Wife To Love

by MK Moore

  “I’ll get it for you. How do you take it? I think it’s a prerequisite to know the way my sexy wife takes her nectar of the Gods.” He says as he is about to stand. I pat his thigh. His incredibly muscular thigh and I moan a little.

  “I’ll go, but for the record it is iced, light, and super sweet. You want?”

  He puts his hands on my waist and pulls me down to his lap. My little blue sundress rides indecently up my thighs with only his jeans and my tiny panties between us. I can feel his hardness against my belly and grind against him, unashamed. He groans.

  “Oh, I want.” He says, through gritted teeth. If I could do whatever was necessary to elicit more groans and his digging into my hips, I’d die a happy woman.

  “Yeah?” I all but pant.

  When someone clears their throat nearby, I jump but Robby doesn’t let me go. I look in the direction of an older couple sitting two chairs down.

  “Sorry, Ma’am. We are newlyweds.” Robby says. He is even polite to old ladies. Swoon.

  “No worries, dear. The rent-a-cops are headed this way though. You better let your lady go.”

  “Thank you for the heads up.” I say sweetly. Becoming bold for the first time in my life as I lean down and kiss him. He kisses me back and it is a less than chaste. Thank God. “So, is that a yes on the coffee, babe?” It may be the first time I have ever said the word. I find it suits him.

  “Yes please. Medium Black with three sugars.”

  “I’ll be right back.” I say as I kiss him again.

  I put a little more sway into my step because I can feel him watching me.

  While I am doctoring his coffee, I notice a man out of the corner of my eye. What the fuck is he doing here? Johnny Russo. He was my best friend in middle school and then he went into what I like to call little Mafioso training. After he did that, my mom would not let me be friends with him anymore. I suddenly forget where I am for a minute, because when he starts toward me with arms outstretched I run and jump into his arms.

  “Cara. What the fuck happened to your face?” My back stiffens. I am going to have to get used to this. People will stare. Obnoxious little kids will point and laugh. I decide to rise above and own it.

  “Angelo sent a fucking thug after me and this is what I am left with.” I want to be a hard bitch, but I am whining and I’m fucking allowed. Right? Right?

  “Jesus. Your father sent me to find you. Angelo is on the warpath. I have to get you out of here” Johnny whispers into my hair. I instantly hate that I hugged him, and I am still in his arms. It is mostly because Robby will not know he’s gay. No one knows, but still.

  “You might want to take your hands off of my wife, friend.” I hear Robby before I see him. Well, fuck.

  “Oh girl. Your mama is going to kill you. She didn’t get that big ass creepy wedding she was planning to Angelo. Name’s Johnny and Sally and I go way back.” His eyes are plastered on my man, and I don’t like it one fucking bit. He continues, “you are really hot. This is your husband?” Johnny is notorious for talking a mile a minute about everything at once.

  Robby looks like a deer in the headlights, so I move closer to him.

  “Yes.” I say smiling and sliding my hand into his.

  “Nice. I still have to take you home, Princess.” He moves to grab my forearm, but I pull it back before he can.

  “I am sorry Johnny, but I will not be going home with you. My place is beside my husband. Once we get home, I will call and let him know.” I know this is just for show, but the statement feels right and effortlessly flows from mouth.

  I hope I am not laying it on too thick and making Robby uncomfortable. But then I realize I must not be, because he rubs tiny circles on the small of my back.

  “You may come with us, but she does not leave my side for any reason.” Robby says as he is grabbing my hand. I am so good with that, I forget the need to remind myself it is not real.

  Chapter Six

  Robby

  My jealousy is instant the second she jumps into the guys arms. I do not stop and think before I am storming across the room and pulling her from him. Before he can say a one word, I know he’s gay. He reminds me of my brother Blake, which reminds me of the sad situation my sister-in-law Brooke is in. She does not know she is married to a gay guy. Regardless, despite this guy being gay I do not want anyone touching my girl.

  Johnny takes his own flight and tells Salenah he will relay her message to her father.

