She makes the most adorable sounds when she eats. These little moans and sighs are endearing. They aren’t as loud as when she climaxes, but nonetheless enjoyable. I watch my wife eat. Why is everything she does so fascinating to me? I suppose it doesn’t matter.
I should simply enjoy it, and there isn’t much that I do of that anymore. Before, my life was about taking over and doing what I needed to keep my family on top. I found fulfillment in that or the next deal I could close—or, better yet, the next politician I could get under my thumb. Advancing my family’s business had been my focus.
I was livid after speaking to Larson in my office this afternoon. Him interrupting me and Tova hadn’t put me in the best mood to begin with. So hearing that one of our warehouses at the docks was broken into didn’t exactly put me in a better mood. The break-in wasn’t to steal anything; that I could understand. It could be anyone, but they’d broken in to do damage, and they’d done a great deal of it. It’s a cost I’m going to have to eat and replace.
Thankfully, the damage was done to one of our long-standing customers and not one of the new ones I recently acquired. The last thing I need is this bit of information getting out. It could be very detrimental to the direction I’m trying to steer the family business in.
The newer clients that I’ve obtained and am still acquiring are legit reputable companies. I’ve been letting go of others that could potentially be messy or cause problems. This is how I was supposed to clean things up, but now it’s clear that someone out there isn’t too happy about that.
The list isn’t too long of who it could be. I have tasked some of my men to look into the clients that we have stopped doing business with. I’m sure I’m high on their shit list. It’s not easy to haul in containers of stolen goods and other things without them getting busted by a government organization.
We’ve provided protection, but somewhere they crossed lines and tried to slip things in under our radar because I put restrictions on things. We have never tolerated human trafficking, but I am slowly dwindling down on other items and products as well. The drugs can be tricky because if I don’t manage them, someone else will try to.
My mood had been shit when I went to go in search of my wife. I heard her laughter the second I stepped out of my office, following it down the hallway and into the kitchen where she and our chef were talking, along with one of my men.
It has made my shitty mood fade. Tova is back to her old self. There are no more tears, defiance, or anger toward me. Watching and listening to her had been one of my favorite pastimes before she was aware I was doing it. Before she knew she’d be my wife.
“Turner is really nice.” Tova takes a bite of her grilled cheese. I’m not sure most would agree with her. Turner is good at getting information from people. That’s why he is here in the first place. I’d gone over everything with him. Then when I was done, I asked him to say hello to my wife.
I trust Turner, and he’s happily married. Tova wanted my men to talk to her, so I arranged it. I’ll test a few more. Then I need to see about finding friends for her. I’m still not a giant fan of Marks. I’ve come to the conclusion that I could replace her by finding Tova a better friend. If it’s girlfriends she wants, then that’s what she’ll get. My wife will soon find out that I’ll do anything to make her happy. Well, anything within reason.
“If you say so.” I reach over, wiping the corner of her mouth with my thumb.
“Is he some super bad guy who tortures people to spill all of their secrets?” she says, laughing but quickly recognizes the look on my face. “Well, he was nice to me. I’m sure he had his reasons to not be nice to those other people.” She takes another bite of her sandwich.
“What am I going to do with you, little mouse?” I shake my head at her.
“I’ve got plenty of suggestions.” Her tongue comes out to lick her lips. Fuck. “Why aren’t you eating?”
“I’m enjoying watching my wife.” That earns me a smile. “And I plan to eat you later.” Tova flushes a pretty pink.
“So we’re going to, you know—” Tova wiggles her eyebrows.
“We’re going to what?” I play coy, wanting to hear her say it.
“Warren—”
“Little mouse.” Tova giggles. Her sweet, soft disposition is disarming, but Tova has always been that way for me from the very start.
“Consummate our marriage.”
“I plan to have my way with my wife after dinner.” I nod down toward her plate for her to eat more.
‘Can I tell you something?’ Tova takes another bite of her food.
‘I’d like it if you told me everything.’ I could listen to her speak as a calming sound alone.
‘Be careful what you wish for.’ She wiggles a finger at me. ‘But, ah—’ Tova tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. ‘I had a few drinks at our wedding because I was nervous about our wedding night. You know?’
‘You were rather vocal about showing me your pussy.’
‘So crude,’ Tova says playfully.
‘My apologies. Your pretty pussy.’ She snorts a laugh. ‘You have nothing to be nervous about. We can take things slow.’ It might kill me, but I’d rather do that than hurt her.
‘I’m a virgin, so I can’t help it.’ She picks up her glass to take a sip.
