Open.
Vulnerable.
Ready to step into life with her with nothing hidden and everything on the table.
She takes me in and then closes the distance between us. Our skin touching feels like a sigh, like it’s just what I need. This time she reaches for me first, pulling me down until she can kiss me. Every time she’s the one to initiate any affection it feels like a fucking victory.
“Wildflower,” I rasp against her lips, “you’re so beautiful.”
She melts into my body, and I pick her up and lay her gently on the bed, following her down to cover her with my frame. The way she arches her back, pressing her perfect tits against my chest tells me just how much she needs me.
The passion my wife contains is something to marvel at.
My mouth slides along her jaw and then down the column of her neck. I kiss and nip along her skin, needing to leave my mark behind. Because her wearing my ring just isn’t enough.
One day I’ll be putting my baby in her belly. Then she’ll be tied to me completely. I can’t fucking wait.
When I get to her breasts, I suck one of her nipples into my mouth as my hand slides between her thighs. Her pussy is gushing the evidence of how turned on she is, and I let out a groan from the back of my throat at how fucking good she feels.
“Always ready for me,” I growl the words around her tit, and she pushes more of her flesh into my mouth.
If I could devour her whole, I would.
“Please,” she moans, her hips jerking as I plunge two fingers inside of her tight channel. I curl them exactly right, the pads of my fingers finding the spot inside of her that makes her gasp my name in a way I’m addicted to.
“After tonight,” my voice drops an octave after I pop off her nipple and leave her skin glistening with my saliva, “there’s no going back.”
It’s a warning. It’s a promise.
“Rook,” her voice is breathless, “I need you. Please. I want you to fuck me.” When I lock eyes with her, she looks dazed, like she’s barely holding onto her sanity. Her expression clears for a moment; the lust momentarily pushed to the side. “I don’t want to go back,” she whispers the words like a confession.
Fuck.
That’s all I need to hear.
I shift slightly, positioning myself between her spread legs. I grip the outside of her knee and hike her leg up and over my waist as I position the tip of my cock at her entrance. Our eyes lock and we take a collective breath before I plunge inside of her in one claiming thrust.
Her hips jolt and her back arches, but she doesn’t look away. I don’t either. I can’t.
I don’t want to.
I won’t.
Not today. Not ever.
“Wife,” I rasp the word, feeling it fill my mouth and my heart.
“Husband,” she moans as her hands grip my shoulders.
Fuck me.
“You feel so good. The way you’re squeezing me,” I grit out and blow a heavy breath out through my nose.
I start fucking her, my movements fast and hard. I watch as her mouth falls open on a silent scream. I can feel the way her walls flutter around my length. She’s close.
So, fucking close.
“I want you to come on my cock,” my words are pleading. “Show me how good it feels, Wildflower.”
