I’ve never trusted anyone enough to have unprotected sex before. I’ve always worn a condom.
But this is my wife. Mine. And when she murmurs, “Yes,” it’s consent from her for us to have no barrier between us.
My thoughts race ahead. I wonder how it will feel to be inside her with no barriers between us. To fill her with my cum. To mark her as mine in every way that matters.
It’s a kind of intimacy I never thought I’d ever experience. Not with my trust issues. Or my OCD. Or my need for control. But with her, I can be myself. I don’t need to hide anymore.
More importantly, it means she trusts me enough to want this too.
“I was wondering though…” She hesitates.
“Tell me, baby. Anything you want.” I search her features.
She tugs on my wrist and places my fingers around her throat. “What about breath play?”
I freeze. Yes, she indicated she wanted to experiment with it, but is it too early in our relationship to do that?
“I only took your virginity yesterday. Perhaps, we should wait until I've fucked you a few more times?” That’s what I say aloud, but I’m unable to stop myself from wrapping my fingers around her throat.
I squeeze gently.
Instantly, her pupils dilate. Color flushes her cheeks. She tightens her hold around my wrist.
“I want this.” The green circles around her irises flash. “I want to feel how it’d be if you held back my breath until the last second of my climax.”
Should I give in to the plea in her words?
Should I give in to this need clawing inside me to own the very air she breathes. It’s the ultimate sign of trust. The ultimate ownership of her. It feels incredibly special. My heart thunders in my chest. Lust shoots through my veins.
“Are you sure?”
She nods.
“I need to hear you say it, Ember. I need you to give me consent to control your breath.”
“I give you consent to control my breath.”
Her voice is eager, her gaze steady.
Fuck. My body feels like it’s on fire. I need to bury myself inside her. But first, I explain, “Anytime you want to stop, triple tap on my arm.”
She freezes, then nods. “Triple tap your arm if I want to stop.”
“You good?” I watch her closely.
“Yes.”
There’s no hesitation in her voice.
It spurs me on to squeeze down further, until her lips part. That’s when I thrust inside her. She’s moist enough that I slip in easily. I brush up against that soft spongy spot inside of her.
Her entire body jolts. She locks her legs around my waist. The angle causes me to slip in further.
"You feel so fucking soft. So incredibly hot. So tight."
Desire has my guts in thrall. My belly feels like there’s a fire lit inside.
I want to move slowly so she has time to adjust to my size again. But the lust that spirals through my veins is an aphrodisiac.
