Page 48 of What She Wants

Marín’s grunt is somewhere near pleasure and pain as he gets closer to his release. I hear the echo of his smack traveling through the room before I feel the sting on my ass. He says a lot of things in Spanish as his body stiffens and his cum coats my aching walls.

We both work to catch our breaths and recuperate from our quickie.

“Now, let’s go shower, wife. I need to have my first meal as a married man.”

I give him a strange look. “We literally ate right after the ceremony.”

Marín chuckles despite the dirty promises in his eyes. “I was talking about your pussy.”

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Marín

After our shower, Esme is spread across my bed and all I can do is lick my lips. It isn’t that I haven’t had her but there’s something about Esme being my wife and it has a nice ring to it.

“Mrs Delgado…” I call her out like that and damn, her smiling at me makes it all worth it. “Bend your knees for me, baby.”

Her complying without giving me a bit of her sexy ass responses makes me happier and hornier. I like that she has her moments and I have mine. Right now, this is about us christening our wedding night and not giving a damn about everything else that happened.

That’s something to think about while we relax. For now, I’m going to feast on my wife’s pussy and show her just how much more I know her body than anyone else she could ever come across, ex-boyfriends included. This isn’t about a macho man type of situation, no, this is about me letting her know that there’s only one husband that she’ll ever have and his name is Marín Delgado.

“Play with your pussy for me,Chispa.”

“Mmm, like this?” She slips her pretty fingers and starts to tease herself.

“Don’t be shy now,Chispa. Show me exactly what you do when you’re alone.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Esme playfully taunts me.

“You wouldn’t like it if I intervened, then you’ll say your husband has never done foreplay, just skipped right to sex. Now, show me, wife. Show your husband how you make yourself cum.”

Esme continues to tease herself and I watch intently as she continues as I remove the only item that covers my body, my towel from after our shower. The towel is discarded somewhere forgotten and her eyes widen with lust as she watches my hand trail slowly down my body until I reach my dick.

Moving at the pace that she’s set, I follow her fingers circling my fingers around my dick, pleasuring myself as well.

Esme gets closer and closer as she continues to watch me. I take over by speeding it up a bit more with my pumps and she follows as well as she sinks her fingers inside her pussy. She throws her head back in ecstasy as she moans, her body glistens and it’s like I’m mesmerized. My legs move closer and closer until I’m parked in between her legs. Face-to-pussy. No, scratch that, tongue to pussy.

Esme’s fingers lace in my hair as she pulls while I tongue fuck her sweet pussy. My hands cup the back of her thighs and I lift them a bit higher for better access. I bite her fingers that are still pumping inside her and she yelps removing them.

My eyes move to hers and a smirk forms on my face.

“This is my time, baby. Let me work.”

Winking at her is the only other words she’s going to get out of me. I go to town and Esme calls me every name in the book as she moans, including Satan. That makes me chuckle but I don’t stop even as she releases her sweet cum. I clean her up with my tongue and continue to suck on her sensitive clit while she writhes under me.

She’s so damned wet and I love it.

Sitting up, I don’t bother to wipe my mouth instead I position my dick over her pussy then slip inside again. Fuck, this is some good pussy, so good I married it. Her, I mean. Obviously.

As if Esme heard me, she slaps my chest and I chuckle as I begin fucking her but then I change my mind as I lower myself over her clasping our fingers together. Pulling her arms over her head without letting our hands go, I kiss her deeply as I slow my movements, giving her what she’s always wanted but didn’t realize she needed.

Esme whimpers as she kisses me back just as I knew she would. Esme wraps her legs around me as I continue to make love to her not wanting to be free from her grasp. I pull my lips from hers as I sink further into the crook of her neck whispering shit that I don’t even think about.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” I confess to Esme as I slip almost all the way out and she gasps as I slowly enter her again, making sure she feels every part of this moment.

The music is our breathing, the gasps, the moans and groans… that’s all we need tonight.

“Oh, Marin,” she breaks our hand holding as she wraps her arms around my neck.

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