Page 76 of Waiting for Redemption

My fingers grip her ass tight, as she begins grinding her hips against me. Coating my abdomen with her wetness. My dick hardens instantly and I lay her gently on the bed never letting my lips leave hers. Her legs are still wrapped tightly around me, as I begin feathering kisses all along her neck, only releasing me as I move down to her breast. From there I kiss along her stomach until I make it to her scar. The same place one would be for a c-section, only it’s much smaller and far less professionally done. I kiss it once, twice, three times before I hear Ruby crying. I bring my face back up to hers, watching as the tears roll out of her eyes.

“Baby,” I whisper, my heart aching seeing her like this.

“Please don’t stop.” Her hand caresses my cheek as her fingernails brush through my beard.

“I’ll never stop. Not even death shall part us, Honey. I’ll make sure you remember nothing butusfrom this day forward. I swear it.” She shakes her head yes as I take her lips in mine once more. I guide myself to her entrance, breaking our kiss briefly.

“I’ll go slow, I promise.” I slide in just past the tip as her hands move above her head, gripping the sheets as I let her adjust to my size.

I keep my promise and go slow. Letting her wetness usher me in at just the right pace. I hear her moan“yes”at the exact moment I’m all the way in and there will never be a sound I love more than Ruby being satisfied. Her grip around my cock is downright intoxicating and takes every bit of self-restraint I have to keep my rhythm slow enough for her. I kiss along her neck until my lips reach the cusp of her ear.

“Only us, baby.” I reach my hands up, interlocking our fingers as I make love to my beautiful wife.

“Only us.” She agrees.

“Can you feel it, baby? How perfectly you were made for me?” My lips brush along the shell of her ear, as she lets out a little moan.

“Yes,” she breathes. “More, please.”

Don’t have to ask me twice, Honey.

I thrust into her harder, her eyes never wavering from my own. Something about staring into her eyes while she takes every inch of me is driving me absolutely wild. She squeezes my hand tighter as I lose control, increasing my speed while bodies collide and her beautiful moans are the only sounds that fill the room. I ram into her even harder, my cock hitting a spot it hadn’t yet reached.

“Yellow!” she says, her voice full of urgency. I immediately pull back, kissing her nose gently as I look into her eyes.

“I’m sorry, baby. Are you okay?” I ask, pressing my forehead to hers again. Her breasts are pressing against my chest as she pants.

“I think so. You’re just so… big. It almost feelstoogood. Like I can’t breathe when you hit certain spots. Is that crazy?” I let out a chuckle as I reassure her that it’s not.

“Not at all. Come here.” I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her into me as I stand to walk to the head of the bed, sitting down so that she straddles my lap.

“Now you’re in control, Honey. You set the pace and I won’t take over unless you ask me to.” She bites her lip as she raises up just enough to guide my cock into her pussy again.

“Is this okay?” She asks, grabbing the headboard behind me as her mermaid tattoo grabs my attention. I smirk and look back at her.

“Just dance baby.” I see a light come on in her mind as she begins to expertly move her hips, taking me on the ride of my life. “Look at you, riding my cock like such a good little wife.” I suck in a breath as she smiles at my praise, leaning in to kiss me. I wrap my hands in her long black hair, letting my tongue explore that perfect mouth of hers as she continues grinding her hips on me.

“Take over please,” she whispers against my lips, making me smile.

I pull her up, positioning her to turn around on all fours. Once I’m back inside her, and our rhythm is set, she fists the sheets in her hands. When her moans become muffled by the fabric, I bring her back flush with my chest, allowing her sounds of approval to be heard more clearly. I take advantage of our new position and begin rubbing her clit with one hand while the other wraps around her throat to bring her lips to mine. I always knew my hand would look right at home around her throat, but I didn’t realize just how right I was. My tattoos make the perfect necklace for my bride.

I squeeze gently, swallowing her whimper as her walls clench around me.

“Red!” She pulls away from me quickly as her breathing becomes panicked. I still my movements, pulling out before wrapping both of my arms around her in a gentle embrace.

“Okay. I’m listening. Which part?”

“My throat. I-” She shakes her head nervously.

“I hear you. I’m sorry that I scared you. I won’t do it again.” I promise her. She turns to face me completely, looking into my eyes hesitantly.

“I just… I got nervous because I… I liked it this time.”

“This time?” I ask, trying to swallow past the hint of anger in my throat.

“Yeah, but the last time someone had their hand there…It wasn’t for pleasure.” She drops her gaze, clearly not wanting to relive whatever happenedlast time.

“Just tell me what you need, Honey, and I’ll do it.” I caress her arms, reminding her that I’m here forher.

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