“Fuck, yes, it’s yours, Abby. Forever yours since the instant I touched you,” Whit agreed as he slipped two fingers inside her tight cunt. “Just like this sweet pussy belongs only to me.”
Lifting suddenly uncertain eyes to his, Abby swallowed past the thickness in her throat to ask softly, “You’ve only been mine just like I’ve only been yours, right, Whit? There’s been no one else?”
Stunned, Whit stared at his wife with widened eyes and froze with his fingers still inside her. “Is that what you’ve been thinking? That there’s someone else?”
“Please just answer the question,” she begged, her voice tight with unspoken fear. “Please?”
“Abigail, there’s only been you in my bed and in my heart since the night I took your virginity eleven years ago, and there will only be you in my bed and in my heart until the day I die. That’s my vow to you. I might have broken a promise to you on our anniversary by not remembering and being here with you, but I will never dishonor our vows. Never!” he whispered violently as a single tear escaped her eye to roll down her cheek. “I’m yours, baby girl. Mind, body, and soul. And to be clear, that also includes my heart and my cock. You understand me?” he asked, bending his head until his forehead rested against hers.
“Yes, Whitlock. I understand,” she agreed in a low voice as she averted her eyes, embarrassed that she’d basically just accused him of having an affair while she held his dick in her hand.
“Abigail, look at me,” Whit invited, moving closer as he slowly withdrew his fingers from her sultry heat only to slowly slide them back inside her a moment later more deeply than before. Waiting until he had her eyes again, he brushed his lips to hers as he whispered, “I love you, sweetheart, and no woman but you has ever had that from me.”
“I love you, too, Whit,” she admitted with a stifled sob as she tightened her hand around his length, stroking it slowly with her fist. “Even when I wanted to hate you, I’ve loved you.”
“I swear on my life, Abby, it’s gonna get better from here,” Whit promised before pressing another kiss against her lips and lifting her in his arms.
***
Automatically wrapping her legs around his waist as he lifted her body, Abby closed her eyes as she wound her arms around her husband’s neck, resting her head against his neck trustingly as he carried her down the hallway toward their bedroom. Feeling him lower her to the center of their bed, she couldn’t help smiling as he lifted one foot in his hands, staring down at the shoe she wore with bemusement. “What?” she whispered as his fingers moved to the straps wrapped around her ankle.
“I’m just wondering how the hell you women can stand wearing these things,” he admitted, winking at her as he finally located the clasp on her shoe and began to unfasten it.
“I might have to turn in my girl card for telling you this, but we wear them because they make our legs look longer and they help make our asses look amazing,” she disclosed in a hushed voice. “But don’t tell anybody that I told you that. Like I said, they might revoke my membership to the girl club.”
Finally sliding her strappy high heel off her foot, Whit tossed it over his shoulder before pressing a kiss to her ankle and shaking his head. “Sweetheart, trust me, I love your legs just the way they are. And as for your ass,” he said, putting a knee to the bed so that he could reach up her body to palm one cheek of her butt, “if it gets any finer, I’ll have to get used to sporting permanent wood. I’m not getting any younger, babe. Cut a man some slack and lose the heels next time,” he growled, pressing his lips to the inside of her thigh as he slid off her other shoe and tossed it on the floor.
Sighing as she watched her husband rise again to stand at the foot of the bed, she held her breath as he slowly began to strip. Biting her lower lip as he lost his shirt and tie, Abby squirmed on the bed as he toed off his loafers and pushed his unfastened pants and boxers down his long lean legs. Fully naked now, he slowly knelt on the edge of the bed before crawling between her splayed legs. Thanking God she’d had the foresight to keep her waxing appointment last week, Abby shivered as she felt Whit’s hot breath fan her exposed folds.
God knew it wasn’t the first time her husband had been between her legs, but it was the first time in a long time. Shifting underneath the weight of his ravenous eyes, Abby licked her dry lips. “Whit…”
“Shhh, baby. I’m busy,” Whit hushed her as he continued staring at her waxed pussy. Sliding fingers lightly over the puffy flesh, he grinned when his wife shivered at his touch. “So goddamned pretty,” he murmured, watching as her folds seemed to blush at his light touch. “Have I ever told you how very much I love your pussy, baby girl?” he asked, his voice jagged and raw in the quiet room.
