Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
TRULY
I’m grateful for the privacy window between us and the driver in the SUV because we can’t keep our hands off each other on the ride home.
There’s been a shift between us. It’s been slowly happening all day.
The hurt and misunderstandings that have plagued us were resolved.
At least for now. The issues with our parents will have to wait until another day.
Tonight, I want to focus on my husband. For us to explore each other in ways that I’ve only ever fantasized about. I have wanted this for so long. There is still a small part of me that worries the bottom could fall out any second.
“What are you thinking about?” Blake asks between kisses, his hand caressing the side of my face. I have never felt so desired before. It helps soothe that forgotten feeling I’ve had for so long.
I’m currently straddling him, my dress bunched up so that my sex is pressed against his hard cock. How the hell it’s going to fit inside of me, I have no clue, but I’m ready to find out, and I trust Blake. I didn’t wait this long to slow down now.
“How long I’ve dreamt of being like this with you. Wished that you would want me in the same way that I did you.”
“You never have to worry about me wanting you.” He leans in closer, his eyes staying locked on mine, wanting me to know how serious he is.
“Truly. What should concern you is how much I do want you and the lengths I’ll go to make sure you remain mine.
” Those words should probably frighten me, but I can’t help but be more turned on by them.
This time it’s me that takes his mouth in a kiss as I rock my hips along the length of his cock.
The thought of him being obsessed with me does it for me.
I feel his hands grip me, holding me in place.
I let out a small cry of protest. With how turned on I am, I’m less shy. My need is outweighing everything else.
“We’re home,” he says, breaking our kiss. I was so caught up that I hadn’t even realized we stopped moving.
Blake’s fingers tuck my hair that had fallen forward during our make-out session behind my ear.
I lean into his touch, loving the intimacy between us.
He lifts me off his lap, placing me beside him, before fixing my dress.
Blake opens the door, stepping out and offering me his hand to exit and suddenly sweeps me into his arms to carry me inside.
“I can walk, you know,” I tease him, but he doesn’t put me down until we enter the master bedroom and he gently places me onto the bed. “You planning on carrying me around for the rest of my life? I mean, I’m not opposed to it.”
“Say the word and you’ll never have to walk again.” He flashes me that panty-dropping smile of his as he drops to his knees in front of me. He slips my shoes off, massaging the arch of my foot for a moment. With each stroke, the pleasure between my thighs grows more intense.
"Blake.” I moan out his name, making his eyes flare with need.
“Stand up and let me help you out of your dress.” He places my foot down. I immediately miss his touch, but I do as he asked.
I turn, giving him my back for him to unzip it. He places gentle kisses along my neck and shoulders as he does. Goose bumps break out along my skin, a thrill of anticipation tingling down my spine. The dress pools at my feet, leaving me standing in only my pink bra and lacy panties.
“Turn around. I want to see what belongs to me,” he growls, and I know he is teetering on the edge. Slowly I start to do as ordered. I'm not quick enough, and he helps me along, gripping my hips. I bite back a laugh.
“What about you?” I start to undo one of the buttons on his shirt. When he doesn’t stop me, I keep going. The rise and fall of Blake’s deep breaths lets me know how much I’m affecting him.
"No." His hand grips my wrist when I go for the last piece of clothing, his boxer briefs. “Those stay on for now.” He reaches around me and unsnaps my bra. It falls, hitting the floor.
“You did that way too easily."
“I’m good with my hands.” One of those hands reaches up to cup my breast.
“Blake,” I snip.
"Truly mine, I promise you I have never unsnapped a bra before.”
I don’t get a chance to respond. Blake lifts me, tossing me onto the bed, and comes down over me, his body pressing to mine. My legs spread wide to make room for my husband.
Blake’s hand slides under my head and lifts at the same time he’s bringing his mouth to mine.
He gives me a fierce kiss filled with anticipation.
It makes my nipples tighten more, my sex grow wet, and my panties stick as his hard cock grinds down on me.
Holy hell, the man is big. It has my sex clenching, thinking of him being there soon.
“I feel how soaked you are, honey. Your needy pussy is getting me wet too.”
“It’s a lot,” I admit shyly, almost embarrassed.
“I hope so because my mouth is already watering thinking about eating you.” He gives me a devilish smile as he moves down my body.
His hands engulf my breasts, pushing them together so that he can bury his face there.
“I want all of you in my mouth.” He groans, latching on to one nipple, his finger pinching the other, making me gasp.
The sensation shoots directly to my clit.
My fantasies about how it would be between us do not touch the reality of it.
My hips try to buck, but I'm no match pinned under him, and that only adds to how turned on I am. The idea of Blake keeping me where he wants me so that he can do whatever he wants to me is erotic, and the idea burns through me.
Blake keeps working his way down my body. He kisses my hip, then sucks, making the blood rush to the surface before swiping his tongue across it. He does it a few more times, making the pulsing sensation in my clit intensify with each suck, my mind imagining it between my thighs.
"Stop teasing me," I tell him, trying to wiggle to get what I need.
"I need you as wet and needy as I can get you," he tells me as he knees my thighs farther apart before settling in between them, his mouth a breath away from my clit now. "Fuck, I love your smell," he groans right before burying his face in me.
The second he latches on to my clit, I'm done. The buildup is too much. I cry out his name, my hips bucking, but he doesn't stop. I jerk, trying to get away from him, my clit overly sensitive, but I don't get anywhere.
Blake works one finger into me and then another. "You're going to squeeze the hell out of my dick," I hear him say, I think. It's hard to focus on his words when his fingers are hooked inside me; the pleasure feels different. It sets me off again.
My toes literally curl as the ripples of pleasure flow through me in giant waves.
It's all-consuming, and for a moment, I'm lost in it.
Then I feel a sharp pain. My eyes fly open to meet my husband's as he sinks all the way down into me. I feel so many different emotions at this moment. It’s overwhelming in the best of ways, and I want more.
"Tell me you're okay." He brushes a few strands of hair out of my face. The tenderness I see in his eyes hits me right in the chest. This man loves me. I can see it written all over his handsome face.
"I'm okay." The pain was fleeting and not as bad as I thought it would be.
I was so lost in pleasure it was really a blip, and now there is only a small burn, but that too is quickly fading.
Then there is only Blake and the sensation of him filling me completely.
“More than okay.” I smile up at him, wrapping my arms around his neck.
Blake drops his forehead to mine. “This, you, was worth the wait and all the other bullshit. Fucking worth it.” He pulls out and thrusts back in. A small moan leaves me. “You know how good you feel, wife, the perfection of your tight pussy?”
“No.” I don’t know.
“Come morning you’ll know.” He keeps on thrusting. “When you’re tender because I couldn’t stop. You’ll see that I’m addicted to you in every way.” He nips my bottom lip. “You might have to fight me off you.”
“Oh my God.” I grip his shoulder, his filthy mouth only adding to the pleasure. His fingers slip between us, finding my clit as he keeps rutting in and out.
“You’re going to come with me.” I lick my lips. I’m so close, but I’m not sure I can. I already have twice.
“I, ah…” I can’t get more words out.
“You will." He leans down to bring his mouth next to my ear. “Lock your pussy around your husband and milk my release deep inside of you.” There is so much in those words, and I love each and every one of them.
My breath hitches as I shatter with the most intense orgasm of my life. I cry out Blake’s name, hearing him groan mine. I feel his release spill deep inside of me, and Blake digs his knees into the mattress, thrusting as deep as he can get.
I let myself melt into the bed under him, letting the pleasure consume me… and my husband too.