The Ring

"You know I love you." He whispers softly to the sleeping form of his wife as she lays on her back reaching out in her sleep for him. Heaving a deep sigh he turned to the bedroom door closing it firmly yet softly behind him.

She was a beautiful girl with long dark hair that she rarely let down. When they had been dating he used to beg her to let it free but she never would. The first time he saw her hair wild was on their wedding night. She had come to him a virgin. He remembered the sight of her blood on him; he went over that memory constantly savoring each nuance. He traveled a lot for his job he hated to leave her. On those days she would usually fix him breakfast but halfway through fixing it she would burst out crying. He would hold her in his arms then feeling the tremors that ran through her body, murmuring soothing words in her ear. But this morning was different he wanted to spare her any pain that he could so he left really early in the morning figuring he would be back all the sooner.

His flight was on time and as he settled back into his seat feeling the inertia and pressure of the takeoff he allowed his mind to think back on his wife.

They had been married for a year. He had heard that the first year of marriage was the hardest what with having to adjust to each other's living habits and quirks but that never happened in his marriage. From the first time he brought her into his house she fit him. Adapting to each other's schedules and learning to make time for each other were ridiculously easy for the two of them. Often she would seek him out curling into his lap clinging tightly to his neck as he whispered in her ear. Thinking about what he said to her made him remember what she would often say to him.

"I never loved anyone the way I love you." She would say grasping him tightly to her as their breathing stabilized her tight cunt still milking his cock.

There was poetry in her every word.

Shaking his head he cleared his mind hoping that he could concentrate on his work. He bent over reaching for his black carryon that held his laptop. As he moved his white gold chain slipped out from his black dress shirt hurriedly he sat up replacing the necklace from which dangled a small white gold ring. He couldn't work then; all he could think about was this ring. He laid his head back on the seat his hand over the ring under his shirt he closed his eyes and remembered.

He carried her over the threshold and into his house, into his life. She had been so happy effusively talking to everyone at the wedding reception yet clinging to his hand as they moved about from person to person secretly shy and nervous. He set her down, she had been to his place before so there was nothing new yet when he came to her she shivered. He pulled her close gently kissing her lips he broke away then leading her to the bedroom they were to share.

She carried a small case in her hand that she took with her into the bathroom. He could hear the sounds of her brushing her teeth, the rustling of the taffeta from her dress. He took off his coat and vest then his shoes and socks moving slowly and methodically. He sat on the edge of the bed running his hands through his black hair nervous as all hell. They'd never fucked before. He had wanted to but he could never bring himself to tell her what he wanted the words just stuck in his throat. Maybe that was why they were now married after only eight months of dating. But he knew she was the right one. The One.

He looked up then when he heard the door open. She wore a sexy white lacy chemise with spaghetti straps that fell over her shoulders.

He sucked in his breath when he realized her hair was down. It fell in sexy spiral curls and waves to her waist framing her pretty face, matching the darkness of her eyes.

She sat down beside him close but not touching. Her head was bowed looking into her hands. The huge pear shaped black diamond of her wedding ring glinted on her left hand. Black diamonds, she was one of a kind just like the diamonds she now wore.

She took a deep breath looking into his green eyes. "I have something for you." She said softly extending a black box towards him.

He took it thinking it to be a wedding gift. He had given her a diamond choker as his wedding present which she wore now. Opening the box he looked at it then at her. The simple ring and chain were not what he had expected. Before he could say anything she looked him in the eyes.

"I was eighteen when I bought this." She touched the white gold ring. "I wanted to be pure. I wanted to be for you alone."

She took the box from him placing the chain in his hand. He looked at the ring the surface was smooth and polished on the inside was an engraving. S loves J. Only you.

He placed the chain about his neck. She undid a few buttons of his shirt then she placed the cool ring against his hot skin. She pulled the edges of his shirt together hiding it. "Don't let anyone see it. This was meant for you and you alone."

To this day he superstitiously guarded it from other people's view. It was the promise he had made to her. He always kept his promises to her.

He was startled out of his ruminations by the landing of the plane.

