Page 174 of Westin

I push my fingers to the middle knuckle. She’s soft, hot, and tight around them. A tear slips from her eye and etches towards her temple. Her pussy contracts, the entrance drenched.

Gently, I finger her, making sure I don’t hurt the sensitive muscle gripping me. She’s writhing against her bonds. I can tell the feeling is overwhelming. Her lips tremble, but her ass is loosening, ready for me to push inside it.

I pull my fingers free and reach for the lube again. This time, I pour even more into my palm and stroke my cock, getting it soaked. Her eyes meet mine as I kneel over her, dipping my hips down to line my cock up with her asshole.

“Please,” she whispers.

“I’ll be gentle, darling,” I say.

She nods. “I meant please fuck me there, sir.”

Jesus Christ, it takes everything I have not to thrust hard. One hand between us to guide me, I grit my teeth and press against her ass. She’s relaxed, but I’ve always been a little too big for her to take.

“Bear down the way you did with the plug, darling,” I gasp.

She obeys as I press, and the head of my cock slips into her tight opening. My vision stutters as a little cry slips from her mouth. I bend, catching it on my tongue, easing my hips. The tight ring of muscle strokes down the length of my cock as I push to the hilt.

“God fucking damn it,” I gasp. “I love you.”

She writhes in response, knuckles white, toes curled. Her body is spread open and restrained under mine. Beautiful, receptive. I kiss her, nipping her soft lower lip.

“Can you take it?”

She nods. “Yes, sir, I can.”

I brace myself over my wife and pull out halfway, giving her a smooth stroke back in. She bucks her hips. I give her another thrust, and she moans out loud, letting me know I can pick up the pace. In less than a minute, we’re both panting, bodies colliding as the bed slams into the wall.

This is all I’ve ever wanted: to be hers and for her to be mine.

In the dim light, our eyes lock, and something like magic tingles between us. I dip down, kissing her mouth, consuming her breath, letting her beg for more as I pull back. She puts out her tongue, and I spit on it and lick it off, my hips still working with lazy strokes.

I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to find more ways to touch her more deeply. To feel her from the inside. To know her. To love her.

I touch her clit, stroking it softly. She comes in a rush, in a swell. Her head falls back, and in that moment, I have nothing to hold back.My pleasure is a wave that washes over us both and leaves me weak against her body.

“I love you too,” she whispers.

I kiss her throat. Then, I get up and pull my cock from her body and unfasten her restraints. She’s quiet and pliant in my arms as I carry her to the bathroom. She lets me take off her leather collar before I lift her into the shower naked, save the little gold necklace. I press my lips to her wet hair, my body against hers, our arms wrapped around each other.

I clean her gently, and she cleans me too. I carry her to the bed and tuck her in before disappearing downstairs to get her more water.

On the kitchen table, in the fruit bowl, is an apple.

I stare at it for a long moment before I pick it up and go back upstairs. She offers me a shy smile when I sink down on the edge of the bed. I set the water down and lift the apple to my face.

It smells like summertime, like the day I took her virginity, like something beautiful is just beginning.

I take a bite and put it on her tongue. She closes her lips over it, crushing the crisp fruit between her teeth. Her lashes flutter and close as her breasts heave.

“Now I really do feel married,” she whispers.

I have no words. Instead, I bend in and kiss her mouth.

Sweet like Diane.

Sweet like the beginning of forever.

Her eyes are getting so heavy, she can barely hold them up. I set aside the apple core and ease her down, laying her cheek against the pillow. Her lashes flutter, and I stroke my fingers through her hair until they fall against her cheek as her breathing deepens.

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