  We board the plane and are seated side by side, which gives me the option of putting the armrest up and pulling her close to me. It is an eleven-hour flight and I don’t know how much longer I can wait to make her mine. Every fucking thought I have is consumed by how much I need her to come apart for me. My cock is uncomfortably hard as her scent is all around me. It would be so easy to slide my fingers inside her, but I will not disrespect my wife by succumbing to my desires in a public place.

  The flight is uneventful and once we touch down in San Francisco, I rent a car and drive the seventy miles to my house. Ryan and Natalia will not be there until tomorrow giving me the night with my beautiful bride.

  Inside the house, I can tell my mom had been here. I called her when we landed and there is a smell of chili simmering on the stove. She only lives a few houses down the street, so I am sure she just slipped out when we pulled up.

  I give her a quick tour of the one-story house. The kitchen, dining room, and living room are all an open concept leading off from the front door. All the bedrooms are in the back of the house. Besides the master there are four additional rooms. It is a starter home with plenty of room.

  “Oh my God, that smells amazing!” Salenah says excitedly. “I am freaking starving. Shall I serve you?” She says heading towards the correct cabinet.

  The fuck? Serve me? That invokes all kinds of images in my mind as I reach for her outstretched arm and I pull her back towards me. “I don’t need you to serve me, baby. I should be serving you. Worshiping you.”

  “No. Wives take care of the household and they sure as shit feed their man. I am not opposed to being worshipped though.” She says. The passion in her voice makes me even harder. I don’t know how that is possible though. I want nothing more than to back her against the counter and take what’s mine.

  “Is that what I am? Your man?” I don’t recognize the gruff tone in my voice.

  “Until you get tired of protecting me, yes. I won’t embarrass you or let you go hungry.”

  “I will never get tired of you, Salenah. Fuck this shit. You are mine.” I all but growl. Her words are a balm to my soul.

  “Okay. I am yours.” She says, while nodding. Her voice is dripping with excitement.

  Her easy acquiescence makes the last tendril of control I have snap. I reach and turn the stove off.

  “Hey. I am hungry.” She says, smiling.

  Damn it. I know I need to take care of her and reach around her to open the cabinet, pulling two bowls out. She grabs them from me.

  “I got it, baby.” I say.

  “No. Go sit.” She demands, pointing at the little table to the right of us.

  Being an obedient husband, I go to the kitchen table and sit. It feels weird. In my mom’s house, she cooks and we all pitch in with serving and doing the dishes. When I say as much, her response floors me.

  “I am not your mama and I do things my way. Got it?” She sets one bowl in front of me and one across the table. She walks over the fridge, my eyes trained on her ass the whole time, and pulls out a Red Stripe Lager and a bottle of cabernet sauvignon. Taking the wine opener out of the silverware drawer, she then moves towards the table. I love that she is making herself at home. I watch in fascination as she just knows where things are. When she opens the wine and pours herself a glass, she clears her throat. I realize I have not answered her question.

  “Yes, Wife. I got it.” Her pretty smile stops me in my tracks, spoon full of chili mid-air and all.

  “Good. Let’s eat because I a
m ready for bed.” She stops for a second as if she is just now considering the logistics. “Where am I sleeping?” She asks sweetly.

  I put the bite of chili into my mouth. Is she serious? Surely, she can tell how much I want her. I test the waters.

  “Under me.” I grunt out after swallowing the chili.

  Her laugh is infectious, and I join in. She reaches across the table and puts her left hand on top of mine. I stare down at the rings on our fingers and cannot help rubbing my fingertips over hers.

  “That sounds amazing.” She says breathlessly.

  I devour my chili and watch while she eats hers, while she is teasing me by eating slowly. Every so often she lets out a moan that has me clenching my fists.

  “You about done?” I say, hopeful and so does my raging hard-on.

  “Yes. I just need to clean up really quick.” She states.

  “No fucking way.” I say jumping up from the table and dragging her chair out from under the table.