‘I’m a virgin too, so—’ Tova spits her water out, spraying it across the table.
‘Are you okay?’ I stand and go over to her.
‘Don’t joke like that when I’m taking a drink.’ She holds her hand to her chest. ‘When did you get all jokey?’
‘I wasn’t joking.’
Tova stares up at me, blinking. ‘How?’
‘I told you that you had nothing to worry about when it came to other women. That day in the garden I told you it was new territory to me when I kissed you,’ I remind her.
‘I can’t,’ she laughs. ‘Our communication is something else, I’ll tell you.”
“Like you not telling me you desire a bear shifter?” Tova bursts into laughter again, almost falling out of her chair, but I catch her. Her soft body melts to mine, her laughter shaking through her into me. I never knew someone else’s happiness could be infectious, but that’s exactly how it is with Tova.
Fuck it. I’ll bring food up later, after I bury myself between her thighs. I can’t wait another second to claim her as mine. I carry my wife through the house, bride-style, as she seems to prefer.
“Is it time?” Tova starts to undo the buttons on my shirt.
“For me to transform into a bear? You’re going to be sorely disappointed.”
“I don’t know. You have a really good growl.”
“That so?” I kick open the door to our bedroom, carrying her over to the bed. “Get naked,” I growl, gently tossing her onto the bed before I return to shut our bedroom door and lock it. No one is going to interrupt us this time.
I undo the rest of the buttons on my shirt as I make my way back to the bed, to my wife. Tova discards all of her clothes except for her panties and bra.
“All of it.” I pull my belt free, letting it drop to the floor before divesting myself of the rest of my clothes. Tova nibbles on her bottom lip, her eyes tracing me up and down.
“You’re a piece of art, you know that?” She runs her fingers up my chest and over to the scar on my shoulder, where I was stabbed years ago. The other guy hadn’t fared so well.
“And you still have clothes on.” Her face is flushed; she glances down and away from me. “Little mouse?”
“It’s so bright in here, and you’re all—” She waves her hand up and down my body, almost hitting my cock that is sticking straight out at her, begging for attention, for her. “I’ve got no liquid courage, and I’m chubby.”
“Chubby?” I shake my head. “You’re perfect.” I suppose if this is chubby, then that is what I’m attracted to.
“I’m not. I’m—’
“The only woman that I have ever wanted or desired. To me, you’re perfect in every way. You will always be that to me, Tova.”
Her lips turn up into a smile. “Okay, that was really sweet.”
“It’s the truth.” I want to be sweet to her if that is what makes her smile, but my words are true. Curvy, skinny, tall, or short doesn’t matter. I just want Tova, my wife.
She reaches behind her, unsnapping her bra and letting it fall away to reveal her pert breasts. Her dusky pink nipples are hard and ready for my mouth to be on them. Tova falls back onto the bed, her fingers dipping into her silky pink panties. I watch as she wiggles them down her legs before letting them drop off the side of the bed.
I wrap my hand around my cock and squeeze. I’m about to lose control and pounce on her. She’s laid out in my bed and mine for the taking. Tova’s wild curls that are always so distracting are splayed out all around her.
Maybe my control is better than I thought. I’ve waited years to have this. That is a miracle in itself.
‘Spread your thighs,’ I order. Tova’s teeth sink into her bottom lip as she proceeds to spread them, giving me a view of her pussy. It is wet and glistening, her clit popping out between the folds, begging for my mouth.
‘Warren—’ Tova shifts, starting to close her legs. I grab her knees, stopping her.
‘Are you trying to take your pussy away from me, little mouse?’ She shakes her head no rapidly.
‘It’s achy. I need relief.’
‘Then allow your husband to soothe it.’ Tova opens her legs wider for me this time. ‘Words, little mouse. You said our communication isn’t the best.’ I know she’s being shy; it’s sweet and innocent, but I want her to be open with me. To tell me what her needs are so that I can meet and exceed every one of them.
‘Soothe it.’ Her bottom lip puffs out. ‘Please.’
That will do for now. I’m barely hanging on myself.
My mouth is watering to taste her again, and I can’t hold back any longer. I bury my face between her lush thighs, covering her clit with my mouth.
My tongue works the little nub until she is moaning and whimpering. When I sense her body starting to tense up, I suck on her engorged clit. Tova cries out my name as her sweet cream fills my mouth. I greedily drink it up, even dipping my tongue lower to thrust inside of her to make sure I get every drop she has given me. I won’t waste a bit of it.
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.
