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That’s what she said when I brought up the living arrangements, and I can’t say I’m unhappy with her decision. The big house has always been Samantha’s territory. I haven’t lived there full-time since I was eighteen—over twenty fucking years ago—so claiming a cabin with Addie and making it our home sounds perfect.
We still need to unload the bulk of Addie’s belongings once the transport company she hired arrives with a pod full of furniture, so until then she’s making do living out of a suitcase.
After sweeping her over the threshold like a proper bride, I let her head upstairs to the master bedroom first, willing myself to give her a moment of privacy. But my resolve weakens within minutes, and I quickly follow her upstairs.
Addie doesn’t need to primp, pluck, or anything for tonight. She’s beautiful as she is, and that’s who I crave as I stop at the bedroom door.
She’s by the expansive windows that offer a wide view of the rugged Montana landscape at our doorstep.
A soft, “Heath?,” drifts through the air.
“Don’t turn around.” I command, going to stand behind her as we both stare out the bedroom window to the miles of land beyond. My hands coast down her sides while my mouth hovers next to her ear. “It’s not everyday a man marries a gorgeous woman... What should I do with you, wife?”
She leans back into me, allowing me to take her weight as she replies, “L... love me.” The vulnerable admission wraps around my heart and squeezes tight.
With a pained groan, I swiftly divest her from the pink cardigan and blouse she’d chosen for the marriage ceremony and fling her bra to the floor.
My hands drift upward until they cup her bare breasts, thumbs circling her areolas. Addie’s audible breaths increase with the evidence of her arousal. “Heath...”
A filthy idea flits through my mind and unable to deny myself, I whisper, “Such a pretty picture my wife makes pleading for her husband. I think it’s time you show me what you need.”
My teeth nip her neck as the suggestiveness of my words sink in. Addie releases a brief sound of confusion before I order, “Lift your skirt, baby, and show me how you please yourself. I’d help, but my hands are currently full with these luscious tits.” I tweak her nipples in reminder.
“I’m not sure...” A note of fear tinges her voice.
“Obey your husband,” I say firmly, then gentler, “No one can see us. It’s just acres of land outside, and you and me here—husband and wife.”
Slowly, Addie pulls the long skirt higher up her thighs. The trust shown in the move heightens my arousal. Her trust is important to me, and I never want to abuse it.
White panties reflect in the window as she carefully slips underneath the cotton and lets her fingers inch inside. The moment Addie touches her clit, she gasps and leans further into my arms.
“That’s right, sweet girl.” I praise her with murmured words of encouragement as she begins a rhythmic stroking. Her soft moans of pleasure vibrate through my body, settling in my cock.
I play with her nipples, pinching and pulling then delicately brushing them back and forth. “You’re doing so well. Petting your pretty pussy for your husband.” My head dips to lick away the sweat forming on her shoulder, reveling in the salty essence.
“Heath... Oh!”
Suddenly, a shudder wracks her limbs, back arching into the waves of her orgasm until, replete, Addie sags against me. I gentle my movements, rubbing along every inch of exposed skin to bring her back to Earth.
“Give me your hand.” The words are husky as I force them past my dry throat. She lifts one hand, and I smile at her naivete. “No, baby, your other hand.”
Twisting to look up at me, her brows furrow at the request, but eventually Addie obeys. Bringing her hand to my lips, I let her watch as I suck her fingers clean of her cream. Banked heat unfurls in her eyes as unspoken needs travel between us.
“I don’t think I’m quite satisfied yet.” I remove my blazer then unbutton part of my shirt. Suitably comfortable, I retreat to the bed and lay down in the center before motioning Addie forward. “Place your thighs around my shoulders. I need to taste that sweet cherry of yours directly from the source.”
“Heath, I don’t think...”
“Don’t think... Come here.” I’m enjoying this cat and mouse game of pushing Addie past her limits. She’s so reserved—shy—but I know she needs this release just as much as I need to give it to her.
Addie hesitantly gathers her skirt and shuffles closer. The mattress dips as she puts one knee then the other on the comforter before shifting to straddle me.
“There’s my good girl.”
A red blush floods to the top of her skin. My wife definitely likes being told how sweet and perfect she is. And I plan on telling her as often as I can.
Wrapping my arms beneath her legs, I hike her higher up my chest, so the wet heat of her pussy hovers above my mouth. My hunger for her taste intensifies as I stiffen in anticipation. I press a soft kiss to the inside of her trembling thigh in an effort to comfort her, then glide closer to her curls, the fading sunlight glinting off the drops of wetness clinging to them.
Her sweet flavor coats my tongue as it swipes through her folds, searching for the place where her pleasure centers. Finding the engorged button, I playfully tease the sensitive flesh, and Addie releases a frustrated growl.
