“Ev, I want–”
“I know what you want, baby girl,” I murmur. “And it’s right here. Come and take it. Ride me, wife.”
Her eyes widen and darken at once and she throws a leg over my hips to straddle my thighs. Raising onto her knees, she takes me in her hand and guides me to her entrance, swiping my tip through her folds. I moan lowly. Nothing in this world feels quite as good as my cock slipping inside my wife’s pussy. I feel her breath hitch as my tip slips inside her, and she shifts slightly, adjusting her hips before sinking down on me, taking me fully in a single movement.
I’m deeper than I’ve ever been. Ruth is sitting on my hips, head thrown back, tits pushed out towards me and looking like a fuckinggoddess; I’m buried balls-deep in the sweetest pussy in the world, and her whimpers are spurring me fast and hard towards orgasm. I lean forward and pull a nipple between my lips, teasing it with my teeth and tongue as Ruth begins to move.
“Fuck, baby girl, yes,” I moan. “Ride me like that, darlin’. My perfect fucking wife and her perfect fucking cunt. I was born to fit this pussy, baby girl. You were made to ride me like this.”
She feels so fucking good. My fucking beautiful wife, surrounding me with her fucking beautiful pussy, taking my cock and riding me like a fucking rodeo champion.
Ruth’s moans become louder and longer and I return to her tits, lavishing one with my tongue and using my fingers to roll the other nipple into a pebbled peak. I roll my hips, matching Ruth’s every movement, and when she pitches forward, still rocking her hips and sliding up and down my cock, I catch her and capture her mouth in a hard kiss.
“Fuck, baby, yes,” she whimpers. She rolls her hips against me and whines, fingers trailing up and down my ribs as I grip her ass.
“Just like that, baby girl.” I buck my hips into her. “Just–like–that–”
I wrap an arm around her back, crushing her chest to mine and fusing my lips to hers. I fling my right hip up and over, flipping us, effectively reversing our positions as I cradle her between my body and the mattress. I love to fuck her, but I love to hold her, too. I press a kiss to her temple as I settle over her, rocking my hips. Before I know it, I’m slamming into her, both of us crying out with every thrust.
“I’m so close,” she gasps. “Fuck, Ev, I’m so close.”
“Come for me, baby girl,” I urge. Fuck,I’mclose. But I need her to come first. “What do you need?”
“You, Ev,” she whines. “I need you.”
“You have me,” I murmur into her ear. “I’m right here,”
“I needmore.”
“Touch yourself, darlin’,” I whisper. My voice is tight. “Touch yourself and make yourself come. Show me how you do it when I’m not with you.”
With a trembling hand, she reaches down and presses into her clit with a gasp. Every movement of her hand brushes the base of my cock and I fall closer and closer to the edge.
“Are you close, baby girl?” I ask. “Are you gonna come on my cock like a good little wife?”
“Yes,” she keens. “Fuck,yes.”
I reach down and cover her hand with mine, using both of our fingers to circle her clit. Once, twice, three times is all it takes before she falls apart, clenching me tight, moaning my name as she comes. I rock my hips into her again and she squeezes, milking me until my balls feel tight and heavy and an icy heat spreads from the base of my spine through all four limbs. I come with a muffled shout, spilling inside her and collapsing over her, sweaty and spent.
Sated, for now, I draw lazy circles on Ruth’s bare shoulder as she lays her head on my chest. Her hand is in front of her face, admiring the pink ring on her finger, and I capture her hand in mine, linking our fingers.
“Gonna have to get you a real one of these.” My voice rumbles out of my chest, thick with emotion I didn’t even know I could feel. A long exhale follows my words before Ruth looks up at me, blinking at me in the darkened room.
“I don’t mind,” she says softly. “I like this. I picked this.”
“Only because it was your only option. Get your phone, baby girl, let’s go ring shopping.”
“Ev, I don’t need anything big.”
“Then we’ll get you something small.” I contort my body to press a kiss to her crown. “But I’m buying you a real wedding ring, baby girl. My wife is gonna have a real ring.”
A puff of air leaves her lips as she smiles with a long blink to fight back tears.
“Okay,” she whispers. She unplugs her phone from the nightstand and the glow from the screen illuminates her skin. We shift and shuffle in tandem, sitting up against a stack of pillows and the headboard. She tucks herself into my side, against my chest, and holds her phone in front of us both.
“I like this,” she says, navigating to a website I’ve never heard of and tapping in quick succession until a dainty bridal set with a small, sparkling diamond fills the screen.
“It’s pretty,” I hum in agreement. “Send me the link.”
