The Reluctant Wife: Chapter 51

I’m going to take her other virgin hole and make her completely mine.

She must guess my intentions for her body grows rigid. I look up to find her looking down at me with big eyes. Tension radiates from her, and I slide back up her body. ‘You okay?’

She nods slowly.

‘We don’t have to do this, if you’re not comfortable with it.’

She stays silent.

“Blink once for yes, twice for no. You okay to continue?’

She blinks. Once.

‘You sure?’

“Yes, I’m sure,” She nods.

I peer into her eyes and take in the nervousness lurking there. But also, the lust.

‘Good girl.’ I cup her cheek. ‘You won’t regret it.’

Then, I reach down and fit two fingers inside her back channel. She shudders, and goosebumps pepper her skin. I work my fingers in and out of her, making sure her cum moistens her inner walls. I keep fucking her with my fingers until I’m able to slide in a third.

With all three of my fingers inside her up to my knuckles I stop. Little jolts travel up her body. Her eyes are so dilated, there’s only a ring of blue around the irises. I curl my fingers inside her, touching a part deep inside of her, and a full body shudder grips her.

‘You’re so close, baby,’ I croon.

Pulling my fingers out, I fit my swollen head to her back entrance, then push inside.

She groans, the sound muffled by her gag. I stay there pulsing, waiting for her to adjust. I slide my hands up her arms and lock them over her palms.

Then I piston my hips forward and slide in through the tight circle of her sphincter.

‘Breathe,’ I say through gritted teeth, fighting the need to fuck into her. ‘You’re doing so well, baby. You’re so tight. So hot. So everything.’

The need to be inside her tightens my balls, but I won’t move. Not yet. Not until she’s ready for me. I squeeze my eyes shut and draw in a few sharp breaths, and when I feel more in control, I open my eyes. She stares at me with those big blue eyes, and I feel my heart melt.

I begin to move slowly, pulling out until I’m at her back entrance, then plunging inside her. I hit that part deep inside of her again, and she begins to shiver.

‘Fucking hell, baby,’ I growl, willing my climax back.

I will not come, not until she’s orgasmed. A few times. I begin to fuck her slowly, in-out-in. The blush from her cheeks extends to her chest and further. Her shoulders quiver. Her breasts are so swollen, her nipples little bullets of desire.

I hold her gaze and begin to push inside her again and again. The next time I thrust into her, she digs her fingernails into my palms. Her thighs undulate, and her hips shudder.

The climax swoops up her body, and when I pull her panties out of her mouth, she cries out. ‘Ryot. Ryot. Ryot.’

Her eyes roll back in her head, and she comes on a loud keening cry. I continue to plunge into her. Her climax goes on and on. Tears squeeze out of the corners of her eyes trailing down her cheeks as her entire body quakes. Then she finally slumps. I stay inside her, throbbing, hurting, so fucking close to the edge that I see spots of black at the perimeter of my vision. Then, I pull out of her.

Reaching for the wet wipes on the nightstand, I wipe my fingers and my dick before grabbing a condom and sheathing myself.

When I fit my cock into the seam of her pussy, her eyelids flutter open. She takes in my condom, and the skin around her eyes creases. I can swear she’s upset I’m wearing a condom, but before I can ask, she locks her ankles around my waist.

‘I need you’—she swallows—’please.’

I stay where I am, with my cock teasing her entrance.

‘I want you so much’—I look into her eyes—’but I need to come to terms with my feelings for you. I need to work through what’s holding me back. I don’t want to hurt you, baby. But I need a little more time. Can you give me that?’

Understanding flits through her gaze, and her expression brightens.

‘It’s okay.’ She pushes her breasts into my chest. ‘It’s okay.’ She tilts her hips, and the angle is such, I slip inside her.

‘Jesus,’ I groan as the soft, melting channel of her pussy surrounds my shaft. ‘You’re so tight. So soft. I don’t deserve you.’

I curl my fingers about her throat, and she shivers.

I begin to move in and out of her. Holding her gaze, I allow my feelings to come to the fore for the first time. Allowing her to glimpse how much this means to me. How much she means to me. I tighten my hold around her throat, then plunge inside her again.

I hold myself there, throbbing against her inner walls. She gasps, lips parted, hair in a golden halo around her features. I gently tighten my fingers around her neck, and her pussy flutters around where we’re joined.

‘This is going to be so good for you,’ I promise.

I pull out, and with a long, deep thrust, enter her again. And again. I feel the tension build inside of her, bleeding into her muscles, tightening her shoulders, her neck. Her eyes shine, her lips set in a firm slash.

‘Give it up to me, baby. Lean into that feeling,’ I croon.

It feels incredible to be inside my wife. To feel her pussy clamp down on my dick. To feel her walls tighten around my throbbing cock. I look deeply into her eyes, and it feels like we’re connected in a way I haven’t been to anyone before. Body, to mind, to emotions. We’re one person. It feels like we’re melded together. Two beings. One soul. To give my wife pleasure, to make love to her, to gratify her, is the greatest feeling in the world.

As if she senses my emotions, a shudder ripples up her body. Her biceps tauten. The strain vibrates off her torso. She’s reaching for that distant space where it’s heaven. Where I’m going to lead her.

I squeeze down gently, around her throat. ‘Let go, completely.’