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I nod in acknowledgment. “He quickly realizes that. And he’s also very distracted by her hands on him. He wants this to be good for her and it won’t be if he can’t focus. He tells her to wait for him on the bed. She’s reluctant, but does as he ordered. Then he undresses for her, again half expecting her to shy away when she sees the evidence of his arousal. But she doesn’t. He’s unable to resist showing off in front of her admiring gaze. He fists himself a few times, causing his cock to swell even further. The young woman’s eyes are wide but interested.”
Ingrid shifts restlessly next to me so I know her own arousal has caught, but we have a way to go before she’s begging like I promised.
“He joins the young woman on the bed and slowly begins undressing her. He kisses each part of her body that’s exposed until she’s moaning with need. She tries to help, but he stills her hands with one of his. It takes longer to strip her with only one hand, but neither of them is complaining. ‘I’m claiming you,’ the man tells her, ‘in every way possible. I’m going to plunder your virgin pussy with my bare cock and fill it so full of my seed you’ll be pregnant within the hour.’”
Ingrid snorts. “You need to read more romance books. That kind of caveman routine went out of fashion years ago.”
I glare at her with mild disdain. “Then how come it made you dripping wet?” I counter.
Her mouth opens to argue, but then she thinks better of it. “How could you possibly know that?”
“Because you’re clenching your thighs and your breathing sped up. And of course, that little moan at the end sort of gave you away.”
“Well, you’re wrong.”
“So you don’t mind if I check for myself, then?” I don’t wait for her response. My hand slides up her bare thigh under her nightgown and, as I’d predicted, she’s sopping wet. My fingers slide over her slippery folds with ease.
I raise my glistening index finger to where she can see it before sliding it in my mouth to lick it clean. Her eyes widen. I go back to my story.
“The young woman challenges his claim. ‘What if I don’t want to have children so soon, or at all?’
‘So you want me to stop? And take you home?’ He’s shocked her, he can tell, but slowly she spreads her legs in invitation. He knows, you see, how badly she wants a family of her own, but that she’s convinced herself it’s not for her. That somehow she doesn’t deserve it. So he’s planning to show her by making it happen. He kisses her again and teases her pussy with his fingers, making sure she’s as ready as can be to take him inside her. Then he piles pillows behind her back because he wants her to watch, not just feel his claim.”
Ingrid stills with her fists clenched. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was aching with need. I drop a swift kiss on her lips. “Anytime you want me to stop and make it better, baby, just beg. That’s all you have to do,” I tease her. Instead of glaring, Ingrid looks like she’s considering that option carefully.
“The man holds his cock steady as he guides it between her folds while she watches like a hawk. She’s tight, and he has to force himself to go unbearably slow. When he’s all the way inside her, he savagely tosses the pillows away and lays her down on her back.”
“Justin!” Ingrid moans, her hands now clenching my arm.
I raise an eyebrow, waiting for the magic word. It’s not long coming.
“Please!”
With hardly a thought and an immense amount of satisfaction, I abandon the fictional lovers to find their own way and turn my attentions to my still virginal wife. Stroking her pussy gently, I increase the speed and pressure when she keeps shifting against my hand. Then I plunge three fingers in her without warning, causing her to gasp. She’s so wet they slide right in.
“Oof, Justin!” She lets out a strained laugh. I kiss her, letting my tongue mirror the actions of my fingers. In no time, she’s flying apart in my arms. I keep my fingers in her, moving more gently now until the very last tremor subsides.
“Better, baby?” I ask innocently.
She doesn’t answer, just curls up with a happy sigh, trapping my hand between her legs. Eventually I’ll have to free it, but I’m enjoying her delight in having me inside her body, even this more subtle invasion.
“When do I get your cock, for real, Justin?” she finally asks hesitantly and so softly I barely hear her words.
I already know the answer to this one and it burns my soul. “In New York, Ingrid. When you come home to me.”
We’re both quiet after that. When I know she’s asleep, I withdraw my hand gently and kiss her forehead. My dark soul has little expectation of her coming to claim what’s hers. But as she said, I’ve been known to underestimate her in the past. And my heart can’t help but hold on to a sliver of hope.
Despite having two days to accomplish it and not much else on my agenda, I’m in a constant rush getting ready for my trip. And making sure there’s enough food in the house that Fred won’t need to leave Justin alone. I know he’s planning his own departure for just a few days after mine, but I’m still worried.
And honestly, more than a little muddled by our intimacy the other night. Not the orgasm part, I’m pretty clear on that. But his story, his cuddling me close throughout the night. Does he not trust me? I mean, I guess he has reasons not to, what with my adamant stance on staying in Montana. But surely, after all his years of negotiating, he would recognize that as an opening salvo. Or maybe this is him participating and amounts to his counter offer? Before we both begin compromising? I’m so confused my head hurts.
I resolve to put all of this behind me for the next week, or at least until Rose and I can delve deep into the topic like we used to do in college. Maybe she’ll see something I’m missing…
On Tuesday, Justin insists with one of his warning growls that Fred is to take me to the airport and wait there until I board the plane. This was after he held me close for the entire night without a word. His arm was tight enough under my ribs to have me straining for a deep breath, but I didn’t complain. Something about the way he held me told me he needed the reassurance. And maybe so did I.
He’s well enough now to come down the stairs to see me off. He kisses me on the cheek while Fred takes my bags to the car. “Be careful, okay?” I ask him softly.
Naturally, he frowns down at me as if I’d forgotten how long he’s been alone and functioning without me. “Be good,” he finally orders in response.
