Her mouth tips up in a smile which is seductive and coy at the same time. And it causes something to snap inside of me. My hands glide up the outside of her thighs until I reach the hem of my shirt.
And fuck, my shirt looks damn good on her.
When she first stepped out onto the porch, I was pissed about anyone except me being given the opportunity to see her barely dressed. I sure as fuck wasn’t going to tell her to go back inside and put clothes on. Not in front of my father.
Fuck no.
I bunch my shirt up around her waist and look down and take in her bare ass. It’s plump and perfectly round. And begging for my touch.
“Naughty Wildflower,” I groan. “No panties.”
“I was on a mission to find my husband, not my panties,” she sasses which causes my cock to throb and leak pre-cum.
I growl and press a hand in between her shoulder blades until she’s laid out across the counter in front of me while my other hand roams over the globes of her ass. I squeeze her flesh and she lets out a soft moan that goes right to my balls.
There’s no way I’ll be able to wait to bury myself inside of her.
With my t-shirt pushed up her back, I slide my sweats down just enough for my dick to spring free. Meadow’s blue eyes find mine, her head twisted around to look at me.
She’s already soaked for me. I can see her arousal glistening on the lips of her pussy.
Without warning I drop down on my haunches and slide my tongue along her slit while stroking my cock. A growl rumbles from my chest, as her taste hits my tongue. She pushes back against me, and I grip her hips to hold her in place.
I lap at her before spearing her opening while seeking more of her taste. The moan that comes out of her is downright sinful.
It’s music to my fucking ears.
When I stand up, I grip the base of my cock and run the tip up and down her soaked slit. My breathing turns ragged while she moves against the hold that I have on one of her hips and tries to push back against me.
It’s almost too much.
The heat of her.
The need she has for me.
The way my cock twitches and begs to be buried inside my wife.
The crown of my cock notches at her entrance and I push inside of her pussy slowly. My jaw clenches as I hiss out a breath.
“Fucking tight and hot,” I grunt, my cock filling her to the hilt.
“Rook,” she moans, her back arching as her body opens up for me. “Please, don’t tease me.”
“I’ve got you,” I rasp the words.
My fingers tighten on her hip, holding her in place, while my other hand grips her hair and wraps it around my fist. We freeze for a moment and know the picture that we make together is sexy as hell.
And then I start to move. I pull back slowly before slamming home inside of her. My thrusts start out measured and slow, but the way she feels has me moving faster.
I fuck her hard and fast, loving the way her mouth falls open as she mewls out her pleasure. As much as I want this to last, I’m chasing something more than our mutual pleasure.
My need to erase this morning and obliterate that man showing up here, and tainting our first morning together as husband and wife, is driving me. As my movements turn rougher, my wife takes it all in stride. Pleasure washes over her features as I hold her right where I want her.
I lean over her, my ear brushing her earlobe as I growl, “I’ll never let him near you. You’re mine.” I bark, “Say it.”
Her voice is a breathy moan, “I’m yours, husband.”
My balls draw up and a tingle races up my back. Thankfully, she cries out, her body locking up while the walls of her pussy squeeze me tightly, as her orgasm washes over her.