Chapter 28 #2
He dragged his hands down my arms and up again as he tugged gently at the spaghetti straps of my white lace and silk chemise. I inhaled deeply as he took his first look at me as his wife. I knew that my body hadn’t changed just because we were married, but I felt different.
Slowly, he dragged my chemise down until he was able to work it over my belly bump, my hips, and then down to the floor. I stepped out of it as Deuce kissed my face, lips, shoulders, and breasts. He took time to pay special attention to the most sensitive and easily aroused part of me, my nipples.
With loving hands, he caressed them and tweaked them, and with gentle lips, he sucked them and licked them. There was nothing rough or aggressive about his lovemaking tonight. He took his time familiarizing himself with my body again, as though we had been apart for a while.
When he kneeled before me, it wasn’t for oral sex purposes, but to whisper something to our son who was growing in my womb.
His eyes held a reverential look in them as he looked at me before he spoke to our baby.
He rested his head on my stomach for a moment as he closed his eyes.
I could see his lips moving, but I heard no sound.
I knew that he was praying over our son and quite possibly me.
My husband was a spiritual man, and I appreciated that about him.
If he weren’t, he probably would never have come into my life.
Deuce opened his eyes, and gone was the reverential look that had been there before.
His lids were heavy with lust, and those chocolate eyes had taken on that dark tone they often did when he wanted to devour me.
But he spread my legs apart tenderly and slid his hands up my thighs, lightly massaging them as he went.
By the time he pressed his nose into me, my body was hot with desire, needing to feel some part of him inside of me so that I would be complete. The first swipe of his tongue forced a cry from my lips that I didn’t know was waiting.
The way that he swirled his tongue around my clitoris, while his fingers scissored inside me, was enough to make me cum, but I refused to. If he was going to be gentle with me, then I wasn’t going to rush him. Deuce did everything painstakingly slow, as if this were his first encounter with me.
“My wife,” he stated, pressing a kiss to the outer flesh of my lower lips. “My strength. My lover. My child’s mother.” With each profession, he took another swipe of me, and my legs spread further encompassing him.
“Deuce,” I whispered, grabbing his head and pressing him deeper into me. “I want to take you while you take me.”
He pulled back, lifted me, and laid me on the bed. We positioned ourselves so that he could consume me while I took him to the back of my throat. Deuce gripped and massaged my ankles while he ate me out, and my hands balanced themselves on his hips as he gyrated inside of my mouth.
I knew we were both about to cum because of how our bodies grew taut at once, but he pulled himself out of my mouth and rolled onto his back. I pushed up on my elbows and looked down at him as he breathed deeply with his arm over his forehead.
“Are you all right?”
“Yeah. Just trying to regulate this old man’s breathing,” he stated with a teasing wink before he bounced up like a boy half his age and hovered over me. He lowered his head and kissed me slowly and sweetly.
“Think anyone’s gonna come looking for us since we left the reception early?” I asked.
“Not likely. I have the ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door. They know what’s up. Now, I don’t want to talk about them. I want to talk about what we’ve got going on, Mrs. Fullwood.”
I giggled as I pressed my lips against his while he smoothly slid inside of me. “You like saying that, don’t you?” I asked against his lips.
“Yeah. I love saying that. Just like you love feeling this,” he replied in a low growl as his dick contracted inside of me.
“Mm. I do.”
“I know you do. You like the way that I fill you up and barely leave room to breathe, beautiful?”
“Oh, God, yes.” My voice was a quivering whimper.
“What about this? You like me tapping on that uterus?”
“I do, but I don’t think he does.”
“We need to do something about that. How about you ride me, pretty girl.”
He rolled onto his back and took me with him. It felt much more comfortable with me on top. My hips circled slowly as I squeezed all around him. Deuce’s eyes closed, and his toes curled as he groaned his pleasure.
“That’s my sweet girl. Giving me all that pussy the way that I like. Not holding anything back.”
“Neither are you, sir, because you’re all in places you shouldn’t be poking.”
“Does it feel good?” he asked, palming my breasts.
“Baby, yes.”
“Then quit complaining and take this dick like a pro.”
I did exactly as he asked as we consummated our marriage. In the end, he flipped me onto my back, pressed my legs out and back, and dug all inside of me until I could barely breathe.
“That li’l nigga ain’t got nothing to say now, I know,” he boasted confidently, as he went to work snatching every breath and every thought I might dare to have.
“Ohhh! Deuce! Like that.”
“Right there?”
“Ohhh, yes.”
“Mm-hmm. Like that?” He held my legs up with one hand while he pumped hard, fast, and eagerly inside of me, and the fingers on his other hand penetrated my ass. “Think it’s time to break in this ass tonight too.”
“Ohhh shit. Are you for real, baby?”
“Told you I was saving it for our wedding night. I need something virginal to corrupt.”
“I don’t know about that. What about the baby?”
“We’ll be careful and extra safe,” he replied, pulling out of me.
He grabbed the lube and the bottle of champagne and the sparkling water that had been sent to our room.
He drank a couple of glasses of champagne as he lay beside me while I stroked and sucked his dick.
Deuce took his time, lubing me, prodding me, and relaxing my ass.
When I finished sucking him off, he kissed my body again, preparing me, and engaging in foreplay until I was completely relaxed.
When he finally penetrated my ass a half hour later, I screamed at the pain of the initial penetration.
He spooned me from behind since that was the most comfortable position we could find in my condition.
But he had allowed me to back into him, so that I was in control of the speed and depth of his penetration.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” I panted.
“What you sorry for, pretty girl?” he asked, slowly circling inside of me back there.
“They might call the cops the way I screamed, Deuce,” I stated with tears falling down my face.
“They better not call nobody on me. I am the damn police. This my ass. Say it, Sevyn.”
“This your ass.”
“No. I need to hear it louder.”
“It’s your ass, Deuce Fullwood. This is my husband’s ass!” I screamed with sweat running down my face, my hairdo fucked up, and tears mingling with the sweat. I looked like an angry black woman, but I felt so good.
“That’s what I’m talking about, ma,” he replied as he slowly stroked the inside of my ass with his dick. “Aww yeah. Milk this dick with that tight ass,” he muttered through clenched teeth.
I barely had to do anything. I felt his hot seed shooting inside of my asshole even. His fingers reached around and stroked my clitoris, elevating the pleasure I felt.
I officially belonged to Deuce Fullwood. Every single part of me, this man had come into my life and claimed. He may have been the one to turn my world upside down from the beginning, but he was also the one who remained and restored order and control. For that, I would always love him.