Page 64 of Always and Forever

Straightening up, I stare at her, outstretched and ready for my taking.

My god, she’s a sight!

Her breasts heave in the confines of her white lace bra as she too drinks me in from head to toe.

Not letting my eyes stray from her, I push my boxers over my hips and let them fall to the floor.

My cock now holds my bride’s rapt attention. Little minx that she is, Ella licks her lips and lifts herself up on her elbows.

I climb over her body, her scent invading my senses. Her arousal hangs poised in the air, fueling my desire. It makes my head spin.

A war rages inside me of wanting to fuck her brains out or make sweet, tender love.

I want both.

I will have both.

But my desire to explore my wife’s body one inch at a time takes over.

My wife.

Kissing behind her ear, I nip at her neck, running my hands over her shoulders and down her smooth arms. Her skin is so soft, the scent of her lavender lotion lingering.

“You know, in this white lace you look like a virgin offering,” I say when I reach her breasts.

“Fuck, you have no idea how much I wish I had been the one to take your virginity, to be the only man who’s ever touched you, who’s ever been inside you.”

The ferocity of my statement takes even me by surprise. The thought of other men touching what’s mine is making me murderous.

“You’ll be the only one from now on,” Ella moans when I push down the cup on her bra and take her nipple into my mouth. My hands sneak around her back to unclasp the offending piece of material.

“Damn straight I am. This perfect pussy is mine and mine alone.” That thought placates the caveman inside me.

“And one day soon, after our baby is born, I will claim the last virginity you have to give.”

I rim the entrance of her ass with my finger, the skin there still warm from her spanking. A shiver runs through her.

“Will you give it to me?” I ask her, my voice raw.

Ella arches into me, her eyes lasering in on me to emphasize her answer.

“It’s yours… husband.”

She knows what she’s doing when she calls me that. I shoot up her body and claim her mouth with mine.

There is no finesse, only hunger.

And I feast.

Time loses all meaning as I make out with my wife… it could be minutes, hours even until I’m ready to move on from her lips on mine.

Then and only then do I trail kisses down her neck and over her collarbone, licking the hollow at the base of her throat. My angel whimpers, her hands roaming my back and pulling me closer, my muscles twitching beneath her touch.

Her nipples are so hard, they’re pressing against my skin, and I break our kiss to take the hard bud into my mouth, gently biting it.

She watches me with heavy-lidded eyes as I move across to her other breast, kissing her soft flesh before letting my tongue circle her peaked nipple. When I suck it into my mouth, she cries out.

Fuck! I really will keep her pregnant forever, loving how sensitive she’s become. Her sounds of pleasure are an aphrodisiac all on its own.

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