| Straight: Husband and Wife: Wedded Bliss (2/6) |
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/> I quickly brushed my teeth in the bathroom, pacing back and forth wondering what Erik’s face had meant. He’d caught me pleasuring myself in his bed. He’d opened the curtains, scaring me half to death. The look of pure carnal hunger on his face was both intimidating and electrifying. I checked my face in the mirror, ensured that my hair was still perfectly pinned in place. He would want me to look perfect, not some mess of a woman, right? I wondered for a second what it would be like if he stormed through the door, lifted me onto the counter and took me right there, face to face, watching himself in the mirror pound his rock hard cock into my dripping wet pussy again and again. I blushed and decided that was enough color for me. I stepped into the bedroom a moment later, and there he was, sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for me. He smiled, and I gasped. He was like an angel. I had been so wrong before, thinking his face could show no happiness. I realized now that he was everything I had ever dreamed of. Nervous and excited, I walked forward to my husband and questioned his emotions with my eyes. He raised a hand to tell me to stop walking and got up from the bed. He moved slowly, wordlessly towards me, stopping behind my back. I felt the pins in my hair swiftly coming loose and nearly panicked as I realize he did not want a perfectly put-together wife. He wanted me to be wild and beautiful, a Sex Goddess made just for him. The thought sent a new wave of tremors through my body and I hoped he wouldn’t notice. I leaned back against him as I felt the final pins being removed. That’s when I felt it. I could feel his hardness between my butt cheeks. I could feel the heat radiating off his body. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. This match truly was one made by the Gods. He leaned close to my ear, kissing me there and whispered, “I want you, now.” His tone was begging, filled with need and wanting. I leaned closer to him, pulling his arms from my waist, up my body to caress my breasts. I wanted him inside of me. I wanted him everywhere, all at once. He was mine and tonight I would be his. I hadn’t realized Sarah would be as needy as me, but the second my hands touched her breasts I was filled with a need so great I feared for her well being. I rubbed her hard nipples through the silk robe that hid them, but that wasn’t enough. I slid one hand under the robe and felt goose bumps raise on her chest as I moved my hand between her breasts and down to her stomach. I told her I wanted to see her, and feel her, and pleasure her as no man ever had. I slowly inched my hand down her stomach, into that precious place above her mound. I heard her breath catch as she anticipated my next move. But, I was not ready for that yet. I wanted to see her before I touched her. Instead of moving my hand between her legs, as we both so deeply wanted, I moved my hand to her side and turned her toward me slowly. She leaned her head to the side, |
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