A Convenient Wife - A Norman Reedus Fanfic Romance

Chapter 38 - This Circle Is Without End

But one part of him hasn't succumbed as yet.

So, with a speed that astonishes even me....I push my body up. Mount him like I would a horse.

Before my husband can even think  about raising holy hell over what I'm about to do? I manhandle that crowbar away from his tummy. Put it back where it'd nestled previously.

And without a second thought....sort of just....drop. Let gravity take over altogether.

BULLSEYE!

Yowieyowieyowieouweeeeouchhhh!

Guess I really did end up saving myself for marriage after all, huh?

Feels like I'm stuffed fit to burst and it stings quite a bit for a second or three. But compared to what happened to my body all those weeks ago?

As the Black Night announced in Monty Python and the Holy Grail....tis but a flesh wound.

One of Norman's hands crept away from the thigh he gripped. Slid up my tummy to my chest then around the back of my neck. Tugged my head down until we're staring at each other once more.

When the smile takes over my face, his look of relief is almost palpable.

"So, you're happy now are you? Feckin harpy....taking me against my will!"  He growled in mock anger and I let out a little gasp when he twitched inside me.

I lean over, raising my bum slightly up and then down as I do. Repeat that last action a few more times and make the most wonderful discovery.

Feck it....reality has now been crowned the winner as far as I'm concerned!

I'm so overwhelmed that the reply I kiss into his mouth sounds woefully inadequate.

"Mr Reedus? I'm very, very  happy indeed. Are you ummmm....willing yet?"

"And able....me little divil!"

"Please?"  I beg softly, for what I thought will be the last time.

"God how I love you, Fin."

He then starts to show me just how much. Never taking his eyes off mine as his strong hands settle on my bottom and his hips start to move in little clockwise circles.

While moving me in the opposite direction.

Oh myyyy....

Norman doesn't leave me at all, not one single millimetre. My insides feel like a tub of hot molasses and he's giving them an almighty stir.

"Your face, baby....it's how I always imagined you'll look when I'm inside you. Just like my drawing."

My head starts to roll in sync with every swirl and then his hands kind of pull me down onto him even harder. Massaging my butt cheeks until I thought they'll erode.

Those hands. Oh myyyy....

Feel a tiny shift inside me and open my eyes to see Norman lift himself up into a sitting position.

"You, Mrs Reedus....have the  most incredible tits. Can I paint them?"

He moaned around the mouthful that he'd filled himself up with and my arms settled around his neck, clutching his shaggy hair in my hands.

"With your fingers?"  I whimper, deliberately misunderstanding his request to immortalize them on canvas.

He gasped in delight.

"Might use something else first, maybe?"

He's gonna embalm me? Oh myyyy....

Daggy's lips drag their way back up to my open mouth. Without missing a beat he somehow manages to get to his knees, placing me on my back. Then he sits up on his haunches and gazes down.