I saw the flash of fear in her eyes, but she didn’t beg me to stop.

I stared at her, seeing the nerves and knowing I’d caused this.

With my fingers on her ankles, I kept my gaze on hers, not rushing.

Her body was a dream. Large tits, full thighs and hips. She made me ache. I hadn’t been with anyone else but her, and we hadn’t been having sex regularly, and the truth was, my balls were blue. I wanted to fuck her more than anything else in the world.

“Slavik?”

“Watching you with Cara, I realized I hadn’t been giving you the attention you deserved.”

“Don’t hurt me.”

“I’m not going to.” I stroked from her ankle up to her knee and back down again. Sinking to my knees, I pulled her so she spread open, and her pussy was so close to my mouth.

Running my hands up her thighs, I squeezed the flesh.

“If you don’t like this, ask me to stop.”

I placed my hands near her pussy and spread the lips open. On our wedding night, she’d been bare, but as the days had gone, some hair had returned. I didn’t mind.

Her cunt looked dry.

Fear captured her at this time.

This was all my fault, but I’d rectify that.

Holding her open, I slid my tongue across her clit. The first touch had her jolting upright.

“What was that?”

I looked up at her and smiled. “I’m going to lick this pussy until you come all over my face.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to. Lie back.”

“Slavik?”

“Have a little trust. I haven’t hurt you, have I?”

I knew she replayed that night when I could have taken her against her will, but I didn’t.

Slowly, she leaned back on the bed, and this time, I slid my tongue across and I didn’t pull back. I worked back and forth, circling her clit before taking her into my mouth. She cried out, but it wasn’t in pain.

I kept my touches light.

She’d never felt this touch from a man, and I did everything I could to make it as easy on her as possible.

Her moans echoed around the room, and my cock tightened to an unbearable length. I hadn’t sucked a woman’s cunt in a really long time. I’d avoided it because I didn’t know where else they’d been, and to be honest, no woman interested me enough to even want to do it.

Sliding my tongue all over her pussy, I teased back and forth, going down to her entrance and plunging inside.

I’d been the only cock in her pussy.

My cum.

All me.

And that sent a fucking thrill of possession rushing through me. I couldn’t get enough, and I tasted her sweetness. Moaning as she flooded my mouth.

Her cream building.

Finally, my wife was fucking aroused. Not only that, but she’d stopped lying still and her pelvis thrust against me. Offering up her pretty pussy as I licked her.