"Ow, shit!" he yelled and released my hips.
I slammed down on him and started moving on him frantically, rubbing my own clit as I ground myself down on him, his cock hitting and running along all of my sensitive nerves in this position as I tried to find that same feeling he brought out of me last time.
"You're an evil little thing, wife," he grumbled, but didn't stop me, grabbing my hips in a bruising grip, pumping into me forcefully as he pushed me down on him harder and faster, our bodies slapping together loudly as we pushed closer and closer to a finish for us both.
My internal muscles clenched his shaft as I started to reach my peak, my body trying to keep him right where he was, deep inside of me as he pumped into me eagerly, mumbling my name into my shoulder as he trembled from his impending climax.
He bit my shoulder and that was all it took. I shattered, gripping him tightly, my pussy muscles milking him as they contracted around his shaft and he followed me over, his cock pulsing inside of me, cum bathing my insides.
When he was done and the last twitches of my orgasm began to fade, he pressed his head against my neck, wrapping his arms around me caressingly, tenderly, and leaned on me.
I could feel his heavy breaths on my shoulder and I smiled, giggling a little, between pants, as I tried to get my heart rate back to normal.
"What's so funny, wife?" Ben murmured lazily, studying my flushed face in the mirror, while I giggled and smiled like an idiot, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth now too.
"Oh, you know..." I trailed off, tracing patterns on his arms as he held me, "I'm just happy to be here." I waggled my brows at him, wiggling a little on his shaft to emphasize my point.
He gave me a big belly laugh and kissed my shoulder.
"Me too wife, me too." He grinned.
Bennard
A week passed and I had to go back to work.
We'd spent all of our time together, getting to know each other, in and out of the bedroom.
My little wife seemed sad to have our honeymoon end and I was too, but we kept it going when I got home from work.
She'd started up her old business again, the one she'd had back home, working while I'm at work too.
I turned one of the spare upstairs bedrooms into an office/workspace for her.
Apparently, my little wife is talented in more ways than one.
She makes hand-made knick knacks out of wood and clay, quilts blankets, crochets beanies, gloves, scarves and baby clothes, anything she can come up with, then turns around and sells them online or to little shops she finds that are interested in selling those kinds of things.
Creative and inventive.
I'm proud of her.
I think there's a shop that sells those kinds of things around here and I plan on checking with the shop owner soon for her.
Hopefully, I can surprise my little wife with some good news if they're interested.
I love to see her happy smile when she's excited about something, it lights up her whole face.
Then there are the nights...
Our nights...
Mmm... Well, our nights are spent in each other’s arms, trying to sate myself with my insatiable little wife.
She's an imaginative little thing too, coming up with different ways to tease and tempt me.
I almost called in to work a couple of mornings because of my tenacious minx.
I couldn't ask for a more loving or thoughtful wife either.
She always greets me on the top step of the front porch, a kiss and one of her sweet smiles awaiting me as I pull my truck into the drive.
It makes me smile at the thought.
I don't think I've ever felt this happy in my life.
It's like I found that missing piece I needed that makes me feel whole.
I grinned as I pulled up the drive.
My little wife didn't come out to greet me as I got out of my truck and I went up the steps cautiously, checking the door to see if it had been tampered with at all.
It was locked, so I pulled out my keys and unlocked it, opening it wide and peering around for Penelope.
I frowned as I glanced around.
Nope, no Pen in the living room or kitchen.
Not that I could see from here.
I closed the door and locked it, pulling off my boots and dumping all my crap at the door to search for my wayward wife.
I heard the shower on as I reached our bedroom and I grinned.
Humming happily in the back of my throat, I pulled my clothes off to join my wet little wife.
I rubbed my hands in anticipation.
Shower sex, alright!
Yes, I'm a horny bastard, and no, it doesn't bother me one bit to admit it.
I popped a lead pipe just imagining my little wife soaping herself up in the shower, water streaming down her luscious body, curves out on display.
Just for me.
I wasn't disappointed either, when I stepped into the shower and nabbed up my slippery bundle of woman.
"Oh, my god, Ben!" she shrieked at me, giving me one of her 'looks'.
So cute when she’s mad.
"You just scared ten years off of my life!" she ranted, smacking my shoulders.
I kissed her hard and pushed her up against the tile wall, gripping her ass in one hand, lining myself up to her sex with the other.
I pushed into her slowly and we both moaned at the contact.
"I missed you, little wife. Did you miss me?" I groaned, smiling against her lips.
"Yes," she panted out, her head nodding vigorously, her nails digging into my back.
She leaned forward and latched onto my neck.
I’ll take that as a yes.
I could feel the coolness of the stone necklace she always wore pressed between us as she sucked on my sensitive flesh.
God that feels so good.
I groaned and started pounding into her, hard and fast, just the way my little wife likes it.
I reached under her knee and hooked my arm around it, lifting her leg up, changing the angle of penetration.
