Page 22 of Boundless Love
“Right.I was wondering about that.”Noticing how she stretched her feet, I dropped to one knee in front of her.“Here.Let me see about that,” I offered, picking up her right foot and propping it on my knee.
“You don’t have to… oh my goodness.”Her eyes widened while an expression of absolute relief touched her features.“That is exactly what I needed.God, that feels nice.”
My wife.I was rubbing my wife’s feet after our wedding reception, which by all standards had been a complete success.Everyone left happy, full, and a little tipsy.The way every wedding should end.
“You are the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen.”I pressed my thumbs against her arches, enjoying the soft groans stirring in her throat that left me stirring below the waist.She leaned back on her elbows, the hem of her dress up around her knees.“I thought my heart was going to burst when I first saw you downstairs.”
“I thought mine would, too, when I saw you,” she agreed with a soft smile.“You look so handsome.Like a fairy-tale prince.”
A fairy tale.That’s what we were.I never would’ve imagined liking the idea—something I would’ve dismissed as being corny not so long ago—but then she had changed me in all the best possible ways.She opened me up, made me an actual person rather than the hard-ass, controlled, robotic thing I had convinced myself I needed to be if I wanted to succeed.
This was success—stroking my wife’s calves, feeling goose bumps rise over her skin when I rounded the curve of her knees.“Exactly how tired are you?”I asked, my hands disappearing under the silk.
A slow, knowing smile stretched across her full lips.“Depends on what you have in mind, Mr.West.”
“I think you know what I have in mind, Mrs.West.”My heart damn near burst from my chest when I said it.Mrs.West.My wife.Finally.
She sat up, taking my face in her hands, her eyes sparkling like jewels.“I like being Mrs.West.”
“And if I have my way, you always will.I’m going to see to that.”Her smile was the last thing I saw as I touched my lips to hers.
She may as well have flipped a switch, turning me on all at once.Heat began building in my core, giving me no choice but to run my hands over every inch of her, savoring the softness, the way she gasped and moaned softly into my mouth.Desire swelled and almost instantly turned to need.
“Wait.”She placed her hands on my shoulders before I could lay her back, giving me a gentle push so she had enough room to stand.“Help me with this.”
She turned in place so I could lower the hidden zipper in the back of her dress.Her perky tits needed no bra, meaning she wore nothing but a white lace G-string by the time the silk pooled at her ankles.
Fuck.This perfect, flawless woman had chosen to marry me.To join her life with mine.I couldn’t believe my luck as I ran my hands up her legs, standing as I did, finally sliding them around her until I cupped her tits.My cock was rigid as I pressed it against her ass, releasing a groan I couldn’t control any more than I could control my love for her.
“Exquisite,” I whispered, nuzzling her neck and rolling her nipples between my fingers until she whimpered and melted against me.When she turned her head to meet my mouth, I brushed my tongue over her lips, teasing, playing, drawing another high-pitched whimper from her.I tasted the slight hint of sugar clinging to them.Our wedding cake, a few slices of which I’d had wrapped so I could bring them up to the room in my jacket and surprise her later with a snack.
At the moment, she was the only snack I was interested in.“You’re being mean,” she growled out, trying to catch my mouth for a kiss.
“I know.”But I took pity, covering her mouth, claiming it in a deep kiss that made me forget control.I wanted her, plain and simple.Needed to be inside her.To affirm physically what we had pledged earlier.
Nothing mattered more than claiming my wife.
She arched her back with a moan when our tongues touched.The sound was enough to drive me crazy, and soon, my hands moved over her, one of them cupping her covered mound.Then, unable to take it any longer, I worked my fingers under the lace to touch her smooth skin.
Breaking the kiss to suck in air, she moaned out, “Oh God,” and let her head fall back against my shoulder.This was how I liked her.At my mercy, giving herself over to me, knowing I wouldn’t let her down.
I knew what she needed.
Now?She needed my fingers inside her, working her slowly.I slid through her wet heat, the wetness that flowed so freely coating my fingers.“Look at the bride now,” I whispered in her ear, chuckling when she moaned at my fingers invading her tight sheath.“So pure and sweet.So radiant.Moaning like a whore as I fuck her with my fingers.”
“Keep doing it,” she begged, bearing down on my hand while her hips began to jerk in a sharp, frenzied rhythm.“Make me moan.Make me scream.”
I always did like a challenge.
“Fuck… you’re so hot,” I rasped, teasing her earlobe, grinding my cock against her ass.It wasn’t enough.I needed to feel more.To do more.To sink deep and let her envelop me.“Come for me like a good girl so your husband can give you his cock.”
“Oh fuck…” She was helpless, flushed, and panting by the time my knuckles slapped against her wet flesh in a frantic rhythm.The sloppy sounds mingled with her high-pitched whimpers until she went stiff, silent, holding her breath.
The wave broke, and she shattered along with it, falling to pieces around me, drenching my hand with her scent.I could smell her on me when I pulled my hand free of her G-string.“Taste yourself,” I ordered, running my fingers over her lips before she opened to take them inside.Her tongue ran over each one, and soft moans stirred in her throat as she came down from her high.
This wasn’t enough.
I was about to break my zipper by the time I stripped off my jacket, tie, and shirt.She climbed onto the bed with me, and I watched her roll onto her back, then lift her hips to lower the sorry excuse of fabric keeping me from what I desired most.“I think you said something about my husband giving me his cock?”she whispered, parting her thighs and giving me a look at her quivering, pink flesh.
