Taking my Bride [quickie][true story][wife]

*This is my first attempt at writing. This was simply a particular day that still lives in my memory as one of my favorite days.

I was heading home from a pretty standard day at work. I had made maybe thirty dollars in tips after figuring fuel costs. I raced south down a back road with my windows down and my left hand sticking out to feel the warm sun and cool breeze flow by my fingers as I aimed my car home.

I didn't call my wife to tell her I was on my way like I usually do. I'd always call her on the road between deliveries if she wasn't in class. Most times I'd call she would be painting or playing video games. We had gotten married young, both of us were still 19 and we were each other's first. I loved her like I loved air itself, I yearned for her in the same way… Too long without her and I would feel her absence with a burning intensity. And now I was heading home to her.

I pulled up to our apartment and quietly slid out of my car. I wanted to surprise her. She was beautiful and petite, bubbly with a youthful energy. She'd usually greet me by bounding across the room and into my arms, tackling me with hugs and kisses.

I was curious to see how surprising her would go. I got halfway up the stairs and realized I probably should have picked her up flowers or something special for her. It was too late now… I'd have to do so next time.

I slid my key into the lock slowly, hoping she might not hear me enter. I turned the lock and began to enter… I heard her jump and shout in surprise. "Ryan!?" she screamed.

I stood in the doorway smiling. I hadn't thought that I might have just put the fear of God in her that someone may be breaking in… Our neighbors often loudly fought and we weren't exactly in the most "wholesome" of areas in town.

"Hey sweetie." I said. She was washing dishes in the sink. Her long, wavy brown hair was accented by new blonde highlights. She must have done added those after I left her early that morning for work. She had on my favorite shirt of hers, a dark purple and fuchsia stripped shirt that had a deep V cut. It was tight and fit her form perfectly. Her small perky breasts and slender waist… leading to her hips, which gave her an undeniably sexy frame. She had a tight pair of jeans on, her round ass attacting my gaze like a magnet. I thought to myself I am the luckiest man alive…

I walked up to her and hugged her from behind. She leaned back against my chest and smiled. "How was work?" she asked. I managed to form the words, "It was okay. I missed you."

She was turning to face me when something came over me… I broke the hug. I nessled my hardening cock against her ass. I grabbed her by the hips and kissed her neck. She moaned softly. I slid my left hand down her side until I reached the hem of her shirt. I curled my fingers up and peeled it back, placing my hand on her warm olive skin. I thrust against her and unclaspped her bra though her shirt.

She began grinding her ass along my left thigh, tracing the length of my now fully erect dick through my jeans. I grabbed her left breast in one hand as my other fingered the rim of the button of her jeans. I popped the button and inched my hand to her wet lips.

I felt as my wife began fumbling at the fly of my jeans. She unzipped them and tried to pull my cock out… I was harder than I ever remember being in my life… couldn't get it out.

I'd finally had enough. I pulled her jeans down to her mid-thighs, her black cotton panties followed. I stepped back and unbuckled my belt and popped the button on my jeans. I pulled them and my boxers down enough that my prick shot out, happy to be free.

I kissed her deeply as I positioned myself to enter her. She let out soft gasp as I slowly eased into her. Feeling myself enter her made me almost weak at the knees. Her tight, warm embrace enveloped me entirely. I was gentle, far more so than I wanted to be… I wanted to take her completely, to fill her in one quick thrust. But I slowly worked myself in, first with shallow, slow stokes. I felt her giving into the animalistic lust as much as I had wanted her to. I could tell she was loving the way I had taken her and was making love to her.

I was giving her all the love I had for her. I brushed the long strands of hair hanging in her face away and kissed her. Her tongue was wild and frantic. She moaned loudly as I finally pressed fully into her.

I began to pick up speed. I thrust faster and deeper. I stopped momentarily to yank her jeans down to her ankles. I threw off my shirt and pulled hers off as well. Her bra still dangled from her shoulders loosely, before it fell to her wrists planted on the kitchen counter. She lifted her hands for a second to allow it to fall freely to her feet.