That's another thing I learned while I got to know my little wife, she's very flexible.
She gripped my back harder, gasping out my name as I pushed her closer to her orgasm, nails leaving dents in my skin.
Mark me, baby.
I leaned down and nipped at her neck, keeping up my relentless pace as I felt her climax around me, her sweet pussy gripping my dick like a vice as she found her release, taking me over the edge with her.
I shouted out her name as my cock twitched and pulsed inside her, my whole body lighting up as I felt my orgasm rush through my body, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, tingling up my spine, cock jerking unmercifully as I emptied myself inside of her.
God, she feels so fuckin’ good! I thought, twitching and trembling all over.
I continued to pump in and out of her, until I was almost certain the evil little minx had drained me dry.
I set her on her feet, careful to see that she was steady and kissed her forehead.
"How was your day, my lucky Penny?" I asked my beautiful wife, pushing her hair off of her face.
"Perfect," she practically purred at me with her sweet little voice, hands caressing my chest.
I rumbled deep in my chest, a true happy sound and she grinned and kissed me.
"I love it when you call me that," she sighed, leaning her head against me.
"What? My lucky Penny?" I asked, looking down into her twinkling grey eyes.
"Mmm... hmm..." she murmured and started trailing kisses down my torso, my still sensitive skin jumping at the contact.
"Insatiable minx. You know I'm going to need a minute or two to recover from that, right? Before we caaaa...." I garbled the last part as she took me into her mouth and sucked.
Hard.
There were a few more unintelligible words from me, then the rest was me grunting and chanting her name.
The doorbell rang and
she stopped, releasing me immediately to stand up.
"Wait! Wait! You can't just stop... not now! You got him all riled up, sweet wife! You can't just leave him hanging like this! Hey, where are you going?!!!" I shouted as she laughed and slipped out of the shower.
"Why... what kind of wife would I be if I didn't greet whomever is at the door?" she asked demurely, mock chastising me, her hands on her hips, lips pursed as if in irritation.
I drooled a little- she looked so sexy.
"A good one," I grumbled and whimpered as I looked down at my poor engorged cock.
She giggled and finger waved.
"I'm going to get you back for this, Penelope Ochulles! Mark my words!" I yelled at her, ogling her sweet ass as she disappeared into the bedroom.
I could hear her laughter over the shower and I chuckled.
I love my little wife!
I showered and dressed quickly, then headed to the living room.
I knew what I would find when I entered the room and it didn't bother me anymore.
Not one bit.
Penelope and William were chatting happily away at each other from the sofa.
Chittering back and forth like two happy little squirrels or something.
Do you think they'd get mad if I chucked nuts at them?
At first I didn't want William hanging around Penelope.
I was afraid my little wife might decide she likes the charming little Satyr more than she likes her one-eyed, asshole of a husband, maybe realize how much better she could do than me...
Penelope had asked me about it one night after William had stopped by.
I must be more transparent than I realize.
She said if I didn't quit pouting and alternately glaring daggers at my best friend whenever he came over, she was going to 'whoop my ass'.
I'd like to see her try.
I was tempted to keep acting testy, just to see if she would.
I didn't though, because I knew she was serious and my actions were bothering her.
Truly bothering her.
So, I blurted out how I felt about everything and she hopped into my lap, laughing and smothering me with reassuring kisses.
She said poor William would have to find his own woman, because this one only had eyes for her husband and his lusty single eye.
I grinned at the memory.
The next time Will came over, everything was fine.
Later that same night, right before he left, he let me know he was glad my surgery was a success and wanted to know if they let me keep the pole they'd removed from my arse.
Ha... ha... ha...
"Will," I greeted, nodding at him as I walked into the kitchen to grab a snack.
"You aren't eating, are you, Ben?" Penelope inquired as I shoved the cookie I was eating into my mouth.
"Ben?" she called.
"Hhhmm," I murmured, trying to chew discreetly, but hurriedly.
Mmmm... She made peanut butter this time.
"I'm making dinner... Enchiladas! Your favorite. So quit stuffing your face!!" she called, almost bellowed, from the living room.
Busted!
I shoved another cookie into my mouth.
"Oh, you're terrible! Get out of the kitchen! I saw that, Bennard Icharis Ochulles!" she shouted as I made my way to the back veranda, hands up to ward off her little slaps.
She's so adorable when she's mad.
Sometimes I do little things just to get her going.
"I never should have told her my whole name," I muttered as I plopped into a wicker chair, brushing off cookie crumbs.
"Icharis..." William snickered as he joined me and took the other chair.
He was smothering a smile, but he was doing a really bad job of it.
I tossed one of Penny's gardening gloves at his head and he ducked, laughing.
"So, what brings you here?" I asked my best friend.
"I looked into what you wanted me to look into," he said and glanced back into the house, making sure Penny wasn't nearby, lowering his voice.