“Once or twice,” Abby whispered a little eagerly, her back arching from the bed when he used two of his blunt fingers to part her and blow gently on her swollen clit.
“It’s still true, Abby,” Whit informed her deeply before darting his tongue out to flick against her reddened nub. Hearing her whimper of pleasure, he used his tongue to slowly circle her sensitive bud before flicking it again with his tongue.
“Whit! Don’t tease,” Abby whined as her hand found its way to his dark head, her nails scratching against his scalp. “Please,” she begged, her hips churning desperately as he kissed her pussy the way he’d kissed her lips. Deeply and thoroughly, savoring every ounce of her flavor.
Long minutes later, Abby wondered if her husband was trying to kill her with pleasure. Death by acute bliss… she supposed there were worse ways to go, but she really wanted to cum before she died. His tongue, however, continued to work between her legs, lapping against that magical spot only to retreat a moment before she’d find release. His mouth worked tirelessly, creating amazing sensations she’d never even known existed. Sweaty and desperate, she clutched at the back of Whit’s head. “Please, Whit. I can’t take anymore. Either let me cum or come up here and fuck your wife the way she needs to be fucked, baby!” Abby pleaded, near tears.
Lifting his head, Whitlock smiled up at his wife, his mouth still shiny with her succulent juices. “Let it never be said that I would ever deny my sexy wife her fondest wish,” his deep voice rasped before he dropped one last kiss to her cleft. Taking his own sweet time as he slid back up her slickened body at a leisurely pace, dropping soft kisses against her skin every few inches he traveled, Whit paused to worship at the gorgeous mounds of her breasts. Pulling one nipple between his lips, he nibbled gently as his hand toyed with the other.
Shifting restlessly beneath him as her husband continued his wicked sensual torture of her body, Abigail reached between them to palm his leaking dick. Two could play this devious game, she thought as she used her thumb to rub the droplets of cum escaping his tip. Glorying at her sneaky counter move, she smiled when she heard Whit hiss through his teeth.
“Woman, you keep that up, and I’m likely to blow my load in your hand,” he warned through his clenched teeth as he drew his head away from her breast to glare at her. “You know damn well that after months of celibacy, the last thing I want to do is waste my cum by exploding in your hand. It belongs inside you. Deep, deep inside you, Abby girl,” he groaned as her grip tightened around his cock.
“Then I suggest you slide this wonderful dick inside me, husband. I’ve been every bit as chaste as you have, and I am more than ready to get fucked by my man. You up for the job?” she challenged, arching one eyebrow as she stared up into his tense face. Smiling wickedly at him, she knew her gorgeous husband was warring with himself for self-control. “C’mon, Whit,” she urged huskily. “Remind me how wonderful it feels when you fill me up. Make me remember how good it is between us when our bodies collide,” she breathed, releasing his staff as she lifted her hips to rub the bare lips of her pussy against his cock.
“Wife, you’re provoking the beast,” he warned her softly, his eyes darkening and takin
g on an almost feral gleam. “You sure you wanna do that?” he husked.
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” she informed him, her sapphire eyes flashing as she wrapped her legs around his hips and pushed him over until he was on his back with her straddling him. “Or maybe I’ll just take control of this situation myself,” she added with a seductive smile.
“Fuck that, baby girl,” Whit snarled passionately, quickly reversing their positions again until he hovered above her.
“Fuck me,” Abby invited pleadingly as she hooked her legs behind his back at the ankles and rocked her wet core against his thickened dick, her body trembling with a need that could only be described as frantic.
Unable to resist the lure of her soaked cunt, Whit drew back only long enough to fit his cock against her opening. Thrusting into her heat with one smooth lunge of his hips, they both moaned as he fused their bodies together and made them one.
