Chapter 15

Noah~

I wanted to tell Shea that she was beautiful, but she'd never believe me, and I wasn't sure if she ever would. At the same time that I hadn't seen the need to defend my preferences, I'd also been damaging her self-esteem and our marriage without realizing it, because it wasn't a secret that there was no coming back from the harm that criticizing a woman's appearance did. Thanks to years of men demanding perfection from women, even the most confident female on the planet would still be able to point out all of her flaws to you, and it was clear that my careless actions were coming back to haunt me now.

They probably always would.

It also didn't matter that my past was littered with women of all shapes, colors, sizes, and kinks. It didn't matter that I'd been attracted to whatever woman had caught my eye; that I just happened to prefer blondes. It also didn't matter that I'd thought that Shea was the loveliest thing that I'd ever seen when I'd first seen her standing tiredly outside the hospital last week. All she knew was that I had preferred blondes with big tits before her and that the guys had made it clear that those same blondes weren't off the table now that I was married. She was wrong, of course. They'd all been wrong, but that didn't matter.

When she'd been standing before me in just her underwear, I could feel her uneasiness from where I'd been standing, and it'd been enough to almost make me leave. It wasn't a fun feeling to know that a woman was only having sex with you out of obligation, which was exactly what Shea was doing. However, if I'd left, then we'd have to adopt because I'd never come back. Consent was about more than just a woman saying yes, and as it stood right now, I didn't have Shea's consent to touch her body. I had the church's, her family's, the law's, and even God's, but not hers, and that was really fucking with me.

I also had no one to blame but myself.

Nevertheless, in a bid to just rip off the bandage, I had undressed her completely, refusing to let her hide from me, and I really hadn't ever seen anything so lovely in all my thirty-four years. I also knew it was because she was my wife and that meant something. Shea was my wife, and she was going to carry my name, bear my children, and see me go through the best and worst of times for the rest of my life. She was also going to be sitting by my deathbed long after the children were gone and out living their own lives. It was just me and her right now, and then it was going to be just me and her again when all the excitement of living was over, and I could only pray that she followed me into the afterlife.

Shea Murphy was my wife.

She was my wife, and for all that I had enjoyed my past, nothing compared to her beautiful face, her petite frame, and how delicate she looked everywhere. If she'd had huge tits, she'd look ridiculous, and the rest of her would look just as surgically absurd. Shea had a perfect body for her stature, and I'd never regretted anything more than making her feel like she was wanting.

As she laid on the bed, staring up at the ceiling like she was bracing herself for a gynecological exam, I dropped to my knees in between her thighs, tossing them over my shoulders. It also wasn't lost on me that I was going to eat her pussy before I'd even ever kissed her, but we were past doing things the right way if you asked me.

"I plan on staying down here until you cum on my tongue, baby," I told her. "So, I suggest that you get out of your head long enough to enjoy it, or else you're going to be in for a very long fucking night."

Not waiting for her to respond, I stuck my face in her pussy, and just like everything else about her, her cunt was lovely, pink, pearly, and though she had a trimmed truffle of hair, it wasn't in my way. Those pussy lips of hers were bare and waiting to be feasted on, and I could feel my mouth watering as I was about to get the first taste of my wife.

When I finally slid my tongue through her delicate folds, Shea tasted even better than I could have imagined, and even if it was just because she was my wife, it didn't matter. She tasted like fucking ambrosia, and I could see myself staying down here even after she came for me.

Luckily for me, her hips twitched when my tongue circled her clit, which made me feel better. She wasn't immune to my hands on her, and I needed all the help that I could get. So, following my own advice, I got out of my head, then started indulging in the pussy that belonged to me now. In fact, every fucking inch of her belonged to me, and I planned on possessing every single one of those inches.

When Shea's hips began to move against her will, my eyes slid upwards, and I watched as her hands fisted in the comforter, her head thrown back, those sweet tits of hers peaking for me. She looked like a fucking goddess with her legs spread for me, and I was glad that I'd left the lights on. Not only could I see every inch of her, but her wedding rings kept catching the light, proof that she was mine.

