But I also know this time it’s different. This time I’ll be sliding inside of her as her husband; I’ll be filling my wife with my cock and my cum.
I swing the door open and scoop my wife up into my arms. She lets out a squeal of surprise as her arms wrap around my neck. The feel of her in my arms, the way she rests her head on my shoulder as if she trusts me, is everything.
“Rook,” she says my name with her voice filled with a giggle and her blue eyes sparkle with something too real to name. And it’s far too soon.
Right?
Even though I’ve fallen in love with my wife, which was happening even as I tried to deny that I had space in my life for a woman like her, I don’t expect her to return those feelings. Not yet. Not with the way this all began.
“Are you nervous?” I don’t mean to ask the question, but it slips out as I stride through the house after kicking the door closed behind me.
I don’t stop until I’m in my room. As I glance around, I’m glad I redid everything in here and it no longer looks like the same room I was in while going through puberty. I wouldn’t bring my wife back to that room.
Still, it’s probably not quite what she was expecting.
“Sorry,” my voice is hesitant, “I know it’s not much in here. I’ve thought about taking over the primary bedroom, but I didn’t want to do anything without your input.”
I lower her to her feet, my body shuddering at the feel of her soft curves sliding down the length of me. She feels so damn good against me. My hands flex on her hips as I hold her close to me.
Because I need it.
The comfort.
The heat of her.
Meadow gives me a soft smile as her hands glide up and down my chest. Then she’s unbuttoning my shirt. Slowly. So, fucking slowly that it’s on the verge of being maddening.
“I am nervous,” she admits softly. Then she’s deliberately looking around my room, and I have to wonder what she sees.
There’s not much to it. A closet. A bed. A dresser and two bedside tables. It’s simple. The comforter is dark blue, but it’s nothing fancy. Her space is so much cozier.
“This is nice,” she tells me, honesty ringing through her words. “I don’t need some fancy room, not when the real show here is the land. That’s what matters.” Her blue eyes study my face. “If you’re ready to convert the primary bedroom into yours, then I’d be happy to help you.”
“Ours,” I rasp.
She looks up at me in confusion as she glides her hands along my chest and pushes my now unbuttoned shirt over my shoulders. It falls to the ground, the sound of the fabric gentle in the quiet room.
My hands slide over her hips, and I start to gather the bottom of her dress in my hands, bunching it up at her hips until I get to the hem. Then I’m pulling it up and off.
“It’s our room,” I clarify.
Her pupils dilate and I suck in a breath as I look down at my wife clad only in white lace. It’s so fucking sexy, and my cock is throbbing behind the fly of my jeans as if trying to escape and bury himself inside of her tight, wet heat. His favorite place.
Mine too.
“I want you to do whatever you want to the house, Meadow,” I tell her honestly. “I need you to feel at home here.”
If she can hear the desperation in my voice, she doesn’t comment on it, only nods her head slowly as if she’s turning my words over in her head. When her hands drop down to my belt, I still. My eyes sharpen as I watch her.
The slight tremor in her hands gives her away.
“You don’t need to be nervous,” I whisper. “Nothing has changed between yesterday and today when it comes to you giving yourself to me. You were mine yesterday. You’re mine today, but now with jewelry involved.”
“Pretty important jewelry,” she sasses and I can’t help but smile.
I take her mouth in a brutal kiss and pour everything I feel for her into it. I hope she can feel the way I need her, the way I want her, the way I’ll always want her.
I undress her until she’s standing in front of me bare before I follow and strip the rest of my clothes. There’s something fragile in standing in front of my wife completely naked.
