“Argh!” she wails, as I lick the seam of her lip where I drew a little blood.
I plunge my tongue into her mouth and grab her by her wrists, so she doesn’t move from her spot. She wiggles and thrashes under me as I take all the air from her lungs and suck it into mine. When her legs widen and wrap around my waist so she can rub her bare pussy on my cock, I don’t punish her for it. Instead, I just deepen our kiss until there isn’t one thought in her mind besides needing my cock inside her.
Unfortunately the kiss backfires on me, leaving me just as consumed with desire as she so obviously is, and when she wiggles just enough to have my crown firmly at her entrance, all my plans to torture her some more fly out the window.
I pull away from her lips, breathing hard and heavy like I’ve just run a fucking marathon instead of only giving my wife one simple, sinful kiss.
Rosa’s eyes are wide in alarm as my dick decides to inch inside her all on its own.
“Wait! Wait,” she bellows, her chest heaving up and down.
I’ve never been one for taking orders, but I do as she says and wait for her to catch her breath.
“Is it going to hurt?” she asks, her shy blush clawing at my control.
“Yes.”
I don’t see the need to beat around the bush or lie to her.
Most virgins cry bloody murder their first time. When I was a kid and hungry for pussy, I didn’t care who I was balls deep inside of, but it only took taking the virginity of a few Catholic girls that went to my high school to know that popping cherries wasn’t my kink. I quickly changed tactics and started fucking the teachers instead, leaving the inexperienced schoolgirls for some other asshole who could console them afterwards.
“How much?” she asks.
“On a scale of what?”
“I don’t know. On a scale of one to ten, I guess.”
“Eleven.”
“That’s reassuring,” she mumbles, her teeth instinctively going to her lip but then stopping halfway, thinking better of it.
Good girl.
“I’ll tell you what. Since I’m in such a benevolent mood, I can give you a choice. I can either go inch by inch until you’re used to my size, or I can rip off the band-aid in one go. Your choice.”
Again, she thinks hard on her decision before giving me an answer, like it’s some quiz she doesn’t want to fail. I wouldn’t mind her hesitation so much if her cunt clenching around my cock didn’t physically pain me.
“Rosa,” I mutter through gritted teeth in warning.
“Rip it off,” she blurts out.
“Are you sure?” The words stumble out of me before I have time to stop them.
Immediately I reprimand myself for the stupid-ass question.
Why the fuck should I care?
But instead of taking her first answer to heart and just fucking her raw in one go, I actually wait for her reply.
“I am.” She nods assuredly. “I only have one condition.”
To this, I arch a brow.
“You are hardly in a position to negotiate, acushla.” I grin, looking down to where my dick is connected to her pussy.
“I know. But I’m still asking.”
“Fine. I’ll indulge you, this once. What do you want?”
“I want to touch you.”
I frown.
“That isn’t part of the deal.”
“Again, I know. But I’m scared now. I just want to be able to hold on to something. Just to keep my bearings. Please.”
The vulnerable way she’s looking at me in this very moment strikes too much of a chord inside me. Up until now, Rosa has tried to mask such vulnerability from my eyes. For her to expose herself like this and let me have a full view of her fear is the reason why I concede to her wishes.
Or maybe I’m just getting soft in my old age.
I blame the latter.
“Fine.”
The relief that instantly blooms on her face makes her features look almost innocent. Trusting. It’s an aphrodisiac that I didn’t know could have such an effect on me. But as my cock swells painfully to its full extent, I can’t deny how looking at such trust in her eyes is tipping me over to the edge and making me want to fuck her even more.
Ever so carefully, she brings her arms down and places her delicate hands on my taut forearms. Her touch alone burns my already feverish skin, making me wish I hadn’t been so clouded by lust and just declined her request to touch me.
But it was that damn trust in her eyes that spurred me to offer some leniency.
“Do you trust me?” I ask, needing her to verbalize what I can see so clearly in her eyes.
“Yes.”
“You shouldn’t.”
“I know.”
I run my tongue over my front teeth, my pulse racing in my veins, prompting me to just fuck her already and be done with it. But it’s her goddamn fear of the unknown that has me hesitating. Instead of doing what every cell in my body demands and breaking her seal with one hard thrust, my hand trails down in between us and begins to play with her clit.
“What are you—”
“Shh, acushla. This will make it all the better. Trust me.”
Her tongue peeks out from between her parted lips as she lets out a sigh when my ministrations begin to have their desired effect. I lean down to her ear, nibbling on her lobe, as my fingers draw small circles on her sensitive nub.
“You’re fucking drenched, wife. I can smell you from here. How much does that greedy pussy want to get fucked?”
She starts to moan with every dirty word that falls out of my mouth, her nails sinking into my skin in tandem with my fingers quickening their pace.
“Such a perfect little slut. I bet you fooled everyone back in Mexico with your holier-than-thou air you like to flaunt so much, but you don’t fool me. You’re just another stupid cock-drunk whore who is only content when her cunt is filled to the hilt.”