The Loyal Groom (Groom 1)

“No.” I smile as I shake my head.

She made it clear she never wanted to upgrade or replace the band that made us husband and wife, and although I always want to give my wife the best of the best, I understood her choice. Although it wasn’t flashy, and almost everyone around her has diamonds and stones the size of golf balls, she always touches the simple gold ring with love and reverence. It makes me feel the same when I see mine.

I reach down to the table beside me and grab the small wooden box. When I hold it out for her, her eyes widen, and she looks at me in disbelief.

“You didn’t,” she whispers, and I nod.

“I did.”

“How?” She steps forward and takes the box from my hand, and I see her fingers tremble. “I tried to track down the watch dealer for years, but nothing. I thought it was gone.”

She opens the box, and nestled inside the velvet is her grandfather's watch. I take it out and then hold it out for her to put it on.

“It took me a long time and a lot of phone calls, but I found it at an estate sale four states over.” I slide the watch onto her wrist and turn it over so she can see the alterations I made. “I had a jeweler make a few modifications so that it would fit your wrist.”

“Oh Darian, I can’t believe it.” I see the tears begin to form in her eyes, and I lean forward to kiss them away.

“It was the right decision at the time to sell it, but now it’s time to have it home with us. Time for you to take this out from under the bed and wear it.”

“You know I was going to nag you about not taking the trash to the curb this morning, but you kind of made up for it.”

“Good thing I was one step ahead.” I laugh and then wrap my arms around her.

“You’re always one step ahead, but it’s one of the many reasons I love you.”

“What are all the others?” I kiss my way across her cheek and to that soft spot under her ear.

“The way your lips feel on me.” My mouth moves lower down her neck as my hands slide down her back. “The way you grab my ass.” I do it just as she says it, and she moans with pleasure.

“Do you have an opinion on how I eat your pussy?” I grind my cock against her lower belly, and she groans.

“I think you should remind me of your skills.”

“Gladly.”

I sweep her up in my arms and walk over to the covered veranda nearby. There’s a big couch we keep out here to sometimes watch outdoor movies on. She laughs as I toss her onto it then kneel down in front of her, quickly tugging off my shirt.

“I love how excited you get just before you taste me.” She spreads her legs and pulls her dress up.

“I’m like a dog about to get a treat.” I lick my lips as I run my finger down the edge of her panties and then pull them to the side.

Her moans fill my ears as I swipe my tongue through her folds and run circles around her clit. She’s already hot and wet, but I want this first one in my mouth. I like her soft and ready when my cock fills her up, so she needs to cum first.

Her fingers tangle in my hair as I grab her ass and lift her up to my mouth. I feast on her sweet flesh as my tongue makes love to her pussy. She arches and begs and then finally cries out when she can’t fight the climax any longer.

So slowly I lower her back to the couch as I unbutton my jeans and release my cock. It springs free between us, hard and thick and swollen with need. There’s a bead of cum on the end of it, close to dripping, as I grab the base and slide it through her silk.

She’s still panting from her first release as I shove in hard and deep. The pulse of her orgasm clenches around my cock, and when I grind against her clit, it sends her over the edge quickly into another wave of bliss.

Every time I enter her, it’s heaven and home all mixed into one. She’s perfect and giving as she opens her legs wider and allows me to drive my need into her. Over and over I give myself to her, and she cries out for more. My own need is bearing down on me, but I have to have another. I’m greedy for her pleasure, and I need to know that her body is wrung out by the time I let myself cum.