“Whit!” Abby shouted, her high pitched voice fraught with lusty need as her hands clawed at his back, urging him to move inside her. “Don’t stop,” she begged as her pussy fluttered around his cock. “Please don’t stop. I need you so much,” she cried, turning her head to blindly search for her lover’s mouth.
Groaning as her slick channel tightened around his length, her pussy sucking at his cock in a way that threatened to rob him of his sanity, Whit mentally began to recite the Pledge of Allegiance, trying desperately to keep himself from cumming in his wife like a teenager fucking his first girl. “Shhh, baby girl. Just give me a second here,” he begged, holding his body perfectly still as he valiantly fought off his looming orgasm.
“But I need….” Abby began to whimper, moving her hips impatiently against his.
“Believe me, sweetheart, I know what you need… what we both need,” Whit soothed, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to her parted lips. “Just let me get myself under control and I’ll take care of you the way you need me to,” he promised, groaning roughly as her pussy contracted involuntarily, her walls hugging his cock in a way that that stole his breath. “Fuck,” he bit out, his jaw tightening as he gave up on making their sexual reunion last and thrust deeply into her cunt.
“Yes!” Abby moaned again, lifting her ass from the bed to meet the powerful surge of his cock. Even after over a decade of marriage, it felt like he was discovering her body for the first time, awakening her to his every touch. She knew her climax was nearing and that when she reached that inevitable peak, she was going to go off like a bottle rocket, soaring higher than he’d ever before sent her. “Faster, Whit,” she gasped, her body quickening as he shuttled in and out of her in a hard, measured rhythm.
“Don’t rush me, baby. I feel like I’ve finally found my home again after a long, lonely prison sentence in hell,” Whit confided against her ear, his voice rough with passion as his cock moved fluidly, sliding in and out of her perfect scorching heat with every thrust of his aching cock carrying him closer to heaven.
His words shattered something inside her, breaking her apart from the inside out. She felt safe again, as if the chains of her pain had finally been severed and she was free to love him openly without constraint again. Tightening her arms around his neck as the churn of his hips quickened and the pleasure he was creating heightened to a whole new level, she felt goosebumps rising against her skin. It was so, so good… this familiar connection she felt between them. Not just the one between their bodies either, but the one that joined their hearts, too. Whit had been right. It did feel as if she was coming home again…coming straight into his arms. “Oh, yeah,” she panted as she felt him move his hands down her body to slide under the cheeks of her ass and change the angle of his penetration. “Yeah! Right there, Whit!” she screamed as his cock hit a magical spot buried deep within her.
“Let go, Abby,” Whit demanded raggedly as he felt his own climax looming in the not-too-far distance, the muscles in his ass flexing as he arched his back, getting deeper inside his wife than he’d ever been. “Let that sweet pussy bathe my dick in your cream. C’mon, baby girl,” he growled against her mouth, nipping her lower lip with his teeth as she gasped against his lips. “Give it to me! Now!!” he grunted as sweat ran down their bodies mixing together just as their essences soon would. “Fuck, yes!” He howled, throwing back his head and roaring his satisfaction when sensation overwhelmed him, and he quickly dropped his gaze again to stare down at her contorting face while his fingers dug into the firm cheeks of her ass. Watching his beautiful wife with masculine pride as her tight pussy convulsed around his dick and triggered his own release, he felt jets of his thick cum burst from the head of his dick, coating her pussy and marking her as completely his again.
Her screams of completion still hung in the air as he lowered his head, kissing her lips gently as he continued to glide in and out of her, still half-hard after cumming harder than he ever remembered cumming in his life. He’d be damned, though, if he missed the opportunity to have her sweet cunt milk the last of his essence from his body. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured as her pussy’s grip on his cock began to ease on him. “You got what you needed, didn’t you?” he whispered between gentle kisses to her cheeks, her chin, her nose…basically everywhere he could reach.
“Mmmm hmmm,” Abby returned with a sleepy, sated smile as she felt him press a last lingering kiss to her lips. “I love you, Whit,” she whispered against his mouth as her eyes fluttered closed and her body relaxed completely, her mental and physical exhaustion finally overcoming her.