The house was dark as he entered which made sense since it was midnight. It had been a long three days of business and he was dead tired aching in both body and soul. Sometimes he wondered if love was supposed to be like this, a painful wound that oozed and bled when you were separated from the one you loved. He had never felt this way before. Had never imagined he could love this way and be loved so in return.

Wearily he climbed the stairs and softly opened their bedroom door. In the darkness he stripped off his shirt tossing it onto the floor along with his shoes and socks. He stood at the foot of the bed for a moment watching her. A shaft of moonlight fell across her lighting up her loose dark hair, creating shadows in the contours of her cheekbone. She was so beautiful. Crawling on the bed on all fours he moved up her body hearing her soft sigh as she turned onto her back. He bent closer to kiss her lips when his chain came forward and bumped her under the chin. She opened her eyes reaching out to grab the ring pulling him closer until she could stare into his green eyes noting the star-like pattern of black lines that radiated out from his pupils.

Without a word she kissed him, a slow languorous kiss. He raised his head and she touched the side of his face stroking his cheek with her knuckles feeling the slight rasp of his black beard. He had shaved earlier that morning anticipating an earlier flight but was unable to get away until later.

She smiled reaching her arms to encircle and grasp the hot muscled surface of his back pulling him into her. He began to peel away the blankets from her body sucking in a breath when he saw she was clad only in a pair of silky panties. All his weariness fell away from him at the sight of her creamy breasts the nipples hardened he bent his head to capture one in his mouth. She threw her head back moaning softly writhing underneath him desperate to have more of her flesh touching his. He moved to her other breast tormenting her feeling the lust and heat rise inside him. He moved away then meaning to kiss her on the mouth but she moved her head. Momentarily taken aback she took advantage by moving so that he lay beneath her with her lush wet cunt on the bare skin of his stomach. She brought his hand up to her lips where she kissed each fingertip as she rubbed her cunt up and down the ridged washboard surface of his abdomen. He didn't think he could handle the torture as his free hand grabbed her ass urging her to move farther down to where he was hard and heavy for her.

Eagerly she moved back undoing the black belt and pants that he still wore pushing them and his boxers down farther until his cock stood upright. With just her fingertips she caressed the thick shaft the slight caress driving him mad. It wasn't enough. He grabbed her hips pulling her closer so that his cock lay pulsing against the damp silk of her panties. She leaned over, her chest to his, kissing his lips as he thrust his tongue into her mouth thirsting for the sweetness that lay inside. She broke the kiss arching her neck back exposing the tender skin that he tasted with his tongue. His cock lay buried between her clothed cunt and his abdomen. Wanting her desperately her tore at her panties forcing them over her hips down to her knees as she squirmed and laughed softly helping him to kick them to her ankles and finally off the bed.

His hard hands on her hips he guided her over his cock loving the moment when she lay poised there with her wetness dripping onto him. He plunged smoothly into her tightness ripping a throaty moan from her lips. She rode him slowly up and down loving the feel of him deep inside her thick and burning hot.

He could stand her sweet torment no longer. He pulled her close moving so that she lay beneath him his breath catching when she spread her thighs wider for him clutching him closer to her. He moved slowly easily parting her cunt each time until the flame built up to an unbearable heat and he began to pound into her feeling her teeth sink into his shoulder as he slammed into her the bed shaking with the force. She cried out her passion freely when she came and he soaked it in loving each word, each curse.


On and on he thrust inside her forcing her to come a second time until he could hold back no longer. Her sharp fingernails scored the skin of his back as he came feeling her tight wetness engulf him as he sank into her arms still deep inside her. For a moment they said nothing just trying to catch their breath she pulled him closer to her inhaling the scent of sex that now permeated their room.

This was what he lived for, he thought raising his head to look at his wife she blushed and kissed him quickly on the lips turning her face into the hollow of his shoulder. He moved away then to pull her up against the side of his body where she curled into him naturally.

What a sweet homecoming, he mused feeling the light kisses she spread on his chest.

"I love you." She whispered softly thinking he was asleep.

He could feel himself harden again for her. He turned then moving atop her lithe body smoothing the hair back from her cheeks. "I never loved anyone but you." He kissed her lips.

This was how marriage should be.