Chp 44- Claiming His Wife #2
He shifted, letting his fingers take over the steady, swirling friction on her clitoris while his mouth moved lower.
Pressing close, he plunged the tip of his tongue deep inside her tight heat.
As his fingers picked up the pace, his tongue matched the rhythm, working inside her with relentless depth.
"Ahh! Hubby, yes... ahh, I'm close! I'm.."
Her voice broke into a high, breathless cry as her entire body went taut. Her breathing grew heavy, and she shattered completely, her climax pouring straight into his mouth.
Taehyung licked her clean with slow, thorough strokes before leaning back, running a hand through his hair to push it out of his eyes.
Overwhelmed by how devastatingly handsome he looked, she couldn't resist, she reached for him, pulling him down by his neck and capturing his lips, kissing him with a fierce, ravenous hunger.
Taehyung kissed her back with the exact same fierceness, sliding his fingers back down into her warmth to tease her sensitive center.
She moaned directly into the kiss as he gently pressed his index finger inside her, taking her breath away.
Swallowing her soft cries, he carefully established a steady rhythm, thrusting one finger deep within her heat.
Slowly, one digit became two, and then three, stretching her smoothly.
Even as his own hard length throbbed heavily against his thighs, he ignored his own urge. Every ounce of his focus was locked entirely on his wife, on drowning her in the most unbelievable pleasure of her life.
He nipped at her lower lip while his free hand cupped her b*east, molding it to his palm. His rhythm never wavered; his fingers moved faster and wilder inside her, driving her up the edge until she bucked against his hand, her body shuddering as she squirted completely over his fingers.
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The couple was now in a missionary position, hovering above her in a tight, intimate hold, Taehyung stroked his length before rolling on a condom. He reached for the lube, slicking both himself and her entrance to make things as smooth as possible.
Looking down into her eyes, his expression softened with fierce tenderness. He cupped her cheek, his voice a low, reassuring murmur against her lips.
"It might hurt a little at first, my love... but it will turn into pure pleasure soon enough. Just hold onto me, hubby will take care of everything."
Jungkook nodded, her hands gripping his waist tightly. She felt Taehyung gently rubbing his tip against her entrance, deliberately taking it slow to ease the pressure as much as possible. Even so, as he gradually pushed forward, her face twisted from the sudden tightness.
"Ah! Hubby, it hurts... so much!" she cried out, fresh tears spilling over her lashes.
Taehyung bit his lip, reining in his own intensity to keep from thrusting all the way in at once. Reaching up, he gently wiped her tears away and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.
"You're doing so well, sweetheart. Just a little more, hmmm? I'm halfway in.... just a little more, jaan."
Jungkook buried her face into the crook of his neck, her nails digging into his back as he slowly, carefully worked the rest of his length all the way inside, filling her completely.
"Ah... fuck, you're so tight, biwi!"
Taehyung groaned, his muscles tense as he felt her heat gripping him closely.
He pulled back gently and thrust forward again at a slow, deliberate pace, giving her body time to adjust to his length and depth.
"Ah! No, take it out... it hurts, hubby!" Jungkook cried, her hands desperately tapping at his shoulders.
Taehyung maintained a slow, steady rhythm, reaching down with one hand to gently massage her lower abdomen, easing the tension in her muscles.
"Just a little more, baby... you'll start feeling the pleasure soon. Trust hubby. Scratch me, bite me. Do whatever you need to do, just hold onto me."
Taehyung stayed buried deep inside her, remaining completely still for a long moment to let the initial sting pass. He showered soft, comforting kisses over her eyelids, her cheeks, and the tip of her nose, murmuring soothing praise until her breathing slowly began to steady against his chest.
"That's it, jaan... just breathe for me," he whispered, his voice thick with restraint as he felt her tight heat slowly relax around him.
When her whimpers subsided into soft gasps, he began to move. He pulled back almost all the way before gliding back in with a slow, agonizingly smooth roll of his hips. The sharp pain gradually gave way to a heavy, blooming ache of warmth.
Jungkook's grip on his back shifted, her nails loosening their harsh bite as her back arched subtly off the mattress. A small, involuntary gasp hitched in her throat, not from pain this time, but from a sudden, sharp jolt of sweet sensation echoing deep in her belly.
"There you go" Taehyung ground out, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he caught the subtle change in her expression. He angled his hips slightly and thrust in again, hit that exact sensitive spot once more, and rewarded her with a deeper, firmer stroke.
"Tell hubby... does it still hurt, or are you starting to feel it now?"
"Ah... h-hubby" Jungkook whimpered, her hands sliding up from his shoulders to tangle into his sweat-dampened hair, pulling him down until their foreheads rested together.
"Don't...don't stop!"
That was all the permission Taehyung needed. With a low growl, he picked up the pace, setting a steady, rocking rhythm that filled the quiet room with the soft rustle of sheets and breathless, breathless moans.
The rhythm had turned entirely from pain to pure, blinding sensation.
Every deep, deliberate thrust sent waves of heat coursing through Jungkook, her mind completely hazy as she clung to his shoulders.
The room was filled with the slick sound of their bodies colliding and her breathless, sweet whimpers that kept pushing Taehyung over the edge.
She was hovering right on the precipice of another shattering peak, her back arching off the mattress with every stroke.
"T-Taehyung, Ah! Don't stop" The name slipped out unfiltered, raw, and high on pleasure.
Instantly, the steady rhythm snapped. Taehyung froze entirely, his body going rigid above her, still buried deep inside her heat.
The abrupt silence in the room felt deafening. Jungkook's eyes flew open, the haze of her orgasm instantly evaporating, replaced by a sudden strike of panic. Her heart hammered wildly against her ribs. She had broken the boundary, she was supposed to call him hubby, just as she always had.
"I-I'm sorry!" she whimpered frantically, her eyes welling up with fresh tears as her hands scrambled against his chest, trying to push him away out of pure fear. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to... please"
She tried to shrink back, convinced she had ruined everything, but Taehyung's large hand clamped gently yet firmly around her waist, locking her in place.
His dark eyes searched her face, his chest heaving with heavy, ragged breaths. A slow, dark smirk gradually spread across his lips, his gaze burning into hers with an intensity that made her toes curl.
"Say it again," he growled, his voice dropping an octave, thicker and rougher than before.
Jungkook blinked, confused and trembling. "W-what?"