I spanked her then and she let out a devilish giggle. She turned to me and gave me the look she knew drove me mad. The look that said, "Give it to me. I am yours, and you are mine. Take me."

She pulled herself off me, leaving my throbbing, organ feeling like it had lost its home.

She spun around quickly and looked me dead in the eyes. She seemed to be enjoying this as much as I was.

She dropped to her knees, never losing eye contact as she swallowed as much of me as she could into her. Once again my knees went weak. I placed my hand on her right temple. I brushed her hair passed her ear and looked down at her. I felt like a God at play in paradise.

She was not soft or gentle, she was quick and fierce. I could tell she wanted to please me as much as I wanted to please her. She was trying once again to take me whole, but I was not offended that she couldn't. Her eyes began to water as she attempted. I pulled her face away. I took the opportunity to get her entirely nude… My favorite outfit she owned.

I lifted her in my arms. She was only 5'1", so as I held her, she kicked off her jeans and panties. Her knee length, mismatched socks remained as she hung from my arms. I preferred to leave them on.

I carried her to the couch where I softly laid her on her back. We kissed for what felt like an eternity. I pulled away and looked her in those devilishly innocent hazel eyes. Locked in her inescapable gaze, I felt my eyes conveyed the words I couldn't say… That my tongue would have to show.

I kneeled down between her spread legs. I tasted that one and only taste would I long for every day of my life. My tongue found her clitoris and she exclaimed in glee. I loved to taste her, to feel her writhe at the flick of my tongue. She became lost in a haze as she came. Dizzy in an overwhelming delight.

I was always happy to make her cum. She always became a dynamo once she came back from orgasms. She'd seem more on fire, as if she wanted the favor returned. Little did she know, I had, at all times, been given far more from her than I could ever hope to give her.

I shook this notion off. I pulled her by her legs to meet me at the edge of the couch. I inserted my now achingly needful cock deeply into her. She let out a scream. I picked her up, still inside her and shot into her. I stood there, carrying her as I plowed into her for what could have been seconds or minutes…. She wrapped her legs around me and rode the length of my shaft. With her in my arms, wrapped in her legs, embedded seven and a half inches into her, I stepped towards the wall and rested her shoulders against it. I plowed deeply, quickly… She let out screams I knew the neighbors would hear… Sweat beat down my face and chest. The AC unit just above our heads had kicked on as if summoned by the heat of our passionate love.

I sat her feet to the ground, not pulling myself out of her. Standing, facing me, I continued to fuck her. We stood there, face to face for another minute or so before I had to draw back… I was seconds from exploding and wanted to last longer…

I unsheathed myself and looked longingly into my wife's eyes. I pushed her onto the bed in the next room.

As she lay there, ready for what may come her way, I mounted her. She was face down on the mattress, ass up. I was unwieldy. I began to fuck her in a primal way. I felt the urge to fill her with my seed… To make her scream my name.

I threw out romance, I was done with pretense. She would tell me what she wanted, and I would give it to her. I slid myself into her. I held the length of my cock in her. I asked her what she wanted, and she replied "Fuck me like an animal! I want you to cum in my pussy!"

With the words, I felt a swarm in me to make her satisfied. She was on her knees on the mattress… I pulled at her thighs and lay her prone on the bed. I aimed my throbbing cock into her… Stabbing her with my love. I took her as hard as I could. She began to scream out. I continued to thrust as she dug her nails into my shoulders. I felt her losing herself as we approached orgasm together.

"Oh god! Oh yes, cum in my pussy baby! Please! Please cum inside me!"

I did as instructed….

Five minutes later, we lay there, both naked and in bed, my cock still in my wife…. I lay there with her in my arms, as content as I could be. I thought to myself 'I have the rest of the day… This could last another twelve hours…'

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