Shifting to her side so that he didn’t crush his wife, Whit pulled Abby into his arms, cradling her protectively in his embrace as he spooned his body behind hers. Sighing happily as she relaxed heavily against him, a faint smile played around his lips as he looked over her body. Swollen red lips… mussed hair strewn across his chest… and he knew she’d have a few light bruises on her ass where his fingers had held her tightly while he fucked her. Yes, she definitely looked well-loved to him. Brushing the back of his fingers against the downy skin of her cheek, he spent long moments simply staring at the woman he loved more than life. “You sleep, baby,” he whispered to her sleeping form. “And when you wake up, I’ll share everything with you,” he promised, a heavy weight lifting from his chest as he made the silent decision to never keep another secret from his Abigail.
Chapter Four
Plastered against her husband’s side, Abby woke slowly. Blinking groggily, her vision slowly adjusted to their mostly darkened bedroom. Only a dim light left on in the ensuite bathroom allowed her to see anything in the room. Squinting at the alarm clock on her bedside table, she noted it was 11 PM. It wasn’t even too very late; it just felt like it after their energetic lovemaking earlier in the night.
Yawning sleepily as clips of their evening played on a reel in her mind, Abby felt her body grow hot at the vivid memories. She and Whit had been more than a little enthusiastic in their loving, and her body now ached deliciously. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that she would be sore when she finally crawled out of bed with him. But, sweet Lord, it had been worth it to feel like a woman in her husband’s arms again. Moving slowly, she stirred as her bladder reminded her that she had urgent business to attend to. Looking over her shoulder, she saw his eyes were still closed, and she tried to slip out of the embrace Whit had her locked within.
She couldn’t help her grin at the tight grip he kept on her, almost as though he was terrified she’d slip away while he slept. And while she did need a trip to the bathroom, the last thing on earth she wanted to do was escape this man. On the contrary, she wanted to spend whatever life she had left right here beside him. She knew they still had loads to talk about and work through – primarily what had been up his ass the last couple of months — but it could wait until he was well rested and until she’d emptied her loudly protesting bladder. Carefully lifting one of the arms holding her to his side, she couldn’t help chuckling when he merely tightened
his hold on her with his other arm and threw a heavy leg over hers, grumbling in his sleep.
“Don’t leave me yet, baby girl. Come back to bed,” Whit rasped, his voice thick with sleep as he cracked open one eye to look blearily up at her.
“I will, honey,” Abby agreed with a sweet smile as she rubbed his arm gently. “First, though, I need to use the bathroom. I won’t be a minute.”
Nodding, Whit reluctantly released her, watching as his wife slipped, still naked, from their bed. “Hurry up and come back to me,” he ordered softly. “I don’t like not feeling you against me.”
“I’ll be quick. Promise,” Abby declared with a wink before quickly hurrying toward the bathroom to take care of business. Closing the door behind her, she hastily did what needed to be done and five minutes later she was surprised to come out of their bathroom to find her husband wide awake and alert, sitting propped against the headboard of their bed with the sheet pulled up to his waist, waiting for her. He’d turned on his bedside lamp, and it now cast a warm, rosy glow over their rumpled bed. “You didn’t need to get up, Whit. I was coming right back,” she said quietly, crossing the room to crawl back under the covers with him.
“Missed you,” Whit offered with a boyish half-smile.
“I was gone less than five minutes,” Abby pointed out as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her back to lie against his warm body.
“Don’t give a damn,” Whit said dismissively.
“We’ve had too much distance separating us the last couple of months, sweetheart. It’s been completely my fault,” he interjected swiftly when she opened her mouth to reply. “But I want to make things right now.”
Shooting him a nervous look, Abby was grateful when he took her hand in his. “Me, too,” she agreed with a nod.
Whit nodded at her comment and took a deep, fortifying breath and braced himself to face the music. “I have some things I need to confess to you, Abby,” he began softly, frowning when Abby’s face whitened and her eyes filled with tears.
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