I remove my hand from beneath her, slide it under her chin, lift her face out of the pillow, and turn her so she’s looking at me.
She looks up into my eyes. Her face is flushed, and her eyes are filled with emotion, although I can’t quite fathom what.
“I love you,” I repeat. I know she’s not ready to say it back, but I want her to know how I feel.
I lower my head and kiss her, and she opens her mouth to me, letting me slide my tongue in. The kiss turns fiery, explosive, and I can’t hold back any longer. I nudge her knees wider, slide the tip of my cock down into her, and press my hips forward.
She breaks the kiss and buries her face back in the pillow with a loud moan. I stop and let her adjust, pull back a little, then slide the rest of the way in.
Ohhh, the sensation of her clamped around me is magnificent. Jesus, it would be incredibly easy to come on the spot. I hang onto my willpower with my fingertips and start moving, groaning every time I move back and sink forward into her warm, moist depths.
“You feel so good,” I whisper.
“Mmm…” She widens her thighs, obviously enjoying it too. “It’s amazing…”
I kiss her neck, her ear, and her mouth when she turns her face to me. “You like feeling me inside you?” I murmur.
“Mmm…”
I move my hand beneath her and play with her nipple while I move. Her mouth opens under mine, and she gives a low moan.
“You like this position?” I clarify. “I’m not hurting you?”
“No… it feels good…”
“Nice and deep?”
“Yeah…”
I’d wondered why her previous partners hadn’t been able to bring her to orgasm, and had been concerned there might be a physical reason that would make it less pleasurable for her, but I think now it’s probably just because they didn’t take time to arouse her enough first. And she, not knowing any better, didn’t think to ask for more foreplay.
I love how responsive her body is to me, and I feel a flood of exultant joy as she trembles, and I can tell her orgasm isn’t far away. “I’d like to make you come,” I whisper in her ear. “Do you think you can come for me?”
“Ohhh… maybe…”
I lift my hand then, and stop touching her. “I’m going to tease it out of you, little Birdy, a fraction at a time, until you’re begging me to let you come.”
She rests her forehead on the pillow, while I continue to thrust slowly inside her.
“I’m not going to stop until you do,” I tell her, kissing her neck. I stroke her back, her sides, her shoulders and arms, then move my hand underneath her and circle over her clit again.
She moans. “Mars…”
“So soft…” I groan, fasten my mouth on the point where her pulse is beating, and suck.
Her body jerks and she squeals. “You’ll leave a mark.”
“Good. It’ll tell everyone you belong to me.” It wasn’t hard enough to mark her, but the thought of doing so kinda turns me on.
Her hands are tucked under the pillow. I pull her left one out, look at her wedding ring, and close my hand over it. “You’re mine,” I growl in her ear.
She moans.
“And I’m yours,” I add. “One hundred percent. Every part of me. My hands.” I brush a thumb over her bottom lip. “My mouth.” I kiss her neck. “My cock.” I give a slightly harder thrust, and she gasps. “Do you like that thought?”
“Oh…”
“I’m here to satisfy your every whim, Wren.” I kiss her neck or her mouth in between each sentence. “I want to spend all my money on you. To treat you like a queen. To give you pleasure as often as I can. And to give you a baby. Do you like that idea?”
