Chapter 3 #2
But I wouldn’t call this making love.
It’s rough, and my calves are getting a little cold from the winter air, but again, not complaining.
I like this.
I like Bobby being present, in his head, thinking about us and what I am to him.
I said this night was romantic and perfect. Now, it’s nothing I could’ve ever imagined in my head before.
“You’re exquisite,” I tell him. “I’ve never been lacking in any department.”
That must give Bobby the green light he needed because he begins moving again, but not in a steady roll of building me up to stumbling down after my orgasm.
No, this is cementing itself into my body and declaring to the world that I’m his wife.
That I’m his.
That we’re a team and we’re deciding how we live our lives that make us both happy and content.
“Your cunt is trying to force me out,” he imparts, gripping my hips harder. “But you’re going to take every inch of me, aren’t you, wife?” I bob my head in silent compliance, feeling the gradual build-up deep in my gut. “You going to take every last drop, too?”
My pussy constricts around those words and that thought because…Bobby finishing inside me, owning me, it’s domineering in the best way.
He feels it because he grunts within the hollows of his chest and forces his cock deeper.
“I think that’s what she wants,” he says. “She wants her husband’s cock. My cum. She wants me to take turns on her mouth and her pretty little cunt.” His palms glide around to my butt, and he spreads my cheeks wider. “I wonder if she’ll ever let me take her ass, too.”
I draw in a sharp breath, never considering that it’d be something Bobby would want to do, and I’ve never…done it.
He’s never mentioned it.
Maybe, with us taking such a big step together tonight, he feels more comfortable with me. In exploring and discovering things about each other, we’re going to keep learning for the rest of our lives.
Bobby claims he’s never loved someone like he loves me. That he’s never had a relationship that hasn’t been one-sided or selfish.
We may have been together for two years, but I feel more connected with him than ever now.
“Is that on the table…wife?” My head rocks up and down with each propel of his hips, pushing and driving me harder into the brick wall. “I need words for that one, Daydream.”
“Yes.”
The answer is easy.
It’s stimulating.
And it makes me rise higher to that peak of oblivion I’m trying to reach.
“Fuck,” he pants lightly, squeezing my ass and using it to meet each one of his thrusts. “You really were made for me.”
My heart beams underneath his placing me on a pedestal. It only gives me hope that we can be that couple who’s in it for the long haul.
Bobby and I… we’ve got this.
Especially if he’s on a new kick with fucking me like he can’t wait. Imagining him coming home and shoving me against our kitchen island or the nearest wall only helps Bobby get me to finish.
“Harder,” I request, feeling my own impatience starting to increase and dwell on the concept of Bobby losing himself in me. “I want more.”
One of Bobby’s hands curls around my ribs and makes it up to the back of my head, yanking a bit on my hair, and replaces his lips from my mouth to the column of my neck.
“What pieces do you want, Daydream?” he inquires faintly. “My fantasies? My cock going harder into your tight little pussy? Or do you want me to bite on this pretty neck so everyone can see you’ve been taken?”
All of it.
All.
But my words clog in my throat as Bobby finds a pace he likes, and it’s this torturous pump that has me edging on coming.
“God,” he moans then. “Your ass…spread with my cock stretching your asshole…is going to be the death of me.” The tip of his nose grazes against my goosebump-littered flesh.
“I want you riding my fingers while I’m breaking you in.
You’re going to be so full, Daydream…I can’t wait to hear you scream for me and only me. ”
My jaw slacks as my imagination runs wild with what he could do, how he could do it, and how much I’d melt just for him.
This side of Bobby is something refreshing. He loves to pull my hair and kiss my neck, but the man who just married me wants to do so much more now that he has me locked down.
I don’t know if I should be scared that he didn’t show or tell me about this side before, or a bit flattered that he feels comfortable sharing it with me now.
All in all, I’m so full of him and assurance that we’re going to survive this thing called marriage together. I still may have been nervous walking down the aisle tonight, but Bobby’s solace and his love for me take all that away.
“I love you,” I mutter against his cheek as his mouth sucks and tastes the sensitive nape of my neck. “I’m so happy…you married me.”
“You’re the only one,” he says against my skin, but he doesn’t offer anymore.
He doesn’t need to.
Because when he slams into me then, I groan so loud that it only triggers him to fuck me harder and faster.
A few more thrusts and I’m pleading for God and all the saints to witness this man taking me as his and only his.
Bobby grunts deep when I feel him twitch inside me before he comes and growls out like an animal, making sure every drop of his cum enters me.
He hasn’t done that since Nettie’s birthday party last year, and we were both drunk and horny as hell. Bobby’s always careful, never wanting to put pressure on me getting pregnant while so much is going on, but tonight…Bobby is feral with me as his wife.
And I love every second of it.
“I arranged a room for us,” Bobby discloses, his face still tucked into the crook of my shoulder and neck. “I need to have you all to myself.”
An elated shiver sparks up my spine as I smile and tighten my thighs around his waist. “What did you have in mind, husband?”
“Everything.”