Page 33 of Vow of Obsession

“What are you doing?” she asks but slips her arms in, and I button it back up.

“You’re drunk, Tova. We can’t take things further.”

“I don’t like when you call me Tova. Sounds weird.” She wrinkles her nose. “Wait. Are you saying no sex?” Her brow furrows as though she’s disappointed.

“No sex.” But fuck, do I want to.

“But I shaved my vagina.” I don’t know how the hell I manage to keep a straight face. She’s adorable. A word that didn’t exist in my vocabulary until her. “And now you’re not even going to see it. I did all of that for nothing.”

“You want me to see it, little mouse?”

“Maybe a little.” A small huff leaves her. “You know what? Never mind.” She spins around, I’m sure to flee. Soon she will see that never works. This time I don’t have to chase. Her feet tangle in the dress pooled around her.

A small scream leaves her, and I quickly scoop her into my arms before she can hit the floor. “You can open your eyes.” I have her cradled in my arms again. She pops one open.

“You caught me.”

“I did.” I carry her over to the bed, laying her down. She scoots up to lean against the headboard.

“You sure you don’t want to see it?” Her fingers drift up her bare thigh as she parts them slightly. The shirt I put on her has bunched around her waist, giving me a view of her panties.

My breathing grows heavy. “Little mouse.” I try to warn her, but I know it’s useless. My new wife lives to push my buttons and test my control.

“A tiny peek.” I reach down, grabbing her ankle, needing to touch her. “That’s not a no.”

“Would it matter what I said?” She twitches her nose, tapping her finger to her lips as though she’s thinking. We both already know her answer.

“Nope!” She smirks, leaning forward. Tova wiggles her finger for me to come closer. “Unless it’s anal,” she whispers. “I’m not doing that if you ask.”

“Is that so?” I have never thought about fucking anyone in the ass before, but now she’s put the idea into my head, I want to touch and taste every part of her. That includes her ass.

“I think you do that at like three years married.”

“Three?” Where the hell did she come up with that number?

“I don’t know. I might have made it up.” Tova leans in more, brushing her lips over mine, taking what she wants. I indulge her, unable to resist even though I should. Tova’s tongue strokes against mine, a small moan leaving her.

“You win.” I groan, breaking the kiss.

“Really?” She beams up at me. “I’ve seduced you.” I can tell she is rather proud of herself.

“Lean back,” I order her, but I’m already gently pushing her shoulder back. “Undo the buttons.” I’d only buttoned a couple of them. Her tiny fingers quickly undo them, pushing the shirt open, revealing her rosy pink nipples.

Tova lies there sweetly watching me. Always so curious when it could put her in danger. I remove my shoes and loosen my belt, but I will keep my pants on. They must remain in place, or I risk crossing a line. Tova licks her lips, causing me to imagine what it will feel like to have them wrapped around my cock one day.

I push her legs apart, making room for myself. My hands go to her hips to stroke up her soft silky skin to her tits. I cup one in each hand as I lean in. Her scent surrounds me, making my mouth water. I have to taste her. There is no going back.

I suck her hard little nipple into my mouth. Tova shudders a breath. I circle it with my tongue before moving my mouth to the other to give it the same attention.

"Yes," Tova moans, her back arching to try and get more of her tit into my mouth. Her hand instinctively comes down to tangle her fingers in my hair.

I trail my mouth farther down her body, lingering on her stomach. The image of her round with our child flashes through my mind. A tidal wave of protectiveness rolls through me.

My fingers skim the top of her panties. As badly as I want to take them off, I refrain, finding some semblance of control left, but I know it won’t last forever.

Instead, I dip my fingers into her panties, tugging them to the side to reveal her glistening bare folds. Her tiny clit is barely poking out, begging for attention. The sight and smell of her pussy makes my balls ache. The need for release is thumpingthrough me, but I ignore it and everything else. There is only my wife and the pleasure I’m going to give her. I need to make her crave more. To become addicted to me, the same way I am to her.

I use my tongue to spread her open and groan when her flavor hits my tongue. Another need comes rushing forward, and I don’t fight this one. I bury my face in her cunt, wanting her juices to coat my face. To have her perfect pussy put its scent and mark all over me.

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