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A grin curves my lips. “Is that a yes, wifey? Are you gonna let me take you bare and fill your pussy with my cum?”
“Fuck,” Mira moans, squeezing her thighs together. “Yes. Please, Griffin, yes.”
That’s all it takes for me to lose the last tenuous grip on my control.
Hauling Mira up, I pull her onto my lap, my knees bent beneath me, her wet, bare pussy sliding along my shaft as she straddles me.
I kiss her like I’ll die if I don’t. I kiss her like I’ve been poisoned and, with only moments to live, her lips are the antidote.
Our tongues tangling, I gently grip the back of her neck, reveling in the feel of all her soft skin pressed against mine.
Her peaked nipples drag across my chest and I moan into her mouth, my hips flexing involuntarily at the sensation, and the head of my cock bumps against her clit before sliding through her slick folds.
“Oh, oh fuck ,” she gasps, rolling her hips against my length.
“Soon, baby,” I promise, thrusting up again, coating my dick in her arousal.
She’s dripping for me, soaking my cock with her desire.
“I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, and in every position I can think of before the day is over.
Your pussy is going to be swollen and sore by the time I’m done with you.
My cum will drip down your thighs and paint these pretty tits, and I’m going to rub it into your skin so I become as much a part of you as you are of me. ”
Mira whimpers and rolls her hips against me. Her breathing is shallow and erratic, and I suspect that if she keeps grinding against my cock like this, she’s going to come.
Gripping her hips, I push her center down as I thrust up.
The choked sound of pleasure she makes as she slides along the length of me makes me practically feral.
If she thinks this feels good, just wait until I’m inside of her.
“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember your name or what day it is, and you’ll still beg for more,” I promise as her body shakes and quivers, so close to her impending orgasm. And then I hold her still.
“What?” Those beautiful, previously half-lidded eyes fly open as Mira’s nose wrinkles in indignation. “Griffin, what the hell?” She tries to roll her hips, but I don’t let her. Frustration pinches her brow, and her lips drop into a pout.
My chest squeezes. Fuck. I’m so gone for this woman.
I kiss her jaw. “If you keep grinding on my dick like that, I’m going to explode. And I already told you, sunshine, I’ve been dying to fill you up with my cum. Not gonna waste a drop.”
Pulling back so our eyes are locked, I grip Mira’s hips, encouraging her to lift onto her knees.
She does, shuddering breaths puffing from her lips, and I grip my rock-hard dick and drag the head through her slick folds.
It’s a struggle to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head, but I’m glad I manage it because if I hadn’t, I would have missed the way Mira’s lashes flutter and her breath catches.
“Griffin…”
“Mira. My beautiful, amazing wife.” I notch the head of my dick at her entrance and lift my hips slightly. “Do you know what you do to me?”
She gasps and shakes her head.
“Do you know how much I care about you?” Using my grip on her hip, I urge her down my length another few centimeters.
“You fucking own me, sunshine.” I pull her down farther.
“I’m yours.” And with that, I surge up, filling her completely.
I’ve never felt anything like it. She’s so tight, so warm, so wet.
The sensation of her pussy gripping my cock is everything.
“Shit, baby, you feel so good. This pussy was made for me. So tight. So perfect.”
“Oh, god,” she cries, her head falling back as I hold her still, filled with me, owned by me. Owning me .
I lean forward, nipping at the exposed column of her throat. “What god? All I can see is a goddess. My wife.” Slowly, with more restraint than I thought myself capable of, I roll my hips, making sure to drag her clit along my pubic bone.
“Griffin…”
My hands roam across her body, touching, tracing every silky inch of skin.
I whisper my devotion as I move in her, reveling in her little moans and gasps.
Mira’s fingers clutch my shoulders, and our bodies grow slicker with sweat with every languid thrust. “My beautiful wife,” I murmur, pressing my forehead to hers.
“Please, Griffin, please .” Mira rolls her hips as a whine slips past her lips. “I need to come. Please fuck me.”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to fuck you so hard. But you have to be patient. We have all day to fuck. Right now? Right now, I’m making love to my wife for the first time.”
As Mira’s eyes glisten with unshed tears, warmth spreads through my body. My chest tightens with emotions, and my balls tighten with my impending release.
I brush a sweat-soak strand of hair away from her face. “Are you close, sweetheart?”
She only nods, her breath ragged and choppy, a beautiful flush working its way across her chest and up her neck. When I slip my hand between our bodies and rub her clit as I surge up into her, she gasps and I lose my tenuous grip on my control.
Our lips crash together in time with our bodies, my heart pounding in my chest as all thoughts of anything outside of Mira evaporate like fog from my mind.
She’s the sun, chasing everything else away.
Her breasts bounce against my bare chest, and the erotic slap of skin against skin has my muscles tightening.
Tingles work up from my thighs, over my groin, and through my abs.
“You’re so perfect,” I praise as needy whines and mewls flow from my wife’s mouth.
She’s close. So am I. My fingers circle her clit faster and faster as Mira’s stomach hollows out.
She cries out against my mouth, her eyes falling closed as she throws her head back.
Her inner walls ripple and contract against my dick, and pleasure rips through me as everything tightens.
And then I’m burying my face in her neck and biting down on her shoulder as I shatter, coming inside my wife with a long, low moan.
She swivels her hips, riding me through our orgasms, and I chuckle when she tenses her inner muscles and squeezes my dick. She’s perfect. Absolutely perfect for me.
“Griffin,” she whispers, smiling shyly at me, “that was…”
“Only the first of many,” I promise, sealing it with an intense kiss.
It’s a promise I deliver on. Again and again and again.
By the time it’s dark outside and the world is quiet, Mira is a sweat-soaked, sated mess.
Despite having cleaned up after each round, if I pressed a finger to her slit, I’d feel my cum dripping out of her.
The thought gives me no small amount of satisfaction, but even that doesn’t hold a candle to the sheer intensity of my joy.
Because, while this marriage may still be an uphill climb, I’m no longer dragging my wife up the mountain with me, kicking and screaming. She’s climbing with me, side by side.
All those failed relationships. All those years feeling cursed to watch the people around me fall in love while I was sitting on the bench, jealously hoping for my turn.
Now, here I am, holding my sleeping wife.
And sure, we still have to find a way to tell her brother and my teammates, and yeah, I could still screw this all up, but for now?
For now, I’m going to hold my exhausted wife as she breathes deeply and rhythmically in her sleep beside me and soak up every single second. Because she’s everything to me.
“I love you,” I whisper, wishing I had the courage to say it when she was awake, but knowing I’ll get another chance.
She called me her husband, after all.
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