Page 77 of Trust Me With Forever

“Well, then it’s time for me to convince you of how fucking beautiful you are.”

And I kissed her.

Her lips parted instantly, and I devoured her. Every lick and lap and twirl made me groan.

She whimpered before murmuring, “Please, Rafe. I need more. Much more.”

I cupped her cheek. “What do you want, wife?”

The word had slipped out, but Abby didn’t bat an eye as she replied, “For my husband to fuck me. Hard. Like he promised.”

With a growl, I pushed her back toward the bed, and she sat. “Take off your panties, lie down, and show me what’s mine.”

Abby didn’t hesitate to do as I said, reclining back as she spread her legs wide.

I drank her in for a second, eager to touch every inch of her. Abby’s voice brought me back to the present when she asked, “Why are you staring at me?”

Looking at her eyes again, I replied, “Because you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life.” Before she could protest, I knelt between her thighs on the mattress and rubbed her inner thighs. “I love your long legs, your curves, your pert little nipples.” Leaning down, I took one into my mouth and suckled. At Abby’s cry, I gently bit her.

“Rafe, yes. That feels so good.”

I released her and blew over her wet flesh. I loved how goosebumps rose on her skin. “Let’s see if the other one tastes just as good.”

I repeated my torture with her other nipple, and Abby’s hand went to my head. Wanting to drive my wife even more out of her mind, I ran a hand down her belly, slowly, stopping just above her clit.

As I continued to caress her skin just above where she wanted, Abby growled, “Stop teasing me.”

With a smile, I released her nipple and met her gaze again. “What, you want a guy who pumps a few times, rolls over, and leaves you frustrated?”

“Of course not. But I’m impatient. I’ve wanted this…”

I moved my hands to her hips, stroking them, as I asked, “Wanted this, what?”

Her cheeks heated. “For a long time.”

“How long?”

“You’re really going to make me say it?”

I moved my hands to her breasts and gently fondled them. “Tell me, love. I want to know.”

She glanced away. “Since I was sixteen.”

After releasing her breasts, I gently cupped her face and made her look at me again. “I wasn’t even here.”

“I know that! But that’s the thing about dreams and fantasies—they don’t require real people. I can do whatever I want, with whomever I want.”

I leaned down, propping myself up on my forearms. But the second my cock laid against her pussy, we both made low sounds in our throats.

Abby’s voice was strained as she asked, “Do we really need to talk about this now?”

I moved my hips, my dick running through her pussy lips, and I let out another drop of precum. “You’re so fucking wet, Abigail. For me?”

She bit her lip and nodded.

I kissed her, taking my time to nibble and lick and explore every inch of her mouth. My cock ached, and I wanted nothing more than to be inside her. And yet, I had to kiss her. I needed to.

This was more than just sex to me. It was the first time I’d ever be making love to a woman.

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