My husband hugs me to him, and I know that I made the right choice.
We separate for a glass of champagne and to feed one another strawberries. The sweet fruit explodes on my tongue bringing out the flavor of the sparkling wine. We lean toward each other, the water sloshes over the sides of the tub as his lips meet mine, soft and sweet, full of love and desire. Champagne kisses soon turn to so much more.
He greedily kisses me deeper and harder.
We stay lips molded together, fingers exploring one another until the water turns cool.
My husband lifts me out of the tub, and I slide down his slick body to my feet, water dripping everywhere, loving the feel of him. Every time he looks at me, I fall deeper and harder in love with him. His cock presses into my stomach firm and ready.
The mask of his control slips and he bares all to me. Body and soul. That lost little boy who craved love hides behind the shadows, he’s been there all along waiting for me to find him again. We make love in front of the fireplace, the warmth it produces no match for the fire burning between us. Holy is on his back on the plush bear skin rug as I straddle his hips, the head of his dick kissing my pussy lips, but I don’t let him in. Not yet. Tonight I’m in control. Nipping at his inked chest with my teeth and digging my nails into his shoulders, marking and claiming my territory. I kiss him all over, doing whatever I please. I claim the cross around his neck with my teeth.
“Want this inked right here.” I slide a hand between my breasts. “You’re the answer to every prayer I’ve ever whispered.” I guide him inside and roll my hips slowly hooked on the sensation of being loved and desired by him.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, putting a hand to my throat and thrusting his hips upward, hitting me deep in the right spot. “So beautiful. Fuckin’ perfect. My wife. My naughty little Honey Bee.”
I ride him soft and slow, savoring how perfectly our bodies fit together. He slaps my ass and rolls me to my back. I watch him slide in and out. Those thick veins popping out in his neck beneath his dark ink. He touches me all over with his rough hands. The fire crackles in the backdrop. Snowflakes falling and melting on the windowsill creating an illusion that we’re trapped in a snow globe where nothing exists but the two of us as he holds my body tight to his, giving it to me hard. Showing me that I don’t belong to just anybody I belong to him. I’m his to possess, kiss, and fuck whenever and however he pleases.
I always have been.
I don’t want to belong to anyone else.
No one could ever compare. Not to him.
Beni makes love to me like it’s for the first time, paying attention to every inch of my body. Making sure I know he’s devoted to me. Only me. Threading his fingers through mine he pushes my hands over my head, slamming into me harder and deeper, rougher and wilder. I shatter, becoming completely undone. The walls of my pussy squeeze and contract all around him. He drops his head to mine, taking my mouth with heavy breaths and strawberry flavored kisses.
I’m so gone for him. So fucking gone.
“That’s it. Gonna make you come over and over again,” he promises and delivers.
“Need behind you.” He releases me long enough to switch positions. I go to my belly, head bowed, ass up, giving him access to all my sensitive areas. One hand on my hip he drives into me. Using his other he teases my nipples, and I play with my clit.
It’s all too much but I can’t stop. I meet him thrust for thrust slamming my ass back at him. I want nothing more than to feel it the m
oment he gets off. For him to fill me with all that he is.
“Give it to me. Fuck me, baby,” I beg.
Pumping his hips faster he glides in and out of my tight hole. My wetness slicks down both my thighs. I’m fucking dripping I’m so hot and turned on. “You gonna come again?” I moan my answer as he slaps my ass and rubs his fingers through my juices.
“Oh fuck, I cry out when he goes right to my ass with a finger. My legs tremble and my body quakes.
Benicio pulls out then drills back in with a primal growl. His warmth spills into me and we collapse onto the rug.
“Fuck,” he mutters into my neck, brushing my hair out of the way. “I can’t move.” he laughs.
“Me either,” I say all breathy, trying to catch mine.
A sweaty arm curves around my waist and he palms one of my boobs. We stay plastered together for seems like forever on the rug watching the fire and the snow falling outside. I wish we’d get snowed in and we could stay here in this happy bubble forever.
“Is it supposed to snow a lot?”
“No idea,” he murmurs, stroking his fingers through my damp hair lazily. “Never imagined how sweet it’d be.”
“What’s that?”
“Seeing my ring on your finger. Knowing you’re mine and that nothing or no one can ever change that.”
“I like it too.” I hold my hand up and admire the silver band wrapped around my finger. I grab his hand and kiss his pairing wedding band.