She’s drunk. It’s not optimal, but it’s understandable. I’m actually enjoying how it’s making her very chatty and open with me. My mother’s words of telling me to speak with Tova push to the forefront of my mind. Now would be the time.
It’s a dick move of me to use this vulnerable moment, but I have never claimed to be a good man. In fact, I’m finding I’ll break every law or code I live by when it comes to my little wife.
“Oopsie,” Tova exclaims loudly as she unfastens one of the buttons on my shirt. Her fingers go for another. I don’t think it was really an oopsie.
Tova’s cheeks are more flushed than normal. Some of her freckles showing through the makeup she had done for the wedding. Her lips are parted enough that I can see her little pink tongue as she works to get another button loose.
Tova’s sweet naïveté shimmers around her. She is not made for my world. It has not hardened her. Her face always shows every emotion she has. Even when she tries to hide them.
It’s part of why I decided not to drag her around the reception room to meet all the guests. I should have told my father to fuck off, but I thought it might give me time to cool down. I also wanted to give Tova a chance to mingle with her parents and catch up with my younger sister.
I needed the distraction to get my mind off the wedding night. The second the doors opened to reveal my bride, all I could think about was getting her all alone for myself. I wanted to find all the freckles she tries to hide.
‘Wait. Where are we?” I entered through a side door, not wanting to be stopped or seen. I need to be left alone with my wife. My only thought was how to quickly get her back to our room, away from everything else.
‘This is my living quarters.’ The house is expansive, featuring various sections. I have double doors that lead into mine. It has a living area connected to the main bedroom. There is a second, smaller bedroom. Despite its intended use as a nursery, it remains empty. I had no use for it.
This is my own space away from everything else. The family doesn’t stay here often anymore.
‘It’s so brown.’ Her nose scrunches. I take in the space. There are wood floors along with some creamish-brown furniture. ‘And gray.’ Tova wiggles for me to put her down.
I reluctantly but gently put her on her feet. ‘You can change whatever you like. I don’t care.’
Tova taps her finger to her lips as she thinks this over. ‘So I could paint the walls pink? Or get wallpaper with flowers?’
‘I don’t give a shit.’ I shrug. Why do I give a fuck what color the walls are? If it makes her happy and her ass is in this bed every night, I’ll paint them myself.
I watch as she starts to explore, her wedding dress trailing behind her. “What’s this?” She pokes her head into the spare empty room.
“It can be whatever you like.”
“A sewing room.”
“If you wish.”
“Wait! This is for a nursery.” She spins around to face me. The smile on her face drops, her brows pulling together in thought before her eyes go round. “We’re going to make babies.”
“One day.” Not sure how it’s possible, but her cheeks flush more. I walk over and unclip the veil that’s in the back of her hair.
“I wore it up so it wouldn’t distract you.’
“It’s not only the hair that is distracting.” I let the veil fall to the floor, going for the clip next. With one click, all her wild curls fall freely around her face.
“I might need help with the dress too.” Tova turns to give me her back. All those damn buttons.
“The buttons are small.”
“It’s fine if you break one. Not like I’ll wear it again.”
“You added the pockets.”
Tova peeks over her shoulder at me. “You noticed them?”
“I don’t miss much when it comes to you, little mouse.”
She gives me a cheeky smile.
“It is a beautiful dress.” It’s her that makes the dress so appealing. “There you go,” I say when the last one is free. Tova turns back to face me, holding the dress up with her arm.
“I’m just going to do it while I’m feeling a bit more bold.” I don’t get a chance to ask what she means before she lets her arm fall free. The dress drops, pooling around her feet. Holy shit, she’s trying to kill me.
I audibly swallow as I take her in. My wife stands in front of me in only a pair of silky white panties and her wedding ring. She’s breathtaking, a fever dream. One I never want to wake up from.
Blood thumps through my body and straight to my already hard cock. Fucking hell, she’s more beautiful than I ever could have imagined. A goddess. One that I would be more than willing to fall to my knees in front of and worship happily.
Tova’s breasts are high and firm with dusty pink nipples. Her stomach is soft, sloping into her rounded hips. Ones I want to grab on to, sinking my fingers in while I pull her into me.
I have been asking myself what it is about my Tova that drew me to her from the very start. Why is she so different? Why does the sight of her spark parts of me alive that I didn’t know were there?
My conclusion is it’s simply her. I’m drawn to her, and trying to resist is a fight I will no longer have with myself. I shuck my suit jacket off, letting it hit the floor before I undo the rest of the buttons on my shirt.
Tova’s little pink tongue darts out as I step closer to her, pulling my shirt the rest of the way off. “I’ve wondered about your tattoos.” My abs flex when her finger traces the one on my left side.
It’s strange being touched so much. I’m not used to having someone be so free with touching me. It normally would irritate me, but I want to pull her in closer. I want all her touches for the rest of my life. To experience all of our firsts together.
“Maybe you can explore them another night.” I drape the buttoned-up shirt around her.
“What are you doing?” she asks but slips her arms in, and I button it back up.
“You’re drunk, Tova. We can’t take things further.”
“I don’t like when you call me Tova. Sounds weird.” She wrinkles her nose. “Wait. Are you saying no sex?” Her brow furrows as though she’s disappointed.
