Page 27 of Claiming His Wife
I trace my fingers down her body until I am cupping her pussy. She’s positively soaked, and I can’t wait to taste her. She throws her head back and moans my name as I swipe my fingers through her wetness, tapping lightly on her clit. I move to kiss down her body, wanting the taste of her on my tongue, but she tightens her grip on my hair and pulls my lips up to hers frantically kissing me. When we break apart, we are both completely breathless.
“Inside. I want you inside me now,” Mallory demands.
I groan because I want that too. I want to feel the soft clasp of her pussy while she milks my cock. But I also want this to be good for her, and it’s been a long time since I was inside her. She’s always so fucking tight; I don’t want to hurt her. I tell her as much, and the little minx just wraps her legs around me and rocks against me dragging her cunt over my cock.
“Fuck me, husband. I’m so, so ready for you.”
I’d like to think I’m a strong-willed man. That I’m a patient, thorough lover, but hearing her call me husband short-circuits my brain and I find myself pushing into her without another thought. Her pussy is so tight it’s almost a fight to get in. She pushes her hips up impatiently. Desperate not to hurt her, I grip her hips holding her still until I’m fully seated. My balls are drawn up tight to my body, and I could actually come from just that one stroke.
Holy fuck she’s testing my resolve in every way. Even though she is wriggling beneath me trying to encourage me to move, I stay buried to the hilt giving her time to adjust. I cup her breast, rubbing my thumb over her nipple to distract her. She lets out a pleased moan, and her pussy clenches down on me making the impossibly tight fit even tighter.
“Jesus, baby, you’re killing me. I’m barely holding on.”
“Then let go,” she says giving me permission to move.
I slowly retreat from her body, looking her in the eye the entire time. I pause for single breath with my cock held just inside her entrance, then I’m thrusting. Fucking her hard until she’s screaming my name and coming all over my cock and shaking her head saying she can’t take anymore.
“One more… I want one more…” I grunt as I struggle to hold back my own orgasm. I move my hand between our bodies and rub tight circles around her clit. Her eyes fall closed, her hands grip my shoulders, the bite of her nails is like a jolt to my cock. I love how wild and uninhibited she is in moments like this. Chasing her orgasm with a single-mindedness that she rarely shows outside of the bedroom.
“That’s it, beautiful, fucking come all over my cock.”
“With you,” she moans.
“Yes… now.”
Her hips move in time with mine, and within moments we are both crying out our orgasms. My release seems to be never-ending, filling her until it’s dripping out as I wring the last bit of pleasure from both of us. Mallory collapses back on the bed, her arms and legs sprawled out like a starfish, her face a mask of well-fucked woman. I collapse onto the bed beside her, and she immediately snuggles against me.
“Mmm… I love you, husband,” she murmurs sleepily.
“I love you, wife.”
* * *
“Gosh,I’m so sorry I passed out on you last night. I’ve just been so tired lately,” Mallory says.
“Well, you are growing a whole other person at the moment. All the books say exhaustion is perfectly normal.”
“Books?”
I rub the back of my neck feeling slightly embarrassed. “Uhm, yeah. I might have bought a few books after you told me about the baby… I’ve been reading up on pregnancy and babies and stuff.”
“You have?” she asks shock evident in her tone.
“Of course, I want to be here for you every step of the way.”
Mallory wraps her arms around me hugging me close. “I love you so dang much. That’s the sweetest thing ever.”
“Love you too, gorgeous. I’ve got a surprise for you.”
She pulls away and gives me a happy smile. “I don’t need anything except you.”
I kiss her forehead. “Well, that’s a shame because it’s waiting in my office.”
Mallory gives an excited little squeal and scurries off to what used to be my office. I shake my head with a smile… for someone who claims to hate surprises she sure does get excited over them. I follow behind her at a much slower pace, giving her a chance to see what I’ve done.
I stand in the doorway to our baby’s nursery and watch as Mallory wanders around the room touching everything. She stops in front of the mural that Adam painted, she takes it in then turns toward me, tears in her eyes.
“Oh, Scott, it’s absolutely perfect, but your office…”