Page 58 of Promised at Birth


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“Not like this, baby. Come here.”

He looks into my eyes. His eyes are smoldering. Fiery with lust.

“Bobby, what do you mean?”

Bobby sighs in frustration, and replies, “fuck! why do women want to talk about everything? I am not going to talk about my feelings, but I only feel lust when I fuck a woman. This is different. What I am feeling for you is more powerful, more consuming, and more passionate that lust. I don’t want to be selfish with you. I want to make you come. I have never cared about making a woman come before. That was always their problem. My needs came first – but not with you, Gwen. I want to give you your first orgasm. I want to teach your body pleasure. I want to give you pleasure before I take anything from you.”

“Really?” I ask.

“Ever since our wedding day, other women no longer interest me. All I think about is you.”

Bobby grabs my hips and pulls me close to him. He wraps his arms around me. His tongue softly licks my pursed lips. It trails down my mouth, past my chin, and laves my neck. I shiver with desire. I feel a burst of wetness between my thighs.

“Are you wet for me, Gwen? I can smell how wet you are. Your scent is intoxicating – like flowers and sex. I bet you taste sweet and salty at the same time.”

He rakes his eyes over my red lace push-up bra and matching thong.

Strip me naked. Touch me.I ache. I will do anything. I am losing control. I want all of him.

He strokes my neck. His hand moves lower. Shoulders. Collarbones. I arch my back. His hand moves even lower. He is touching my breasts through my bra. My nipples throb.

“More.” I beg.

He smiles against my mouth. He massages my breasts with his strong hands. Teases my swollen buds with his fingertips. He licks my collarbones. Licks the tops of my breasts above my bra.

“Baby, I am going to make you feel good.”

Bobby’s hand travels from my naked thighs to my chest. He squeezes a breast. I hear him sigh. His mouth and tongue knead my hard nipple of my other breast through the fabric of bra. He traces the top of my bra with his tongue where my skin meets the lacy fabric. I push the fleshy mound spilling over my push-up bra into his mouth.Rip my bra off.He reads my mind. My bra unhooks in back. My breasts fall out. Bra tossed aside. He stares at my naked breasts. A feral look in his eyes.

“Fuck Gwen! Your tits are so big and gorgeous.”

His mouth and fingers explore my naked breasts. His mouth clamps onto one of my erect nipples. His tongue kneading. Sucking. I hear a pop when his mouth pulls away. His mouth travels to my other breast. His tongue swirling around my hard nipple. A hard suck on one nipple. A fingertip pinching and twirling the other nipple. I gasp. More of my breast is sucked into Bobby’s wet mouth. He is gorging on it. I hear suckling. I arch my back – push my breasts into his face. I have lost control. I buck my hips in his lap. He laughs.

My center is throbbing. My nipples are so erect they feel sore. I have never felt such pleasure. He buries his face in my breasts. His tongue licks every inch of them. My breaths are heavy. I do not want him to stop.

I open my legs. The need between them unbearable. I need release. I need him. His fingers. His mouth. His tongue. His hardness. I have never felt this way before. My body has taken over. I grab Bobby’s shoulders and straddle his lap. I grind my wet panties into his huge bulge. He growls. I cannot help myself. I pant in rhythm with my grinds. I run my hands over his muscled back and chest.Take me.

“Fuck! My slutty little virgin wife wants my cock!”

Oh! I like his filthy talk.

One of his hands strokes my thighs again. His fingers come close to the crotch of my wet panties. He moves his mouth from my breasts to my mouth. He kisses me deeply. He lays me down on the bed, so I am flat on my back. His mouth and hands move back to my breasts. I clench my thighs together. I close my legs. I have never had a man touch me like this before.

“Bobby, I..”

“Shh.”

Bobby straddles me. Strong thighs cage my thighs. His mouth laves my nipples. Hands stroke my stomach.Stroke lower.

The bed moves. Bobby spreads my legs open. Hot breath on my panties. A tongue on my inner thigh. I jump.

“Relax, Gwen.”

Bobby places his hands on the bed on either side of my stomach. He licks his way down my stomach. I arch my back. Eager. Warm hands move all over my thighs. His mouth passes my panties. He licks and kisses his way up and down my naked thighs. His hands nudge my thighs open even wider for more access. One of his hands brush my wet panties. I jump again. I feel the curve of his lips smile on my naked thigh. He clamps both hands on my thighs. He holds them open. He places his mouth on my wet panties and licks and sucks my clit through the lacy material. I squirm. He holds me fast. His front teeth gently nip my covered clit. I moan.

“Do you like that baby? I am going to make you feel good. I love the smell of your wet pussy.” He murmurs against my wet panties.

A hand strokes at the seam between my legs.

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