  I lift her slight form into my arms and head to my bedroom, which is now our bedroom. Walking into the room my first thought is I would have to put fresh sheets on the bed, but it looks as if it has already been done. At this moment I am like a caged animal and toss her gently on the bed, causing her to bounce. The little dress she has been tempting me with all day has ridden up above her waist and her little white panties have a wet spot on them.

  There is no way I can stop the groan from leaving my mouth.

  “Fuck, Salenah. You are going to fucking kill me.” I say as I slide my t-shirt over my head.

  Her eyes get wider as she takes in my body. “Damn, Robby. I was not expecting so many tattoos or muscles. That V you have there is pretty amazing too.” She turns bright red. “Oh my God. I’ll shut up now because I am a little nervous.” Her hand trails the length of the scar down my arm. It’s not as angry as it was a few months ago.

  Surely, she has done this before. I am the one who should be nervous, but for some reason I only have a primal need for her. Her hands find my belt and she unbuckles it. Next, she removes my pants and boxers and tosses them to the floor. Immediately she sucks in a breath. As she stares at my dick with wide eyes, while licking her lips it is hard to tell if she is scared or hungry for it. That is until she surprises me and swipes the bead of precum off the tip. Shit. Even that is too much for me. I barely contain myself long enough to step back and kick my clothes farther away.

  “Yum.” She says, winking at me. Once again shocking the hell out of me. Damn, who knew sassiness was a turn on.

  She pulls her dress over her head and her pink nipples are already tight with anticipation. They are calling me, begging me to lick them, suck them, and worship them. It only takes a second and I am on them. Her moans spur me on as I take one nipple in my mouth and twist the other one between my thumb and forefinger. Her skin tastes like apples and cinnamon. Like fucking Christmas.

  I keep trying to tell myself to slow down and take my time, but when she moans and arches her back pushing more of her tits in my face. As she grabs my hair to bring me further into her, I know it is a losing battle. Fuck it. I rip her panties off and slide my tongue down her little belly. Taking a second to worship the softness of her being a woman with sexy ass curves, I kiss her all over her stomach letting her know with my actions that I love every inch of her. I continue my downward path towards the pussy I have been craving. She is an all-natural woman and I love that. I find her clit and lick her from the opening of her pussy and back. Even without a comparison, there is no way anyone else tastes this fucking good. Her hands are gripping my shoulders, pulling me closer. Her nails digging in. Spurring me on.

  “Robby. Please. Just fuck me. I need you.” She pants. Her voice sounds like I imagine pure sin does. I am so insane for her right now, even my thoughts don’t make sense.

  Realizing I have not kissed her yet, and I need to be careful of the stitches. Fuck, I am out of control right now and must move back up her body and place my lips over hers. Her hands are once again on my shoulders. Without her panties, her pussy is lined up perfectly with my cock. Once again trying to reign myself in, I grind my dick against her bare and wet pussy. I am moaning into her mouth at how fucking good she feels even before I get inside her.

  Finally, at my breaking point. I slip into her. I feel a resistance I was not expecting. Before I could stop, I tear through her cherry like a savage. I am momentarily stunned. Fuck. When I look into her eyes, I see her tears pooling.

  “Baby. I am sorry. I didn’t know.” I wait for her to adjust as I am kissing all over her face, eyes, and mouth. Telling her how good she feels and how happy she has made me. I whisper how beautiful she is and how I promise to take care of her. I know I should feel like a bastard, but instead I feel like the fucking king of the world.

  Mine.

  “It’s my fault, you can move, Robby. I need something, and I don’t know what. You have to give it to me.” I chuckle at her show of bossiness, but I don’t need to be told twice. I start moving within her. Her tight, wet, heat wrapped around my cock is the best thing I have ever felt.

  “Shit baby. I am sorry. You deserve to have me take my time with you and make you feel cherished and shit, but holy fuck. I don’t think I can Salenah. At least not this first time.”

