GAVIN
Who'd have thought that my timid little virgin would turn into a sex Goddess? I doubt I could run from her tonight if I tried, not that I want to. She thinks I haven't been pent up. She doesn't know that I've been feverishly pleasuring myself in my office these past few weeks to thoughts of her spread legs and now full breasts. I didn't want her to feel guilty for having to deny me, so I haven't spoken about my desire for her. Besides, her health is way more important than me getting my nut off.
When I thought I might lose her in the hospital when she was delivering our son, I was certain I'd die right beside her. It felt like my heart was being physically wrenched from my chest from her every cry of pain. There was so much blood. The scent of it filled the room. The only thing that kept me from passing out from the sight of it was the fear of her dying. If it were to happen, I couldn't allow myself to miss a moment of her beautiful life. She had to know I was there with her from start to finish. I wouldn't have been able to live with myself otherwise.
The doctor said it was close. He tried to rush me out of the delivery room when things got too intense, but I insisted on staying. I fell to my knees and prayed to a God I didn't even know I believed in—to anyone who was willing to listen.
Crazy thoughts went through my head. That maybe they could take my blood and give it to her. They could drain me dry if it kept her and our baby alive. Nothing mattered more to me than the two precious lives in that room.
But she pulled through, and having to wait for six weeks before she was cleared to have sex seems to have made her hornier than ever. I've caught her petting her clit in the middle of the night when she thought I was fast asleep. I held her in my arms, my cock pressed against her ass, painfully aware of what was going on. I'd have offered to help her if I wasn't so scared of hurting her, but I vowed to myself that I'd keep my hands off of her until I knew she was ready for me.
Now, she seems more than ready. She claws at the front of my pants, drawing my hard length out. I moan. My God, it feels like it's been forever since I felt her touch. She's offered to pleasure me several times since the baby was born, but I insisted that if she has to wait, I would too. It was only fair.
Now it's game on. She falls to her knees before me, sliding my cock past her lips like she's starving for it. The way her cheeks suck around my tip is so intense that I reach back to brace myself, my body jerking against the refrigerator.
“Holy fuck,” I curse.
“I've missed this so much,” she mumbles around my dick, sending waves of pleasure reverberating through me.
“Don't talk with your mouth full, dear.” I smirk down at her. “It's rude.”
She gives me the finger, and I grab it.
“Oh yes, that's exactly what you're about to do.” I slide my fingers into her ashen brown hair, moving it away from her face so I can watch her suck me off. Whether she likes it or not, I'm going to be gentle. At least for the next few weeks. I want to make sure that her body is fully healed before she feels the full fury of my pent up sexual frustration.
Althea has no reservations right now. She licks down my cock, then sucks my balls into her mouth, latching onto them as she strokes me with both hands, her fingers wringing roughly around my cock, demanding my vocalization. My knees have never felt weak from a handjob before, but right now it's like my entire world is about to fall apart and take me down with it.
“Althea,” I say her name, unsure if I'm trying to beg her to stop or continue.
Her mouth travels back up to my glans, and she impales herself on my dick, moving up and down on my length at a frenzied pace. I've never seen someone more cock hungry in my entire life. Just witnessing her intense need to pleasure me is almost enough to send me over the edge.
“Slow down, love,” I tell her with a soft hiss.
She pulls off of my dick and pouts. “I don't want to.”
“I'm sure your body is just as hungry as mine.” I offer her my hand.
As soon as she stands, she pounces on me, wrapping her legs around my waist. “I can't wait. Take me to the bedroom,” she demands, pointing.
I chuckle, shaking my head as I carry her toward the bedroom. “You're insatiable.”
“And you've been stubborn. Keeping that dick all to yourself,” she whispers seductively against the shell of my ear. My cock throbs and I feel the beast inside of me rearing its ugly head, but I quickly squash it down. No matter how much I want to pound into her cunt until she's screaming my name, I have to be reserved tonight.
“It's always been yours,” I remind her as I lie her down on her back on the bed, quickly going to work peeling her panties off. When I came home, she was in nothing but a t-shirt and underwear, sexy and easy access.
