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Christian
Everyone had left a few minutes ago, and I was in the kitchen, leaning over the counter while watching Maeve clean up outside.
“I cannot believe you’re cleaning. I feel like I need to take a photo of this moment to memorialize it,” I responded through the open door that connected the indoor living room to the backyard.
“Ha ha. I told you, I am not dirty-messy but definitely a little cluttered.” She laughed to herself, and I watched the corners of her mouth turn. “I see you changing, Christian West, so I’m doing my best to meet you there.”
That was it. I stalked over toward her, pulling her tight into my chest and inhaling the sweet smell of flowers.
“You don’t ever need to change for me because, to me, you are already perfect…Mrs. West.” She giggled in the crook of my neck, and I lowered my hands onto her hips, drawing her in.
“I am a bit famished, firecracker. What do you say you show me what a delicious meal you would make?”
I grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her up as she squealed the entire way.
“Ch-Christian, put me down,” she demanded joyfully.
“As my woman wishes,” I responded by hoisting her up on the large marble countertop in our kitchen.
“What are you doing?” I started to quickly pull up her white dress she had put on earlier.
“What a good girl not wearing anything underneath here. My hungry slut, tell me what you want from me?” I demanded, my voice dropping an octave and the sudden raspiness escaping me.
I rubbed the inside of her thighs, putting pressure on her legs to open up so I had a front-row seat to her gleaming pussy. It was already so wet and dripping, and I hadn't even dove in.
“I want you.” Her voice was breathless and raspy with an undercurrent of desperation pulsing through it, but I wasn't satisfied. I wanted more. I wanted details. I wanted her to tell me exactly what she needed from me. I gripped her thighs a bit tighter.
“No, you see, little firecracker, that isn't what I asked. I need you to tell me what exactly it is you want from me,” I hissed.
I spread her thighs even more so she was fully spread across the black marbled kitchen island. Her legs dangled down, and she was still in a sitting position, but as I stood in the middle of her legs, all I could do was alternate between looking at the hunger in her blue eyes and the wetness dripping out of her sweet little cunt.
“I want your tongue, big Daddy,” she moaned, throwing her head back. I let out a low chuckle before diving right in. There was no dancing around this game because, let’s admit it, I was just as hungry for this as she was.
My mouth immediately touched her damp warmth as I impaled my tongue in her sweet little pussy. She wasn’t just wet; she was fucking drenched for me. Immediately, I went to work sucking up the sweet taste of her and swallowing her whole.
“You are so delicious,” I managed to get out between the groans increasing in volume. A symphony of her erotic noises echoed throughout the otherwise quiet house. I continued my assault on her cunt, licking until I could feel her throbbing clit against my tongue.
I quickly added two fingers inside her as I explored her clit, making sure I inhaled every single piece of her.
“God, yes, Daddy, you know how much I like it right there.” Her tone was raspy, yet with an underlying confidence that had me throbbing in my black suit pants. “It is you and only you who knows exactly what I need. You’re doing such a good job.” I paused momentarily.
I loved praising Maeve in both the bedroom and out because I think she fucking deserved it. I think she lacked it from almost everyone in her past, so I knew it made her feel good, but no one had ever praised me like this in the bedroom. While it took me briefly by surprise, I fucking loved it. No, I didn’t just love it, it fucking fueled me.
I stopped pulling away from her, and I could feel her body go slack in my arms.
“Stand up,” I demanded. She happily obliged and stood. Her hair was tousled all over her face, her dress was shoved halfway up, and she looked freshly fuckable.
“Turn around,” I commanded. As she moved, I grabbed the zipper at the top of the dress, squeezing her ass cheek. Using the other hand, I pulled off her dress, letting it pool on the floor.
She kicked it away, and I looked up and down, taking her milky smooth skin in. She was flawless in my eyes—as she would remain for the rest of my life.
“Who am I?” I asked her. My hands languidly moved up her stomach, where she carried our beautiful child that we made together through our love for each other. She shivered until I got to her bra. I gently toyed along the white lace in the front while I looked at her puffy lips.
“Who am I?” I asked again. Suddenly, she got a glint in her eye, and I knew that meant she understood what I was asking.
“My husband,” she rasped.
“Yes,” I growled while quickly turning her around. I bent my head down and grasped her bra clasp with my mouth. In an instant, I yanked it off using my teeth.
“That was very impressive, Mr. West,” she purred while slowly turning around to see her lace bra dangling in my mouth. I spat it toward where her dress was lying on the floor.
“You are impressive, Mrs. West.” And with that, my mouth was on hers. I loved the way her lips felt on mine. They were delicate along the contrast of my full lips. I liked how smooth her skin felt along the stubble that ran down my chin. I loved the way her hands felt while they reached into my hair and pulled out my bun.
