“I plan to play with this pussy all day. Is that okay with you, wife?”
Her hands dive into my hair, tugging at the roots when I nip at her clit. My fingers continue to slowly pump her, searching for Darcy’s first high before she’s barely opened her eyes.
“I’m feeling like a bad boy today,” I rasp against her entrance, pulling my head back and slapping her clit with my palm, making her jolt and writhe. “I don’t want to move from our bed. You’re not at work, I don’t have practice, and it’s the most romantic date of the year.”
She whimpers when I pull out my fingers and spit onto my thumb, reentering her pussy and pushing the tip of my thumb inside her tight hole, teasing and coaxing her gently.
After a few seconds, I pull out of her ass, crooking my fingers to massage her front wall. Her cunt weeps for me, pools of release trickling down my hand.
“God, Jesus, Darcy. You’re such a wet fucking girl—you know that?” I rarely talk or think about my past with other women because my future only involves one. But I have never known a girl to get so wet during sex.
I like to think she saved it all up for me, and that thought sends blood shooting straight to my cock.
Like some sort of caveman, I growl against her, swiping my tongue from one hole to the next, considering all the ways I plan to take them throughout the day.
“How do you want me first?” I ask, my voice laced with lust and body trembling with need.
“I want you naked,” she replies, tugging at the hem of the T-shirt I’ve worn all night, trying to hide the tattoo I got yesterday but wanted to reveal this morning.
“But I’m hiding something under there,” I tease, my mouth hovering over her pussy.
She yanks on my shirt again. “Archer, you can’t say shit like that and then continue going down on me like it was nothing.”
Slowly and with a grin wider than the Brooklyn Bridge, I kiss my way up her body, only stopping when our lips are millimeters apart.
“Lesson number five in Archer Moore: I can lick your pussy whenever and under whatever circumstances I want.” I reach down between us, guiding my cock inside her. “Because my wife’s cunt is mine, to stretch out and fill as I please.”
She whimpers when my piercings slide into her opening, both legs clamping around my ass. She needs me deeper.
“Have you ever wanted and loved someone so much that you wish your bodies could just merge?” Darcy whispers against my parted lips. “At the risk of sounding like an ungrateful bitch, just you being inside me doesn’t feel like enough anymore.”
I know exactly what she means. “I’m happy you’re finally catching up to my feelings.” Still inside her, I pull up to a kneeling position, and she unwraps her legs from around me. “But what if I told you I did something yesterday that merges us and our family forever?”
Her eyes fall to the hem of my shirt when I cross my arms over my chest and pull it over in one motion. Although my tattoo is still fresh and wrapped, I replaced the initial bandage with a clear film so Darcy can see it.
Already big blue eyes grow even wider when they fall to my pec, a tiny gasp leaving her throat.
“Y-you …” She’s lost for words, pointing at my chest as she tries to form a coherent sentence. “When did you get this done?”
I drop down and brace my elbows on either side of her head as my dick makes slow strokes inside her tightening pussy. “Yesterday, after morning skate. The second we got the scan images, I booked in with the same artist who had done my thigh tattoo. Do you like it?”
She trails her dainty fingers over the image. “Archer, I … you got Emily tattooed on your body. It’s the most incredible thing I have ever seen.”
My heart swells, and I sit back again, this time bringing my girl with me until we’re fucking in the lotus position. I know this one’s good for her, she likes me deep, and I like to feel her swollen belly as she grinds against me, taking all that she wants from my body.
“When Emily’s born, I want to get yours and her fingerprints just underneath it.”
Darcy lifts up and sinks back down onto me, tipping my chin up with her forefinger as she kisses me with a passion so deep that I swear to God, my soul leaves my body.
“I love you, Archer. With everything I have, I love you so much.”
When her first orgasm hits, she spreads her legs wider, a crimson flush overtaking her flawless complexion. Her blue eyes are glazed, pouty pink lips parted as a climax so strong suspends her in a euphoric trance.
Throughout the years I’ve known this girl, I’ve thought on multiple occasions that she couldn’t get any more beautiful. This moment, right here, blows everything out of the water.
Her skin glows from my growing baby, a sheen of perspiration covering her skin as she rides my cock with abandon. I know our bedsheets are fucked, and I know I won’t be able to hang on much longer as my balls tighten. I’m ready to let go and imprint this image of my wife in my memory, just like I have our daughter on my skin.
“You’ve changed my life, Darcy.” At first, I can’t be sure if I said the words out loud, but when Darcy’s eyes grow glassier, I realize I did. “You made me believe in love,” I continue, emotions spilling out of me in the way I know I’ll empty inside her any minute. “My life was happy, but you gave it meaning.I’ve got everything to live for beyond my years as a hockey player.”