Page 86 of I Would Beg For You
Fuck!
“Happy wife, happy life,” she says with a small smile as she watches me, knowing full well what a show she just put on.
I can’t believe I’m getting hard again just replaying that scene in my mind. I bring my focus back to what she said. Yes, she’s my wife now. And a man—a husband—makes love to his wife; he doesn’t treat her like the ultimate slut he’s wringing his base pleasures from.
“Stop,” she says.
I open my eyes when her hand lands on my arm.
“I just asked you not to treat me like a saintly virgin.”
Merda, is she reading my mind now?
“I enjoyed this just as much as you did,” she continues.
I sneak in a breath, realization dawning on me.
“That’s…that’s not how our first time is supposed to be like,” I tell her.
“It’s not our first time.”
“As husband and wife, it was.”
She stares at me for long seconds, eyes narrowed. She also makes no effort to adjust her dress on her as she gets up to face me while standing.
“Don’t deny me my agency, Val.”
Like the people who toyed with her did. Like her father, Billings, those fucktards at Pineridge. That’s not what I’m doing. I’m just… I can’t put words to what I’m feeling, until they rip out of their own volition.
“Don’t deny me my wedding night, Naomi.”
I’m in this for the long haul, even if she hasn’t yet realized this. She needs a protector, that’s all. I can’t assume she’d choose this life for herself if she had any say in it.
But me? I have her now. She’s all mine. If it weren’t the case, I might even be ready to beg for it… Luckily, I don’t need to. She’s here, with me.
She hasn’t answered me, and I take this silence as her acquiescence. It’s her wedding night, too.
“Come,” I tell her, extending my hand to her.
When she clasps it, I pull her to me, my other hand slipping under her knees to sweep her into my arms. A laugh tumbles out of her, and this brings a balm onto my heart. I can’t contemplate the idea of ever losing Naomi now that I have her, now she’s, my wife. But it’s a thought I won’t focus on. Right now, I have to make love to my wife.
And I do just that after carrying her upstairs to my bedroom. I deposit her on the bed, reverently remove her clothes to leave her naked on top of the dark sheets. Her pale skin glows against the stark contrast, and she reminds me of a pagan goddess luring men to their downfall with her sinful body. It’s been so long since I’ve seen her entirely unclothed, I take my fill drinking in the sight of her beauty.
Then I’m undressing, joining her on the bed, worshipping her body, every inch of her skin, with my touch, my lips, my tongue,kissing and sucking, leaving the marks of my conquest as little love bites all over this unconquerable creature that welcomes me in her arms, in her embrace, in her mouth, in her core.
I pull away only long enough to line up my cock, then I’m melting between her legs again, weight braced on my forearms, hips nudging her thighs to open wider for me, so I can sink between them, sink my cock ever so slowly inside her as our eyes lock, as our hands clasp and fingers entwine, as our bodies find the rhythm that allows us both to rock in synchronicity with each other.
Time stops as I take her and she takes me, as I push and she pulls me in, as we join together as man and wife and come seconds apart, my release riding the waves of hers.
When I’m spent, I don’t pull out of her. I keep our bodies locked like this and roll us gently onto our sides. Naomi doesn’t leave my arms. Her head finds a spot in the crook of my shoulder, and I hear as much as feel her sigh of contentment against my neck as she goes liquid against me and soon falls asleep with me still inside her.
This… This should be our reality, the entirety of it.
But it isn’t, and tomorrow will come soon enough to reassert this fact mercilessly.
I sigh as I lay there with my wife sleeping contentedly burrowed into my side.
Tomorrow will come…but now? We have each other. It will be enough to sustain us.