I kneel at the edge of the bed, and she splays her legs for me. Her pussy is already dripping wet. She must have been fantasizing about this all day. Her heavy scent fills my nostrils, and I take in even more of it as I bury my mouth between her legs.
“Oh,” she whimpers, her hips bucking towards me as her back arches off the bed.
It only takes a few seconds of gentle teasing before she's coming all over my face, crying out to the heavens and clawing at the comforter beneath her. I watch her writhe, my balls aching from the sexy sight of her spread before me. I haven't jacked off in nearly a week because I've been waiting for this.
As if instantly recovering, she gazes at me over her mound with a look that could set the world on fire. “Come here.” She grabs my hair, pulling me up to her.
“Jesus, Althea.” I wince from her forcefulness.
“Lie down.” She pushes me over until I'm flat on my back, my legs half hanging off the bed.
Her small hands slide into the front of my shirt, and she rips it open. The sound of buttons popping and clicking as they hit the hardwood floor is almost deafening. I can't tear my eyes away from hers long enough to care, though. The shirt is expendable. I have at least a dozen just like it.
“Mine,” she practically yells, clawing both of her hands all the way down my chest.
I let out a gasp of pain as she tears flesh as she goes. Heat sears the surface of my skin as blood bubbles up from the wounds. She's given me hickeys before, left fingernail impressions in my back, but she's never made me bleed like this.
“Calm down,” I begin to tell her, but her hand is already on my dick.
For the first time ever I fear that she's going to be too rough with me. It's almost laughable.
She's writhing on top of me, spreading her pussy lips around my shaft to slide up and down it. Her head is tilted back, her eyes fluttering under heavy lids as if she's lost in some place between here and Heaven.
“Mmm, your cunt is so fucking wet.” I rest my hands on her hips, watching her in all her amorous glory.
“I need it inside of me. Can't wait to feel it,” she moans, moving all the way up until my tip is teasing at her entryway.
The anticipation is about to kill me. My helmet is already leaking seed. It's dripping over the side of her hand.
She lets me go and starts to push her hips back, and we both groan as I fill her.
“My God, I needed this.” She places her hands on my chest as she begins to rock, taking me all the way to the root, then slowly retreating until just my tip is inside, then sinking back down to do it all over again.
“Oh yeah, baby, ride me.”
After a few long strokes, she begins pumping on me with just as much vigor as she had when she sucked me off. I can see the need in her eyes. She wants to come all over my dick, and she's not going to stop until that happens.
I clutch onto her as I take control, thrusting up into her so fast that all I can hear is her heavy breathing and her moaning into my ear. I jackhammer her pussy, my body pushing towards the edge with every thrust.
“Oh yes. Please,” she whimpers, and I know she's begging for release.
A few more quick thrusts and I feel her tight little cunt clamp around me. I can't hold on anymore, my muscles seizing as my balls empty into her wanton snatch. I cry out from the intensity of it, feeling like my very breath is being sucked from my lungs. My stomach clenches, but I don't stop pumping. Filling her. Filling her with my seed. Scared I'll plant another baby in her belly yet wanting it at the same time so that other men will know that she's claimed. I never felt more pride than watching her walk around with a full stomach carrying our child. It's too soon to hope for something like that again, though. If God wills it, then it will be, but I'm not as impatient as I was before.
I know she's mine. She loves me. She shows me every day by rushing to the door to greet me when I come home from work. She sends me sweet text messages throughout the day and pictures of Evan. She's my perfect little wife.
Althea stays on top of me until our bodies have settled. Then she dismounts, and we both climb up higher onto the bed to cuddle. As I hold her in my arms, I think about the amazing journey we've been on together.
I may have bought her, but I earned her love. It didn't come easy. Trusting each other and knowing that she only had eyes for me. Our relationship didn't happen exactly as I had planned, but there's not a day that goes by that I don't thank God for allowing me to stumble across that website. It's odd to think that something so beautiful could come from something so seedy. But here we are, as happy as two people can be together.
THE END.