Page 60 of Batter Up!

“Was that really only this morning?” Molly asked with a contented sigh. “But this does feel right.”

“You know one thing that would help my ass feel better?” I asked with one eyebrow arching.

“Let me guess? Wedding night sex?”

I had to laugh; she knew me so well. “I was actually thinking more along the lines of wedding night making love.”

“Oh, yeah?” She turned around in my arms so we were chest to chest. “And what will make it ‘making love’ and not just ‘sex’?” She put up her fingers in the quotation gesture and then laid her hands down and wrapped them around my neck.

I grinned down at her. “Well, first, we’ll lather up and get nice and clean. I will probably make you orgasm at least once here in the tub with my fingers before laying you out on our bed and kissing and loving every single inch of you. Then, I will glide into you with our eyes connected and slowly show you how much I need you, want you, and love you.”

Molly’s eyes were half-hooded with passion as she nodded eagerly. “Yes, please. I want all of that.” She moaned as my fingers found her pussy, and even in the water, I could tell she was wet for me already. “Oh, yeah. Oh, Tyler. Oh. Oh. I. Oh. I love you. Yes. Right there!”

I had to smirk at the sounds of her moans that were just for me. I loved this woman with everything I was, and I would show her just how much tonight.

It didn’t take long for her orgasm to cause her body to vibrate above me, and soon, her head was laying on my chest as she came back down from the high I had just given her. I reached for the loofa and her lavender soap and began washing her back, arms, and taking extra time around her plump ass.

“Hmmm. I could get used to this,” she said as she kissed my jaw.

“You deserve to be pampered,” I said as I turned her gently around and began massaging the body wash into her breasts and over her growing stomach. She continued to kiss down my neck as I washed her. She then sat up, took the loofa and washed my neck and chest, and then took her time washing my abdomen and my cock.

“Careful,” I said without any bite. “I don’t want to come until I’m inside you.”

“Well, then, let’s dry off and get to bed,” Molly said with an anxious grin.

“Baby, we are going to take it slow tonight.” My cock twitched at her pout. I couldn’t wait to be inside her, either. “We only get one wedding night.”

Molly nodded and then leaned up and kissed my lips. “We’ll see how slow you can go once we get started. When I wrap my legs around you and you feel my heat, you won’t be able to go slow, love.”

“Challenge accepted,” I stated, smiling widely, causing my dimples to pop in my cheeks.

One thing known about baseball catchers was the fact that we could be patient and had to know how to anticipate how the ball was going to be thrown. I could anticipate all my girl's needs and would soon have her melting in my arms.

We got out of the tub together, and I wrapped her in the towel from the rack. I grabbed another towel and quickly dried myself off. Before she was even dry, I grabbed her in my arms and carried her bridal style to the bed. She squealed and giggled as I dropped her on the bed, and I had to laugh as she bounced a little.

The towel came undone from her body, and I began to kiss every inch of her, as promised. I started at her toes and worked my way up her legs, kissing her hips and up her ribcage, making sure to give her tattoos some extra attention. I found myself taking extra time feasting on her right breast before continuing up her neck, lips, cheek, eyelids, and her forehead. Then, I began the trek backwards down the left side of her body and had her squirming. “You’re ridiculous,” she panted. “Kiss me down the middle. Please, Ty.”

“Oh, I like that begging, baby. The middle, you say?” I looked into her eyes and gave her a cocky grin. I kissed her in the center of her forehead and down her nose. I lingered on her lips, and my tongue delved in for a duel with her tongue for a bit. Then, I kissed the tip of her chin and in between her beautiful breasts, causing her to giggle. I kissed down her stomach and even stuck my tongue inside her navel. She laughed and swatted at my head and pushed me downwards. I chuckled and kissed down towards her mound by veering to the side and kissing around it.

“Tyler!” she moaned, and I could barely make out what she said next. I’m pretty sure it was, “I said the middle.”

I chuckled again and kissed on the other side of her inner thigh as she tried to move her center to my mouth. I brought my lips to the juncture of her legs and found her slick and wet. I lapped at her folds with my tongue and loved hearing her little whimpers as I put my arm over her stomach to limit the amount of thrashing she was doing. My girl, I mean my wife, was good and ready for me. I enjoyed the taste of her on my tongue and tried not to grin when I bit around her clit and she screamed something which may have been my name.

I pulled myself up and over her and began to feast on her breasts again, reveling in how much bigger they already were. I brought my hand back down to her center and entered her with one finger. I soon added a second finger and loved the feeling of her walls tightening around my fingers. My cock twitched and couldn’t wait to feel the same feeling.

“I need you, Ty,” Molly moaned, and I raised my head to look into her eyes. They were half-hooded and filled with passion. “I need you and only you.”

I pushed myself up and kissed her lips. “You have me.”

I brought my tip to her entrance and saw that her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed. “Molly. Look at me, baby.”

She brought her head up and looked at me with a lazy smile on her face, “I love you, Ty.”

I entered her slowly and brought my hands up to stroke her cheek as I filled her. “I love you so much.”

“You’re mine forever,” she declared as she reached her hands up and wrapped them around my neck.

“For-Ev-Er!” I said with a laugh, imitating Squints from The Sandlot.

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