“No sex.” But fuck, do I want to.
“But I shaved my vagina.” I don’t know how the hell I manage to keep a straight face. She’s adorable. A word that didn’t exist in my vocabulary until her. “And now you’re not even going to see it. I did all of that for nothing.”
“You want me to see it, little mouse?”
“Maybe a little.” A small huff leaves her. “You know what? Never mind.” She spins around, I’m sure to flee. Soon she will see that never works. This time I don’t have to chase. Her feet tangle in the dress pooled around her.
A small scream leaves her, and I quickly scoop her into my arms before she can hit the floor. “You can open your eyes.” I have her cradled in my arms again. She pops one open.
“You caught me.”
“I did.” I carry her over to the bed, laying her down. She scoots up to lean against the headboard.
“You sure you don’t want to see it?” Her fingers drift up her bare thigh as she parts them slightly. The shirt I put on her has bunched around her waist, giving me a view of her panties.
My breathing grows heavy. “Little mouse.” I try to warn her, but I know it’s useless. My new wife lives to push my buttons and test my control.
“A tiny peek.” I reach down, grabbing her ankle, needing to touch her. “That’s not a no.”
“Would it matter what I said?” She twitches her nose, tapping her finger to her lips as though she’s thinking. We both already know her answer.
“Nope!” She smirks, leaning forward. Tova wiggles her finger for me to come closer. “Unless it’s anal,” she whispers. “I’m not doing that if you ask.”
“Is that so?” I have never thought about fucking anyone in the ass before, but now she’s put the idea into my head, I want to touch and taste every part of her. That includes her ass.
“I think you do that at like three years married.”
“Three?” Where the hell did she come up with that number?
“I don’t know. I might have made it up.” Tova leans in more, brushing her lips over mine, taking what she wants. I indulge her, unable to resist even though I should. Tova’s tongue strokes against mine, a small moan leaving her.
“You win.” I groan, breaking the kiss.
“Really?” She beams up at me. “I’ve seduced you.” I can tell she is rather proud of herself.
“Lean back,” I order her, but I’m already gently pushing her shoulder back. “Undo the buttons.” I’d only buttoned a couple of them. Her tiny fingers quickly undo them, pushing the shirt open, revealing her rosy pink nipples.
Tova lies there sweetly watching me. Always so curious when it could put her in danger. I remove my shoes and loosen my belt, but I will keep my pants on. They must remain in place, or I risk crossing a line. Tova licks her lips, causing me to imagine what it will feel like to have them wrapped around my cock one day.
I push her legs apart, making room for myself. My hands go to her hips to stroke up her soft silky skin to her tits. I cup one in each hand as I lean in. Her scent surrounds me, making my mouth water. I have to taste her. There is no going back.
I suck her hard little nipple into my mouth. Tova shudders a breath. I circle it with my tongue before moving my mouth to the other to give it the same attention.
‘Yes,’ Tova moans, her back arching to try and get more of her tit into my mouth. Her hand instinctively comes down to tangle her fingers in my hair.
I trail my mouth farther down her body, lingering on her stomach. The image of her round with our child flashes through my mind. A tidal wave of protectiveness rolls through me.
My fingers skim the top of her panties. As badly as I want to take them off, I refrain, finding some semblance of control left, but I know it won’t last forever.
Instead, I dip my fingers into her panties, tugging them to the side to reveal her glistening bare folds. Her tiny clit is barely poking out, begging for attention. The sight and smell of her pussy makes my balls ache. The need for release is thumping through me, but I ignore it and everything else. There is only my wife and the pleasure I’m going to give her. I need to make her crave more. To become addicted to me, the same way I am to her.
I use my tongue to spread her open and groan when her flavor hits my tongue. Another need comes rushing forward, and I don’t fight this one. I bury my face in her cunt, wanting her juices to coat my face. To have her perfect pussy put its scent and mark all over me.
Tiny, sexy moans leave her. “Warren.” Her hips start to writhe when I suck her clit into my mouth, my tongue flicking back and forth while still suckling on her. “Warren, oh, oh.”
She shakes her head back and forth, and I know she’s close. I reach up with both hands and grab hers, her fingers entwined with mine. Her grip tightens on me, and I know she’s there.
I watch as her breath hitches, and Tova’s back arches off the bed as she cries out her release. I can’t stop. I should probably give her time, but I can’t. I eat her through the orgasm and greedily into another.
When I lift my head, Tova’s breasts are rising and falling with her gasps, and a soft smile is on her lips. Her cheeks are even rosier than before. Slowly her eyes flutter open, and her smile grows bigger.
“That was—” She licks her bottom lip, a shyness suddenly taking over. I give her hips a tug to pull her farther down the bed and off the headboard she’d been slightly leaning up against as she watched me eat her cunt.
“That was what?” I encourage, coming up over her.
“There isn’t a word for it.” Her fingers brush down my jaw. “Festive.”
“Festive?” I bark a laugh.
“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “I lit up like all the Christmas lights in the world.”
I always wondered if I would know love in my life. If it were even possible for me to feel that emotion.
I know without a doubt that I most assuredly can. I love my wife. Now I have to figure out how to get her to love me back.
