“Of course it was good,” I say. “You think I’m going to let you take a stab at my manliness?”
She laughs.
“Honestly, though,” I tell her. “It was your first time. I took your virginity.”
Her eyes wide. “Ohhh.” Then she bites her lip and her eyes roam over my damp body. “Want to help me remember what it’s like?”
Christ, do I want to. So badly, my dick aches to be inside her.
“Tonight, we take it easy, lass.”
She frowns but finally nods. “Alright, then.”
I lead her to bed and lay beside her. My mind churns with questions that need answers, but she has questions of her own as well. I answer her questions until she tires of them. I give her her phone and show her how to watch TV. It seems to quiet her a little, to have something mindless to do, while I answer my emails and get some work done.
When I come back to her, the sun’s set low and she’s fallen asleep. Her phone has fallen to the bed, her head tipped to the side. I take her phone and slide it onto the bedside table, then plug it into a charger. I lift the blanket and tuck it in around her, but she opens her eyes and blinks up at me.
With a big yawn, she whispers, “I fell asleep. Seems it takes a lot out of you lying in bed and eating food, hmm?”
I climb in beside her. “Aye. You’re still recovering, lass.”
She closes her eyes and rolls over on her side. I lie beside her, and pull my body up against hers. Her arse nestles easily against my crotch, as if she were meant to lie just like this, right here against me. I wrap my arm around her, holding her to me, and she sighs. Christ, she’s gorgeous, all curves and feminine allure, the scent from her shower wafting over me like magic. I breathe her in, the soft golden waves of her hair tickling my cheek. She’s little, but fierce. She’ll overcome this.
It takes me a moment to realize she’s breathing heavily. She hasn’t fallen asleep. It seems my wife isn’t immune to the power of sexual attraction. My cock stiffens and my balls tighten. I press my erection against her arse, and she pushes back. Encouraging me.
Wordlessly, I move my hand to her breast. Her breath hitches when I cup the weight of it, letting my thumb drag over her nipple. I tease her right over the thin fabric, until she’s panting and trembling. Slowly, so slowly I swear she holds her breath, I lift the top and splay my hand across the soft, naked skin of her belly. I let my thumb graze the swell of her breast a few times before roaming upward. I pinch one hardened nipple between my thumb and finger and she gasps.
I tease her nipple for long minutes, kneading and pulling, first one breast, then the other. The heady scent of her arousal is intoxicating. I imagine her riding me, full breasts on display and those gorgeous eyes of hers half-lidded with arousal and need.
I swallow hard, release her breast, and slowly drag my hand down the length of her belly to her hips. She trembles when I shove the elastic band of her pajamas aside, and slide my fingers downward. Wordlessly, she parts her legs, welcoming me to finger her. I push my hips against her arse, my erection throbbing for release, but I want to ease her back. I want her to trust me. I want to bury the memory of our first night together and replace those memories with good ones.
I kiss her shoulder when I reach for her pussy. She moans. Holding her against me, I stroke my fingers through her slick, swollen folds. She sighs with deep contentment, moving her hips in time with my fingers. In silence, I stroke her pussy, gliding my finger in circles over the little bundle of nerves. Her gasps and moans spur me on. I glide my fingers toward her center. I circle her core before I plunge my fingers in deeper. She gasps when I finger fuck her, her hips writhing. I release her core and return to her clit.
“Come, Aileen,” I breathe in her ear. I stroke harder, faster. She likes to be dominated, so I plant the seed. “Unless you need me to punish you. Do you need to be punished, sweetheart? Should I take my belt to you? Hmm?”
I feel her tremble beneath me, turned on by the thought of being dominated.
“Do I need to tie your wrists, bend you over, and cane your pussy?”
“Oh God,” she whispers, just as she lifts her hips and moans.
“Are you coming for me, sweetheart?”
“Yesssss!”
I stroke her pussy with gentler touches while her hips writhe against my hand and she pants through her release, until she collapses beside me and groans.