Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
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.
It was beyond flattering when she asked me to do it. Cosima loves fashion, but her stuff is super fancy. I worried about altering a dress that likely cost two thousand dollars. Especially adding pockets to it. My only comfort was knowing if I mess it up, Warren can use those stocks he told me about to fix it.
“Are you going to say it?” I ask when Marks remains silent. I swear she is so dramatic when she has news. She loves to dangle it for a bit before she divulges the goods.