She straddled my leg and I could feel the heat of her pussy against my thigh, but she remained motionless, worn out from all the fucking we'd accomplished. It was late in the afternoon and the sun was just starting to tip low on the horizon. I should be napping, but I was unaccustomed to sharing a bed, let alone having a warm, pliant body using me as a pillow. I didn't mind in the least. Carefully, I ran my hand up and down her back, feeling the bumps of her spine, reminding me how small and fragile she was. I forgot that in tandem with my hardening cock and took her as I wanted. I should be gentle with her, but I couldn't. I needed to make her see how earnest I was to make her mine. I wanted to possess her, inside and out. There was no question I'd done just that over the past day. Had it been only yesterday morning when I decided I would corner her and force her to speak with me? Was it only yesterday afternoon when we wed? Was it this time yesterday I questioned what her body would look like, then systematically found out?
