Page 54 of Vow of Obsession
"You were rather vocal about showing me your pussy."
"So crude," Tova says playfully.
"My apologies. Your pretty pussy." She snorts a laugh. "You have nothing to be nervous about. We can take things slow." It might kill me, but I'd rather do that than hurt her.
"I'm a virgin, so I can't help it." She picks up her glass to take a sip.
"I'm a virgin too, so—" Tova spits her water out, spraying it across the table.
"Are you okay?" I stand and go over to her.
"Don't joke like that when I'm taking a drink." She holds her hand to her chest. "When did you get all jokey?"
"I wasn't joking."
Tova stares up at me, blinking. "How?"
"I told you that you had nothing to worry about when it came to other women. That day in the garden I told you it was new territory to me when I kissed you," I remind her.
"I can't," she laughs. "Our communication is something else, I'll tell you.”
“Like you not telling me you desire a bear shifter?” Tova bursts into laughter again, almost falling out of her chair, but I catch her. Her soft body melts to mine, her laughter shaking through her into me. I never knew someone else’s happiness could be infectious, but that’s exactly how it is with Tova.
Fuck it. I’ll bring food up later, after I bury myself between her thighs. I can’t wait another second to claim her as mine. I carry my wife through the house, bride-style, as she seems to prefer.
“Is it time?” Tova starts to undo the buttons on my shirt.
“For me to transform into a bear? You’re going to be sorely disappointed.”
“I don’t know. You have areallygood growl.”
“That so?” I kick open the door to our bedroom, carrying her over to the bed. “Get naked,” I growl, gently tossing her onto the bed before I return to shut our bedroom door and lock it. No one is going to interrupt us this time.
I undo the rest of the buttons on my shirt as I make my way back to the bed, to my wife. Tova discards all of her clothes except for her panties and bra.
“All of it.” I pull my belt free, letting it drop to the floor before divesting myself of the rest of my clothes. Tova nibbles on her bottom lip, her eyes tracing me up and down.
“You're a piece of art, you know that?” She runs her fingers up my chest and over to the scar on my shoulder, where I was stabbed years ago. The other guy hadn’t fared so well.
“And you still have clothes on.” Her face is flushed; she glances down and away from me. “Little mouse?”
“It’s so bright in here, and you’re all—” She waves her hand up and down my body, almost hitting my cock that is sticking straight out at her, begging for attention, for her. “I’ve got no liquid courage, and I’m chubby.”
“Chubby?” I shake my head. “You’re perfect.” I suppose if this is chubby, then that is what I’m attracted to.
“I’m not. I’m?—"
“The only woman that I have ever wanted or desired. To me, you’re perfect in every way. You will always be that to me, Tova.”
Her lips turn up into a smile. “Okay, that was really sweet.”
“It’s the truth.” I want to be sweet to her if that is what makes her smile, but my words are true. Curvy, skinny, tall, or short doesn’t matter. I just want Tova, my wife.
She reaches behind her, unsnapping her bra and letting it fall away to reveal her pert breasts. Her dusky pink nipples are hardand ready for my mouth to be on them. Tova falls back onto the bed, her fingers dipping into her silky pink panties. I watch as she wiggles them down her legs before letting them drop off the side of the bed.
I wrap my hand around my cock and squeeze. I'm about to lose control and pounce on her. She’s laid out in my bed and mine for the taking. Tova's wild curls that are always so distracting are splayed out all around her.
Maybe my control is better than I thought. I've waited years to have this. That is a miracle in itself.