I quickly turned her back around and littered her back with kisses as I made my way from her ass all the way up to where the bottom of her hair draped along her skin.
“Grab the counter, firecracker.” She did as she was told, and I took a moment to take in the way she was bent over with her hands bracing on the marble as her tits hung low, waiting for me.
I dragged a finger through her core, taking one swipe of her drenched little pussy before lifting the finger to my face and smearing it inside my mouth.
“Sweet,” I murmured just as I grabbed her hips and thrust my cock deep into her warm wet core.
“Ooo fuck,” she moaned with surprise.
“My wife,” I barked as I shoved deeper inside her, filling her up with my cock. “You will always be mine, firecracker.”
As she continued to hold the edge of the counter, I reached up and grabbed her nipples between my fingers, rolling them as I continued to impale her with my throbbing cock.
“My husband,” she wailed. “Mine.”
I let go of her tits and watched as they bounced in sync with her ass. I grabbed her hair, pulling it slightly.
“I need you to tell me if this hurts you at all.” She nodded and quickly agreed verbally.
As I spread her legs, I could feel her pussy clenching my length, and I knew we were both so close. She threw her head back as I kept pulling on her hair, riding her until she was raw and aching on the inside.
“I’m right there,” she begged, so I continued thrusting inside her.
In an instant, she screamed, “Christian,” and I felt myself writhe behind her. I spilled inside her, and she gripped the countertop as she groaned in pleasure, bucking beneath me as she sank deeper into her own oblivion.
I grabbed her waist before she went completely slack and carried her upstairs as she moaned softly in my arms. I set her on the little bench in the shower as I turned it on, then picked her up and held her in a deep hug as the warm water dripped on top of us.
Neither of us said anything to each other, but instead just remained there, embraced tightly in each other’s arms. This was different. Not bad, but it was something unexpected. I wasn’t even sure what “this” was.
She slowly pulled away and offered me a slight turn of her lips.
“This is peaceful,” she murmured into the crook of my shoulder where my neck met my chest.
“I’m so happy, Mrs. West,” I responded.
“Me too, husband.” She giggled, and I got out of the shower and handed her a towel.
We dried off quickly, then walked over to our bedroom, where she slipped into one of my shirts that was very oversized on her, and then slid into bed, me climbing in next to her.
We both turned to face each other, her hair still damp from the shower and her face beautifully natural…and happy.
“This is different for me,” I whispered quietly.
“What is?”
“All of this.” I gestured around the room. She looked around.
“I don't get it.”
I sighed. “No, nothing about the room is different. I guess what I am trying to say is that you and I and this new life that I am living.”
I started to cough, an instinct I learned in the Marine Corps to avoid crying. If I sounded like I was just hacking up a lung, then it would prevent the tears from falling.
“I spent my entire life without a family. I had no friends until Julian came into my life. He reconnected me back with Stephen when we were both in a state that needed each other in a more healthy way. I never thought I would be married again or that I would even make a good husband.” I ran my hands through my hair as I pulled on her waist, bringing her closer to me.
“Look at me now. I’m a stepdad to two of my favorite little girls, and I just happily married their mother. I somehow figured out how to resolve an issue by using my brains, and not the muscle everyone expected me to.”
“You’re coming out of your shell, Christian.” She smiled, looking up at me with the warmth practically seeping out of her.
“But don't you see? It’s only because of you, Maeve. It has always been because of you. Since the moment I met you, I have always thought you were the one for me. I thought you were beautiful when I first looked at you, and today, I think you are even prettier.” I coughed again, feeling the tears starting to form.
"I love you, Maeve West. I want to be the best husband I can be, though I can't promise I won't stumble along the way. But I'm grateful that you're here, by my side, ready to pick me up when I fall. And I'll need your guidance when this little one arrives, too," I said, gently patting her stomach.
As our eyes locked, I saw tears glistening in hers. "It's because of you, Christian, that I have my family. Gratitude doesn't even begin to describe the depth of my feelings for you and the sacrifices you've made for us. It's ironic how it all started with that fake dating plan," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion.
She nestled into the crook of my neck, a familiar and comforting gesture. I savored the moment, inhaling her scent before sleep gently claimed her. I listened to the soft sighs and watched her rhythmic breathing, feeling an overwhelming sense of peace and contentment.
Life had taken me on a journey I could have never foreseen. From a childhood without parents, to tumultuous times in the Marine Corps and a painful divorce, I never imagined I'd end up here—married to the woman of my dreams, surrounded by a loving family.
The journey that brought us here wasn't always easy, but the lessons I learned along the way truly mattered. As I lovingly brushed a few stray strands of hair away from her face, I couldn't help but gently kiss her forehead, filled with the warmth of our shared love. I leaned down toward the shell of her ear and whispered the one truth that remained this entire journey.
“There was never anything fake about us, firecracker.”
Ave Atque Vale
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