Page 55 of Vow of Obsession

"Spread your thighs," I order. Tova's teeth sink into her bottom lip as she proceeds to spread them, giving me a view of her pussy. It is wet and glistening, her clit popping out between the folds, begging for my mouth.

"Warren—" Tova shifts, starting to close her legs. I grab her knees, stopping her.

"Are you trying to take your pussy away from me, little mouse?" She shakes her head no rapidly.

"It's achy. I need relief."

"Then allow your husband to soothe it." Tova opens her legs wider for me this time. "Words, little mouse. You said our communication isn't the best." I know she's being shy; it's sweet and innocent, but I want her to be open with me. To tell me what her needs are so that I can meet and exceed every one of them.

"Soothe it." Her bottom lip puffs out. "Please."

That will do for now. I'm barely hanging on myself.

My mouth is watering to taste her again, and I can’t hold back any longer. I bury my face between her lush thighs, covering her clit with my mouth.

My tongue works the little nub until she is moaning and whimpering. When I sense her body starting to tense up, I suck on her engorged clit. Tova cries out my name as her sweet cream fills my mouth. I greedily drink it up, even dipping my tonguelower to thrust inside of her to make sure I get every drop she has given me. I won’t waste a bit of it.

When I lift my head, Tova’s eyes are closed, her cheeks flushed, and her lips parted as her chest rises and falls, trying to catch her breath. I take a moment to admire my wife sprawled out on our bed, satisfied.

“Warren?” Her eyes flutter open. “Come here.” She wiggles her finger at me. Who could resist such an offer? I’d follow her to the depths of hell if she wanted. Destroy the devil himself and give her his throne, as long as she lets me touch every inch of her.

I move up her body, my elbows coming to rest on either side of her head. My cock slides through her wet folds and down to her opening. I kiss her as I push forward, the head of my cock entering her, and I feel the barrier of her virginity. She lets out a small gasp, and I deepen the kiss, my tongue stroking against hers. Tova wraps her arms around my neck.

“It’s okay,” she mutters against my mouth between kisses, sensing my hesitation. I know this is going to hurt her. “I want it. I want you.”

Her words finally break my resolve. I can’t wait another second. I thrust forward a few inches, her tightness enveloping me. Tova lets out a small whimper, her fingers gripping my shoulders tighter. I still my body, allowing her time to adjust. Her pussy is locked around me like a vise. If this was all she ever let me have, I’d die a happy man.

“Warren. Please,” she moans. I can hear the need in her voice.

“Please what?” I know exactly what she wants, but I need her to tell me. “Need your words, little mouse.”

“Make love to your wife.” I grit my teeth and drive forward, sinking every inch into her. A loud gasp leaves her, and she closes her eyes tightly. My fingers dig into the sheets as I steel myself.

“Tova.” I press a kiss to her mouth and then to her cheeks, anywhere that I can reach with my mouth.

“I don’t like when you use my name,” she whispers, her watery eyes meeting mine. No tears fall.

“I’ll do better.” Her lips tip up into a smile. “I’m sorry I hurt you.”

“I’m not.” Tova shifts, wiggling her hips. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.” With a grimace, I pull out and thrust back in. When a soft moan leaves her, a rush of relief fills me. So does the reality that she is fully ready for me.

"That's my girl." I use slow strokes until she relaxes more. Her pussy begins to suck me in, taunting me to move faster, harder.

When Tova wraps her legs around me, I give. My thrusts become quicker. Tova is right there with me, her own movements becoming wilder, her hips meeting my thrusts. I look down between us to see my cock disappear in and out of her.

It's too much. I rip my gaze away, knowing I won’t last if I keep watching, but then my eyes land on her face. She's lost in pleasure. Tova's pussy starts to flutter around my cock, her nails digging into me. She’s so fucking beautiful. I watch her come, her hips bucking as she cries out my name.

I tip over the edge with her, my balls drawing up tight, electricity shooting through me as I start to come. I push my knees into the mattress to drive into her as deep as I can get, holding myself there as I fill her with my release. I groan, dropping my forehead to hers, allowing myself to feel all of it.

“Wow.” Tova licks her lips. “You’re not bad for a virgin.” I bark a laugh. “Even growled a few times.”

I kiss the tip of her nose, staring down at her. My chest grows tight, and I know, in this moment, I do finally know what love is, and it’s my Tova, my little mouse, my wife.

Chapter Twenty-Five

TOVA

“Ihave a confession.” I glance down at my phone sitting on my sewing table, wondering what the hell Marks is about to confess. I have her on speaker since I’m alone in Warren and my bedroom. We often will leave our phones open and talk to each other while doing other things. Today I’m sewing pockets onto a new summer dress Cosima had gotten.

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