He shook his head in the negative.
"Nothing short of mating her to a Werewolf, Satyr or a Troll would change her... and I don't think you're the type who would be willing to share..." he trailed off at my black look.
I rubbed my hands down my face and sighed.
"What the hell am I going to do, Will? I can't just sit back while she gets old and dies. I couldn't handle it," I confessed, gut clenching at the mere thought.
"So, tell her to pack her shit and leave. Tell her the truth. Tell her you can't handle it anymore and you don't want her anymore," Will snapped defiantly, his posture tense, face intentionally impassive.
I glared at him for a moment, both of us locking eyes in a silent grudge match.
"No! Hell no! That's not true and you know it. I love her," I admitted.
He smiled, a grin from ear to ear.
"Then just love her, Ben, that's all you can do. We'll figure something out. Maybe not today, but there's always tomorrow. So, until then, all you can do is just love her," William said and slapped me on the back.
There was a crash in the kitchen and we rushed in to see what was the matter.
Penny had dropped our plates onto the tile floor accidentally.
She looked pale and upset.
"Penny? You all right?" I asked as I hurried over to her.
She looked up at me as I knelt down to help her.
"You look pale, are you alright?" I asked again.
"I, uh... I have a headache," she said quietly, almost shaken. "I, uh... I think I need to lie down." Then, without another word, she left the room.
"Huh? Must be a lady thing," William whispered once she'd left.
He shrugged and got out the broom to help me clean up.
My gut tightened as I thought about all the things that could be wrong with her.
I blew out a long breath and prayed it wasn't anything serious.
Maybe she's just tired.
Yes, that's it, she's just tired.
We were up really late last night...
Maybe she's worn out.
I tried to dismiss it from my mind, telling myself it was probably nothing.
Trying to anyways...
Will and I ate, talked a little while longer, then called it a night.
I cleaned up the leftovers in the kitchen and went to go check on my little wife.
She was asleep on the bed.
I studied her closely.
Her eyes looked puffy and her face was pink.
I felt her forehead and she seemed okay, but I still worried.
Was she upset?
If so, what upset her?
I climbed into bed and slept fitfully, waking up at any noise, making sure it wasn't my lucky Penny needing something.
I just couldn't shake this worry that something was wrong.
*****
The following morning I woke up late and had to rush out the door.
Penny was still sleeping, so I just gave her a quick kiss on the forehead and left.
I planned on calling her throughout the day to make sure she's okay, so I didn't feel so bad about not waking her.
If she is sick, then she'll need her rest.
I hopped into my truck and debated the whole way to the jobsite if I should have just called in.
Penelope
I feigned sleep when I heard him curse a blue streak and get up.
My heart and my head were throbbing and I didn't want him to see that I had been crying.
Last night I'd finished up dinner and thought to serve the guys right out there on the veranda.
It was a lovely night and the moon had looked so beautiful in the darkened sky.
As I got closer to the door, I realized I'd forgotten to ask if they had drinks yet.
I set the plates down and opened the door a little as William's voice drifted in.
"So, tell her to pack her shit and leave. Tell her the truth, tell her you can't ha
ndle it anymore and you don't want her anymore."
I froze, my heart beating a mile a minute as it shattered to pieces at my feet.
I felt sick to my stomach as I realized that all this time we'd spent together, all the things I’d thought we’d shared... was just a cruel joke.
He doesn't even want me anymore, I thought, backing away, replaying William's words.
I gasped and put a shaking hand over my mouth to stifle it.
I took deep breaths and went over to the counter to lean on it.
He doesn't want me....
He can't handle it anymore...
He wants me to leave...
I wanted to break down and cry.
Why does he have me here, then?
Oh, no, it's more of that obligation bull shit, I reasoned, thinking of that immediately.
Ben has a very strong sense of responsibility... what if he's only with me because he feels he has to be?
My pain turned to sadness as I stood there, trying to figure out what on earth I was going to do.
"I won't be with someone who doesn't even want me. I won't," I whispered resolutely, vehemently.
I went and picked up their plates to deliver them and told myself I would confront Ben after William left.
My hands shook again as I thought of the time that's passed for me with Ben, the life I had thought we were going to share.
The life I stupidly thought we'd already started.
I lost my grip on the plates when my hands started to tremble even more.
I watched helplessly as they slipped and crashed to the ground, clanking loudly before they broke apart, food and ceramic flying everywhere.
They shattered on the floor by my feet, much like I felt my heart had.
I bent down and absently started picking up the bigger broken pieces of the plates, feeling completely detached and numb.
I heard Ben calling my name, but my brain wasn't up to translating for me.
He said something again and I looked up at his concerned face and I knew, without a doubt, that if I confronted him about what I'd heard, he still wouldn't have me leave.
He would stay with me forever, and even though I would love that more than anything, it would only be out of a sense of responsibility he had for me.
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