My Sweet Canadian Girl Ch. 13

Knowing every time I came inside my wife was another opportunity to impregnate her made controlling my urges difficult. After a few minutes of aggressive lovemaking my cock was throbbing and on the verge of another explosion inside her. I knew that's where she'd want my cum too, every load inside her pussy until we knew she was expecting. That part I didn't have a problem with but I wasn't prepared to cum again just yet. Gritting my teeth I fired my cock into her rapidly making her gasp in pleasure. Each stroke pushed me a tiny bit closer to cumming until I was forced to pull out of her and lie on my back breathing hard as my cock throbbed in frustration.

Kissing my cheek and rubbing her hand over my chest told me she was fine with a little break. At the same time I noticed she stared at my cock as if ready to jump on it if I started to cum despite my best efforts not to. It didn't take long for the tingling sensation to subside. I sat up as soon as I was ready and began kissing my way down her body. Her breasts I paid special attention to of course spending ample time sucking on one nipple and then the other as she trembled beneath me. I planted one kiss after another all over her chest making sure to keep her nipple hard, wet, and slippery. Cassie was squeezing her thighs together and letting her legs relax again repeatedly as I lavished attention on her wondrous breasts. Cooing in a satisfied voice, she let me toy with them as long as I wanted enjoying the sensation of my breast play after a month without it.

When I finally stopped and lifted my lips from her breasts her face broke into a smile. I leaned down to kiss her whispering my love for her between the soft exchanges with our lips. She took hold of my cock in a gentle grip and tried to guide it towards her pussy only to giggle when I gave her a playful slap on the hand. Cassie didn't let go right away though. I knew exactly what it was like to be without your lover for a month and let her stroke my cock until she'd had her fun with it. Once she released my cock I gave her one last kiss, a deep one that made her gasp as I pulled my lips away and crawled into position to eat her pussy.

Immediately I put my tongue ring to use just in case she'd forgotten how good it felt. I ignored the frothy white traces of my cum that had leaked from inside her letting my tongue slide through it without a second thought. Her entire crotch was soaked with our combined juices that I lapped up eagerly. My tongue ring teased her clit at the end of every stroke adding an exclamation point to each seductive lick. I even tickled her asshole with the tip of my tongue knowing the sensation thrilled her. The focus was on her lips and the protruding clit situated at the top of them though. Plunging my tongue inside her I rolled my tongue into a makeshift straw and siphoned up a mouthful of her viscous juices.

Cassie was shuddering with delight thanks to my well-honed talents. I knew how to please her and refused to stop until she came hard. Pulling my tongue out of her pussy, I licked her clit constantly as I fingered her. She ran her fingers through my hair moaning in a high-pitched voice and lifting her ass off the bed whenever she came close to cumming. I had one hand planted on her trim midriff and could feel her abdominal muscles twitching. Her stomach tightened whenever her pleasure peaked and stayed tensed longer and longer as I continued to eat her pussy. When Cassie began to shriek loudly I pulled my fingers out and caught a little squirt of her juices in the face. She rolled onto her side, her entire body quivering as she tried to regain her composure.

I watched my wife with a smile having made her whole body practically glow with pleasure. Her pussy peeked at me from between her creamy white thighs keeping my cock throbbing with excitement. Eating her pussy was supposed to give me a chance to rebuild some staying power but I was just as close to cumming as I had been when I pulled my cock from her lips. Even when I got up to get a drink of water the fact that I could hear her sighs of pleasure behind me prevent my tingling erection from subsiding at all. I turned around and found her lying on her back staring at me with complete adoration in her eyes. She licked her lips and curled her finger inviting me back to the bed for a blowjob.

Approaching the bed, I shook my head and she knew right away I was too close to cumming for her to risk sucking my cock. Smiling at me she spread her legs wide ready to accept another load of cum into her unprotected womb. I could almost see the images of babies floating above her head as I slipped inside and began making love to her again. It wasn't going to last long but that didn't mean I wouldn't try my best not to cum. Trading kisses with the woman I loved with all my heart, I felt my balls begin to tighten and knew the end had arrived. Groaning weakly as I filled her with cum again, I said a little prayer in my head that one of my tiny sperm cells would find her egg and make a baby for us to share our bountiful love with.

Withdrawing my still hard cock from her I lay on my back smiling as she curled up next to me. Cassie kissed me on the cheek and ran her hand over my chest lightly. Despite the fact that I'd cum very quickly a second time she knew I'd get hard again and make it last before the night was out. Laying next to her and basking in her love for me that radiated from her was an awesome feeling. I knew that over the next two weeks she'd make love to me morning, noon, and night if that's what I wanted. Noticing the way she stared at my cock I wondered if maybe I'd be the one doing my best to keep up with her sexual appetite.

"I did a painting for you as a wedding gift," she said.

"I know but don't worry I didn't look yet," I said turning my head. It was propped up in he corner of the room with a white sheet over it that might as well be screaming at me not to peek. "You already bought me the new wide screen TV."

"That was for the house. I wanted to give you something special," she said.

"I have something special for you too but you'll have to wait until tomorrow to see what it is," I said. "But I have these for now," I added hopping out of bed and returning with a large box of her favorite chocolates and another bouquet of flowers that were completely different than the ones she woke up to.

"You spoil me way too much," she said shaking her head.

"You married me twice now so you better get used to it," I said. I watched her inhale the fragrance of her flowers and set them on the night table where they'd greet her when she woke up.

"Do you want some?" she asked as she slipped the cover off the chocolates.

"I eat the ones you don't like," I said.

"What ones I don't like?" she asked looking up with a smile. "These are all so yummy looking Rick. As my husband it's okay if you want to buy me things whenever you want but don't bring me too many boxes of these unless you want a fat wife."

"As long as my fat wife is still you I don't mind at all," I said.

"I know you'll always love me no matter what I look like," she said smiling even wider at me. "I'm more concerned about staying fit and healthy so we can live a long life together."

"How about one box a year as a special treat on our anniversary then?" I suggested.

"Which anniversary?" she asked making me laugh along with her.

"Okay instead of one big box a year I'll buy you two smaller boxes, one for each anniversary," I said.

"Deal," she said. "Come have whatever one you want my love." I knew it was a box of assorted chocolates but I had no idea there were so many different types. As many as there were, no two looked exactly the same and I was worried about taking one she was looking forward to.

"I think we should split a few," I said.

"If you want," she said smiling at me as if she knew exactly why I had suggested it. She picked one out and bit off half of it and then fed me the other piece.

"Can I see my painting now?" I asked after we shared a few of her decadent chocolates.

"You have to guess what it is first," she said.

"It's a picture us," I said right away. "I promise I didn't peek," I added when her look told me I was right.

"Guess what we're doing," she said.

"Having sex," I said right away.

"No," she said laughing.

"It's from our first wedding but painted in such a way that no one will know by looking at it except us," I said.

"No but that's a much better guess," she said. There were plenty of other scenes from our life together that ran through my mind and her painting could have been any of them. "You'll never guess what it is so I might as well show you," she said letting it rest on the end of the bed and pulling the sheet away suddenly.

"Oh sweetie," I said choking up with tears instantly. It was so beautiful that all I could do was stare at it in silence and wonder how she came up with such an incredible idea.

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I stopped typing here late one night when I realized this was a good place to end this chapter. The next chapter will pick up here with a description of Cassie's newest painting. The picture is something I've had in my head for a long time and I think people who have enjoyed the story thus far will be pleased when you find out what it is.