  I pull all the way out and make the mistake of looking down at my cock. When I see the traces of her virgin blood on it, evidence of being the first and only one to ever have her, something within me snaps and I lose it. Roaring like a beast, I begin a brutal pace of pounding the shit out of her. For some reason, I am struck with the need to claim her and make her feel me for days after. Almost as if I am scared someone will take her from me.

  I know he will try. Not liking where my thoughts are going, I do know I won’t hesitate to kill him for trying. Her soft hand brushes against my cheek and turns my head down to her.

  “Where did you go? Stay here, with me.” Her husky voice is my kryptonite.

  “Sorry baby. I promise to make it up to you. Kiss me.” I say.

  She leans up, perching her lips, and the small show of submission makes me rut faster. Fuck. I think I am literally going to fuck her to death.

  “It’s ok Robby. I don’t need you to hold back. I want to feel all of you.” She tells me breathlessly.

  “God damn it baby. You can’t say shit like that to me. How close are you baby? I need you to come first. Tell me what you need.”

  “You. Just you Robby. Faster. Oh God yes. I can feel you everywhere. Is it always like this?”

  “I don't know but it will always be like this for us.”

  I slip my fingers between us and play with her clit. I am about to go off like a geyser, but I need her to get there first.

  Chapter Seven

  Salenah

  It didn’t hurt as much as I feared it would, but the painful sensation quickly replaced the pain are out of this world. Fire curling up from my toes and centering itself in my core, while he pounds into me. I am a mess of emotions right now and I fucking love it.

  “Fuck yes.” I moan.

  “Salenah. Cum for me. On my cock. Your cock.” He grunts at me. That does things to me too.

  My cock. I like that. My orgasm builds, and I mindlessly say things.

  “I got to fill this pussy, baby. Give you my fucking babies. Tell me you want that.” He is talking crazy, but I want to fill it with as many babies as he will give me.

  “Fuck. Yes. Please. More. Ahh. I love you.” I scream as my orgasm overcomes me.

  “I love you too.” He shouts as his cum shoots in hot ribbons inside me. Amazing. Did we just say we love each other? Surely, he doesn’t ‘actually’ mean it. Heat of the moment type thing.

  When he pulls out of me, I wince. His cock is huge and still hard. As he flutters kisses all over my face, including the stitches he whispers over and over “I love you.” I can’t handle this right now.

  “Where are you going?” He asks as I get out of bed and head towards t
he bathroom.

  “To the bathroom. I’ll be right be back.”

  I notice my reflection in the mirror. My hair is crazy as fuck, my lips are swollen, and there are little bite marks on both sides of my neck. I don’t even remember him doing that.

  I use the bathroom and wash my hands. As I turn the light out and go back out into the room to the bed, I stare at his sleeping form. I smile down at him. He is handsome and all mine. I don’t think I will ever be able to leave him.

  I am suddenly wide awake, and the undone dishes will drive me crazy all night. Heading in the closet where he put my suitcase, I find his robe first and slide into it.

  Going back into the kitchen, I first cork the wine. Next, I put the leftover chili away in a Tupperware I locate in the bottom cabinet. I load the dishes in the dishwasher and wash out the pot, while softly singing along to an old Christina Aguilera song that was on the mp3 player docked in the speaker on the counter. I am irrationally jealous an ex-girlfriend put that song on the playlist. As I am wiping down everything the song changes to Rihanna’s Skin. This is a sexy song.

  “How do you know you way around my kitchen?” I gasp and clutch my chest and look up to find Robby leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Naked as the day he was born.

  “Shit. Robby you scared me. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

  “Sorry baby. How did you know?” He asks again as he moves over to me, grabs and tosses the sponge back into the sink.

  “It makes sense, the setup I mean because it is exactly how I would do it.”

  “Interesting.” He says before his mouth takes mine. I melt into him, this is where I am always supposed to be. His hard cock digs into my belly and I am so wet for him.

  “Fuck me again.” I say as he lifts me and sets me on the counter.

  “Hell yeah.” He says as he unties the robe and slides it down my arms. He pulls it from under me and tosses it on the floor. I wrap my legs around his waist.