With her pride losing this battle, Shea let out a low moan as I devoured her pretty clit, and I'd never heard anything so fucking maddening in all my life. My dick was harder than it'd ever been, and the need to take her was nearly overwhelming. Honestly, I had no idea if I was even going to be able to last once I got inside her, but I couldn't worry about that now.

Determined to make her lose her mind, I slid two fingers inside her, thankful that her body didn't care that she hated me. Shea's pussy was nice and soaked, and the wet sounds of her cunt pulling my fingers in deep just made me fucking harder for her. I watched her delicate frame arch with pleasure, and it was the best feeling in the world. Shea might hate me, but she wasn't completely immune to me, and I could work with that.

"Cum for me, baby," I ordered as I curled my fingers inside her pink paradise, feeling for that one spot that was guaranteed to make her lose her mind. "Make a mess, so that I can stretch you out."

"Oh, God…" she choked out, finally giving me what I wanted, her body beginning to tremble beautifully. "Oh, God…"

I let her enjoy her spoils of our war while I drank down her orgasm, filling all my senses with her smell and taste. As her pussy clamped down around my fingers in miraculous little pulses, my tongue went back on her clit, determined to force another one out of her. I wanted to see it again; I wanted to feel it again. My wife coming undone for me was something that I never imagined would make such an impact on me, but it'd had, and I wanted more of it.

As soon as she exploded around me for the second time, I stood, removing my clothing as quickly as humanly possible. Luckily, I still had enough sense to remove my gun first, placing it on the nightstand before I got rid of everything else. I was so eager to get to Shea that nothing else mattered, not even accidently shooting myself.

Once I was finished undressing, I grabbed the back of her thighs, then pushed them up and outward, forcing her towards the center of the bed. She looked like a fucking goldmine that was spread out for the taking, and I was the only man that was ever going to have access to her ever again.

My lips landed on her stomach as I worked my way upward, and everything was fine until I took her right nipple into my mouth. Shea immediately froze beneath me, making me drop my forehead between her perky tits. I had just erased everything good that she'd been feeling by forgetting what she'd overheard, and that was my fault.

So, refusing to lose any more ground, I sat up on my knees, then flipped her over onto her stomach. If her chest was going to be an issue between us, then I was going to do my best to obliterate that particular obstacle. I mean, it wasn't like it was going to be a hardship to fuck her from behind. Whatever could be said about my wife, it couldn't be said that she didn't have a great ass.

Reaching for her hips, I pulled her towards me, leaving her face down and ass up, then wasted no time slamming every inch that I had inside her. Her fists clawed at the blanket as Shea let out a wonderous scream for me, the feeling of her wrapped around me unlike anything that I'd ever felt before. For the first time in my life, my dick was feeling the wet heat of a tight cunt, and the fact that I was going bare with my wife made the sensation all that much more powerful.

Digging my fingers deep into her flesh, I held Shea still as I started fucking her in rhythmic strokes, stretching her pretty pussy impossibly wide. Luckily for me, she was letting out low moans with every thrust, and her body was trying to pull me in each time I pulled back.

After a few minutes, I let go of her hips to cover her body with mine, then after reaching under her frame to wrap my hand around her neck, I forced her head up, so that my lips were at her ear. "That's nine inches of cock that you're taking so well, baby," I grunted over her. "Such a good fucking wife."

Shea let out another moan as her fists pulled at the blankets, her breathing a choppy, beautiful, sexy mess. "Oh, God…"

"Say my name, Shea," I ordered, pushing into her harder. "Say my name, and then maybe I'll take mercy on you."

"Go to hell," she panted, and I was pretty sure that I'd just fallen in love with my wife.

"Oh, baby…you have no idea," I purred in her ear. "Now say my fucking name, or else I'll stay fucking you until you've no choice but to put a bullet in my head."

The fantasy must have done it for her because her cunt clamped tightly around me in another orgasm while she screamed my name. "Noah…oh, God…Noah…"

I came inside her only a few moments later, and I could feel my head spinning with just what it meant to cum inside my wife, and I couldn't wait to fucking do it again.