17. Chapter 17
Chapter 17
-Kace-
T his conversation had become so much more interesting. Annabella clearly had a hard time talking about this, which made it even more fun. But I was also serious about this discussion.
I did want to know what she liked. I did want us to move toward that step. This marriage was a big thing for me as well, and I wanted to see if I could trust my new wife. I wanted to see if she might be a woman I could settle down with, and learning if we were intimately compatible was very important.
“So is it?” I pressed.
“What?” she asked, clearly still trying to avoid the topic, but I was going to push.
“Sex. Is it off the table?” I inquired.
Annabella grew even redder, was not able to meet my eyes, and kept glancing around. I tried to get her to look at me, but it became impossible, so I decided to try to convince her that sex should not be off the table.
“You clearly can’t decide,” I teased.
“I-I don’t know you!” she argued.
“No, but you should know if you want to go there at some point,” I countered.
“Can we talk about something else?” she requested.
“No.”
“Why not?” she asked.
“Come over here,” I ordered.
“Why?” she inquired, looking at me suspiciously.
“Do it,” I urged.
“Why?”
“Because I say so,” I replied.
“It’s not a reason,” she countered, making me smile a little. Why was my wife so amusing?
“Humor me,” I told her.
“Fine, but then we are letting the sex talk go!” she demanded.
“In a moment, we will. For now.”
She sighed and stood up from her chair, coming to my side, and I pulled out another one next to me. She looked at it skeptically before she sat down in front of me. But I enjoyed this a lot. I reached out, brushing her hair back, but she appeared confused by the gesture.
“What are you doing?” she inquired.
I rested my hand on her neck, bringing her closer to me. “I’m convincing you that sex should definitely be on the table.”
“W-What? How?” she stammered.
“By letting you know how good it can be.”
Annabella still seemed skeptical, and so I brought her closer, but slowly, leaning toward her as well. I stopped just before our lips touched, hearing her breathing change and feeling the warmth of it against my lips.
I ghosted mine over hers, not kissing her but letting her feel me, and it made her shiver a little. I ran my lips down the side of her jaw, pausing for a moment to bite her skin gently, hearing the surprised little gasp that left her.
I moved lower, running my lips down her neck, before placing a soft kiss against the fast-beating pulse. I moved back up, going to her ear and biting the lobe before ghosting my lips back over her cheek.
When I pulled away a little, I saw Annabella with her sweet, pink lips slightly parted and her eyes closed, and that’s when I knew it was time to move in for the kill.
I pressed mine to hers in a powerful kiss, hearing the soft moan that escaped her. I moved my lips over hers, deepening the kiss, before slipping in my tongue and stroking mine against hers.
She reached out, clutching my shirt, holding on as I continued to kiss her. I bet no one has kissed her like that , I thought, yet I was unsure if anyone had since she had been waiting for Zac for so long.
But it didn’t matter anymore. I was going to erase all those memories, replacing them with new ones, better ones, and make her see why being with me was not going to be a disappointment. She would enjoy every part of it. She would relish it and beg for more. I felt confident about that.
After making sure that kiss was going to be something to remember, I pulled back, seeing her follow me a little and wanting it to continue. Her eyes sprung open, looking at me with wonder and shock.
I ran my thumb over her lips, wanting to press it in between them and feel her sweet sucking, but I held myself back, knowing this was already a lot for her.
“Think about if I kissed you in other places,” I whispered heatedly. “Lower. Think about how good that would feel.”
The look in Annabella’s eyes wasn’t full of embarrassment anymore. She looked at me with burning intensity, and I knew I had woken something. I leaned closer again, running my lips over her neck as I continued to talk.
“Tell me you want me there, Annabella,” I whispered darkly. “Tell me you want my mouth on your body, on your sweet tits, and my head between your thighs, licking you clean.”
A sweet whimper left her, and the sound nearly drove me to lose my mind. Fuck, I wanted to stand from this chair. I wanted to pick her up, shove all the food away from the table, and make good on my promise.
I wanted to lick her until she screamed and creamed all over me. Then I would fuck her right there on the table. I would do it right in the open, where I could see all of her and enjoy every little detail.
By God, my wife aroused me a lot, didn’t she? Was it because it made me excited to know no one else had shown her how good it was? Or was Annabella just so different from the other women I had dated that it was like a breath of fresh air?
“What do you say?” I whispered, biting the skin on her neck again, making her gasp. It was clear that my wife liked dirty talk. It got her going, and I knew if I slipped my hand beneath her skirt and touched her pussy, I would find her already warm and ready for more. “Tell me I get to taste my wife at some point. Tell me I get to hear what she sounds like when she comes for her husband?”
When she still didn’t answer me, I bit her a little harder, making sure to make my point clear.
“Yes!” she gasped.
Finally, I got my reply, and I moved back, smiling and feeling satisfied. I gave her a small kiss, rewarding her for her answer, before I leaned back in the chair.
Annabella still seemed shocked by it all, not expecting me to do this to her, but I needed her to understand it wouldn’t be disappointing between us.
“Good, then we can take a break from talking about it, but we will talk about it some more later,” I asserted.
“W-What?” she stammered.
“Sex. You and me in bed,” I explained.
“I…” Annabella went back to her stammering self, which was quite amusing, but she had to get used to it. She and I were going to get to know each other very well under the covers, up against the wall, on the couch, on the counter, and wherever else we might need each other.
“Why do we need to continue to talk about it?” she asked, leaning away from me.
“I said we could take a break, but you want me to continue to make you feel good, right?” I inquired.
Annabella looked away, but we both knew she did.
“Has anyone ever kissed you before?”
She whipped her head around and looked surprised.