Page 95 of Fourth Wall

“You are impressive, Mrs. West.” And with that, my mouth was on hers. I loved the way her lips felt on mine. They were delicate along the contrast of my full lips. I liked how smooth her skin felt along the stubble that ran down my chin. I loved the way her hands felt while they reached into my hair and pulled out my bun.

I quickly turned her back around and littered her back with kisses as I made my way from her ass all the way up to where the bottom of her hair draped along her skin.

“Grab the counter, firecracker.” She did as she was told, and I took a moment to take in the way she was bent over with her hands bracing on the marble as her tits hung low, waiting for me.

I dragged a finger through her core, taking one swipe of her drenched little pussy before lifting the finger to my face and smearing it inside my mouth.

“Sweet,” I murmured just as I grabbed her hips and thrust my cock deep into her warm wet core.

“Ooo fuck,” she moaned with surprise.

“My wife,” I barked as I shoved deeper inside her, filling her up with my cock. “You will always be mine, firecracker.”

As she continued to hold the edge of the counter, I reached up and grabbed her nipples between my fingers, rolling them as I continued to impale her with my throbbing cock.

“My husband,” she wailed. “Mine.”

I let go of her tits and watched as they bounced in sync with her ass. I grabbed her hair, pulling it slightly.

“I need you to tell me if this hurts you at all.” She nodded and quickly agreed verbally.

As I spread her legs, I could feel her pussy clenching my length, and I knew we were both so close. She threw her head back as I kept pulling on her hair, riding her until she was raw and aching on the inside.

“I’m right there,” she begged, so I continued thrusting inside her.

In an instant, she screamed, “Christian,” and I felt myself writhe behind her. I spilled inside her, and she gripped the countertop as she groaned in pleasure, bucking beneath me as she sank deeper into her own oblivion.

I grabbed her waist before she went completely slack and carried her upstairs as she moaned softly in my arms. I set her on the little bench in the shower as I turned it on, then picked her up and held her in a deep hug as the warm water dripped on top of us.

Neither of us said anything to each other, but instead just remained there, embraced tightly in each other’s arms. This was different. Not bad, but it was something unexpected. I wasn’t even sure what “this” was.

She slowly pulled away and offered me a slight turn of her lips.

“This is peaceful,” she murmured into the crook of my shoulder where my neck met my chest.

“I’m so happy, Mrs. West,” I responded.

“Me too, husband.” She giggled, and I got out of the shower and handed her a towel.

We dried off quickly, then walked over to our bedroom, where she slipped into one of my shirts that was very oversized on her, and then slid into bed, me climbing in next to her.

We both turned to face each other, her hair still damp from the shower and her face beautifully natural…and happy.

“This is different for me,” I whispered quietly.

“What is?”

“All of this.” I gestured around the room. She looked around.

“I don't get it.”

I sighed. “No, nothing about the room is different. I guess what I am trying to say is that you and I and this new life that I am living.”

I started to cough, an instinct I learned in the Marine Corps to avoid crying. If I sounded like I was just hacking up a lung, then it would prevent the tears from falling.

“I spent my entire life without a family. I had no friends until Julian came into my life. He reconnected me back with Stephen when we were both in a state that needed each other in a morehealthy way. I never thought I would be married again or that I would even make a good husband.” I ran my hands through my hair as I pulled on her waist, bringing her closer to me.

“Look at me now. I’m a stepdad to two of my favorite little girls, and I just happily married their mother. I somehow figured out how to resolve an issue by using my brains, and not the muscle everyone expected me to.”

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