Skylar shifts slightly on the bed next to me and I turn my face toward her. She looks so much like Mom that in some ways I feel like I’m doing the right thing. Darby was a beautiful woman—strong, full of life, and defiant at every turn.
She gave Dad hell and I know that the three of us secretly enjoyed it. I refuse to believe that Cleo didn’t have fun when Mom would give Dad’s shit right back to him, because I would see her hiding her smile behind her little hands.
A sigh escapes me as I run my hands over my face briefly. The indifference is turning into sadness again, and I know that when I get back to Bryden’s house I’ll need to have a good, clear head on my shoulders.
Turning on my side as gently as I can, I lick the tips of my fingers then slip them into my would-be wife’s panties. She stirs slightly but doesn’t push me away, which tells me that she’s still asleep.
I’m gentle with her as I begin to circle her clit with my forefinger. And when she stirs again, I smile.
Skylar may never admit that she likes when I touch her, but I know she does. She has free will and she can tell me no any time she chooses, but she’s afraid that I’ll do to her what Dad did to Mom, so she placates me as best as she can while keeping her head above ground.
In every sense of the word.
As I slip a finger into her damp opening, I purse my lips and lean my head against my pillow. My eyes move from her face to the wall behind her.
Another sigh.
Another feeling of sadness threatening to overwhelm me.
I close my eyes briefly as I move another finger into her pussy and place my thumb on her clit.
Little moments like this help me see things clearly, and as I begin to slowly move my fingers in and out of her core, I can’t help but wonder how Cleo’s would feel.
By right, I should have two wives, though I doubt she would understand what was being done to her.
Even though…
I grit my teeth at the thought. Bryden put his hand on Cleo’s stomach—an obvious gesture to let me know that what was mine to claim has already been taken.
But he can’t take this from me, I think as I slip my fingers out of Skylar and wipe them clean on my shorts. I move closer to her, reach for the waistband of her panties, and pull the delicate material off her body.
I toss them over the side of the bed and scoot down between her legs, wrapping my hands around her thighs before leaning in to inhale her sweet scent.
Next to Mom’s, it’s my favorite thing in the world.
And I only ever smelled Mom when she would console us after Dad laid into us, or when she found time to play with us as a distraction to what she had been suffering in abject silence.
“Richter?” Skylar’s voice is groggy as she shifts on the bed. She’s not completely aware that I want her to perform her wifely duties right now, but she will be shortly.
I glance up at her for a moment and smile as she uses the palms of her hands to rub her eyes. If I want her to be compliant, I have to move quickly.
Lowering my face between her legs again, I flick my tongue against her clit, which elicits a sharp gasp from her.
I’ve always been fond of waking her up like this, and I hope that maybe one day she’ll wake me up in a similar fashion.
As soon as her body goes rigid, I slip my tongue into her. She’ll never tell me no, and I think it’s because she loves me more than she’s willing to admit, though I wish she would at the very least be a much more active participant in our loving moments.
I push my tongue as far into her as it will go before I begin moving it in and out. It’s something that I know she likes—which she’s too stubborn to admit. I may be the man of this house but, unlike Dad, I believe this should be a pleasurable thing for the both of us.
Skylar’s body begins to tremble as I move my tongue from her pussy to her clit. There’s no way she’s close already, and if she fakes another one, I’m going to lose my shit.
She knows better.
Love takes time and is a beautiful thing—it has to be cherished, not rushed.
Even so, I can feel my dick pressing against my shorts, begging for release, and I decide that maybe this time I’ll let her get off easy.
I let go of her legs, push myself up to my knees, and pull my shorts off. Skylar, being her usual self, turns her face away and reaches her hands behind her head to grip the bedsheets. She doesn’t like to hold me or touch me when we’re loving each other, but that has to change if we’re ever going to be parents.
She’ll have to learn to hold our children—to love them when the time comes, and she’ll be a better woman for it.
I grab my dick and press it against her opening, causing her to whimper slightly.
“Don’t cry,” I half-beg, half-command her. “This is how we’re supposed to love each other.”
Before the protest that I know is coming has a chance to leave her lips, I push myself inside her.
Skylar gasps as I grit my teeth.
She’s still so tight after all of the attempts we’ve made so far to become parents and Dad told me that means that she isn’t cheating on me. He said that if I ever loved her and felt her walls looser than normal, that some other man was sticking his dick into my property.
But Skylar’s a good girl, and as I lean down to kiss her, my hips moving slowly, I know that
