“Oh, stop.” Ivy smiles shyly. “I look awful.”
“You look gorgeous,” I tell her, setting my things aside. “Total natural beauty just for me.”
I strip out of my shirt and pants and go over to her on the bed. I part her robe open, exposing her naked body, and plant a delicate kiss on her little shaved pussy mound, causing her to gasp in that adorable way that I just love so much.
I look up from between her legs. “How’d your shoots go today?”
“Mmm, they went well…” she whimpers. “This one photographer was a bit of a jerk, but apparently he’s like that with everybody.”
“Want me to kick his ass?” I ask, running my hands up her body to her breasts. “Because I will if I have to.”
Ivy giggles. “Yes, husband. Defend my honor, please.”
I’m throbbing beneath my briefs, which I quickly remove so I can be naked with her. I move up her body and set my stiff cock against her slit, gently parting her lips, which reveals the wet arousal within.
“But he’s part of that ridiculous Dolce and Gabbana campaign, isn’t he?” I say softly, as I tease her sex with mine. Ivy nods, her lips slightly apart.
“He is…”
I was asked to shoot on this campaign but declined. Early on in our relationship, once she started modeling, Ivy and I decided it would be best that we kept our work separate as much as possible so it would not affect our relationship. The last thing we wanted to have happen was for us to end up like Sara’s friend and her manager at the movie theater.
“Well, I guess you’re going to have to put up with him for now,” I say, sliding inside her. “But I’m always here to…lessen the tension after a really hard day.”
Ivy wraps her arms around me and draws a deep breath. “Or provide me with something really hard?” she whispers in my ear, pulling me down on top of her. I hear her silly, playful giggle and reply by driving my entire shaft as deep as it will go, causing her to try and wriggle out from underneath me. “Oh my God, baby!”
“Is there a problem?” I laugh, holding her tightly where she belongs, kissing all down her neck to her collar bone as I begin to thrust. I gave her no warmup, and there’s no way she was ready for all that. But as she opens her mouth to protest, all that comes out is a moan.
“Oh, baby…” she sighs, dragging the tips of her fingers across my back. “Just when I think I’m about to get mad at you.”
Grinning, I fuck my wife. It’s pure heaven to have this control over her and be wrapped up in such intimacy. She’s so small compared to me, and I love holding her in my arms and crushing her beneath me as I slide in and out of her soaking wet folds.
I love how she submits to me but still teases me and plays back with me every day of our lives.
I love just how perfect we are for each other. I meet more beautiful women in a year than most men meet in their lives, and I still know, without a doubt, that Ivy is the only girl meant for me.
Her moans are music to my ears and drive me closer and closer to my climax as I thrust. Nothing turns me on more than making my wife come. And she’s close too; I can feel it.
“Baby,” she whispers, her breath warm against my ear.
“Yes?”
“I…I want you to get me pregnant.”
My words shock me, and I lift myself up so I can look into her eyes.
She’s not teasing me. I see nothing but earnestness there. Ivy is not on the pill, and we’ve been either using condoms or I’ve been pulling out for our relationship so far without incident, so if I come in her now, there’s nothing stopping nature from taking its course.
“What do you mean?” I ask her. “You have the campaign to finish—”
“It’s almost over,” she replies.
“Do you not want to model anymore?”
Ivy smiles. “These last few years have been great. But I don’t want to stand in front of other men’s cameras my entire life. I want to spend my life with you. I want to start a family.”
I knew I loved my wife, but hearing her speak like this sends my feelings for her skyrocketing.
Truth be told, I’ve been dreaming about getting her pregnant for two years now but haven’t said anything because I didn’t want to get in the way of her career. After all, I was the one who encouraged her to get into it in the first place. How selfish of me would it have been to then tell her I want her to quit and be a mom after barely letting her experience the industry?