Page 82 of The Rejected Wife

"Oh!” He told me as much when he proposed to me, but somehow, hearing him say this when he’s inside me makes it feel even more real.

“Well," I offer, "I’m not a virgin anymore." I smile as if this isn't the most momentous event in my life.

In response, his cock pulses inside of me.

"You should have told me." He slides his palm down my stomach to cup my hip. "I would have been gentler."

"I… I didn’t want that."

He looks at me, disbelief evident in his expression.

"Just because I was a virgin doesn’t mean I’m innocent. I was simply discerning in who I wanted to sleep with." I jut out my chin. "But I’ve read enough books and watched enough stuff to know what I think I’ll like."

"I know you like being held down," he says in a considering voice, "but that doesn’t mean you’re ready for the rest of me."

"What?" I gape at him.

"I’m only half in."

Shock steals over me. "O-only… H-half of you?"

As if to illustrate his point, he nudges his hips forward. His cock slides in another inch. I was right when I thought I'd be able to feel him all the way in my throat.

He lowers his head and, once again, kisses me on my mouth. His kiss is even more gentle. "Let me in, baby," he says in a soft, coaxing voice. He slides his fingers between us and rubs my clit. Sensations spiral out from the contact. My stomach trembles. My scalp tingles. I tilt my hips up, and he slips in further. He groans; so do I. He pinches my clit, and it’s just painful enough to light up pinpricks of lust through my bloodstream. The pleasure fills in the gaps, and the mix is so heady.

My breathing grows shallow. I tug at his grasp again, and when he releases me, I wrap my arms about his neck and push my breasts up into his chest. "Fuck me, Husband."

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Tyler

When she calls me that… When her body writhes under me, and her curves beckon me, and her clit throbs under my ministrations, I can’t refuse her. I pull back, but instead of fucking into her again, I slide my fingers into her. I weave them in and out of her. Her thighs clench, and her pussy seems to melt further around my digits. She squirms but pushes up, so my fingers sink further into her. And when I twist them, I hit a spot that makes her jerk.

"Oh, my God." She digs her fingers into the sheet on either side of her and gasps loudly.

I pull out my fingers out and hold them up. Seeing the blood on them turns my chest into a burning furnace. She really was a virgin. Not that I doubted her word, but seeing the proof is another level. I bring my fingers to my lips and suck on them.

She breathes in sharply. "That’s…filthy."

I trail my fingers over her lips, and she flicks out her tongue and licks them.

"Now you’re filthy, too." I bring my fingers back to her cunt and begin to ease them in and out of her. Each time I slip them inside; I make sure to brush against that hidden spot deep inside of her.

She shivers, wraps her fingers about my wrist and holds on. I lean in so I can kiss her breast. I suck on her nipple, and she shudders. I give the same treatment to the other, and she moans aloud. I don’t let up finger-fucking her. I want her so wet that when I enter her again, there’s no pain. The fact that I’m her first makes me want to take care of her. It also makes me want to ensure the experience is so beautiful, she’ll remember it forever.

I continue to weave my fingers in and out of her. In and out. All the while, I kiss up her throat, to her stubborn chin, the creamy skin of her cheeks, her gorgeous lips, her nose, her forehead. I rain kisses on her, and she sighs. But her body wriggles under me. I can sense her climax building, for she begins to vibrate. The scent of her grows more intense. It goes straight to my head. Any remaining blood drains to my groin. I grit my teeth, forcing myself to hold back. I need her to come first. I increase the pace of my movements. Pushing my fingers in and out of her again. Then I press the heel of my hand into her clit. I rub with enough friction that her body bows off the bed.

She opens her mouth to scream, but I lean down and close my mouth over hers. I capture the sounds she makes as she twists under me. Her climax crashes through her. She jolts and jerks and finally, slumps, her body twitching. I release her mouth and look into her face. "Open your eyes."

She flickers her heavy eyelids open. The brown of her irises is almost golden. I wrap my fingers around my cock and position it at her cunt. "You ready for me, baby?"

When she nods, I slip inside her. She’s so wet, so relaxed, I push in all the way to the hilt.

A groan rumbles up my chest. "Jesus." I slap my hand into the mattress next to her and hold myself there. I allow her to adjust to my size, then slowly begin to move. I pull out, then back in. And again, watching her closely for any sign of distress. Any discomfort.

Sensing my perusal, her lips curve. "That feels good," she says in a husky tone.

"You’re so damn sexy, Wife."

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