finally figured out what I was going to do, and crawled onto the bed when I felt a sharp smack on my ass. I yelped, feeling the sting, as he darkly chuckled. I felt the bed dip as his skin warmed across mine and he leaned over my body to whisper lowly in my ear.
