Matthew

Sometimes I can’t believeit’s been a whole year since I came back from the dead. It seems just like yesterday I was fighting not to fall in love with Piper and then, in a flash, we were married. It’s only been a few months since the wedding, but we’re still so happy. Everyone keeps telling us that the honeymoon will end and then the hard work sets in, but so far it hasn’t.

We still live in the same house. Leo gave it to us as a wedding present, making Piper cry for the first time all day. She was determined not to let that happen, but after the history we’d already made here, being able to turn it into our marital home was too much for her. Hell, even I got a little misty eyed.

Every day we get up together, we make coffee and breakfast before heading upstairs to shower. It never takes more than a couple moments for me to push her up against the wall and fill her tight pussy with my cock. We decided right after the wedding that we wanted to get pregnant and so we take every opportunity to fuck. Well, truth be told, that’s not the least bit out of the ordinary for us. Like a couple of horny teenagers we still can’t keep our hands off each other.

As for the shop, Piper and I are running it now. We go in together every morning, sometimes a bit early as I’ve been teaching Piper everything I know about cars, though she already knows a lot just from watching her Dad growing up. She learns quick, too. I keep telling her that she has a natural talent, that she was crazy for ever stifling such a gift. I’m always impressed (and turned on) by watching her change the oil or fix the breaks on a car. Which means we usually end up spending our lunch break sharing a quickie in the supply closet. We finish out the day with more work, significant glances and a stop at the bank to deposit whatever was in the till.

I’ve never been more happy in my life than I am right now, sitting at the dinner table across from the most beautiful woman in the world…

“What are you staring at?” She asks warily. “I’m almost afraid to ask!”

I grin back at her, reaching across the table to pet her hand. “Just looking at the most extraordinary woman, is that a crime?”

Her cheeks turn bright red and she glances away. “Oh stop it,” she picks at her food, clearly very embarrassed. It’s one of the many things I love about her; she has no idea how wonderful she really is.

“What? You are,” I insist. “You work all day then come home and make an amazing dinner for your sexy husband…”

“Yeah, you’re right,” she tries to recover, but her cheeks are still pink. “Maybe my lazy husband should make dinner for a change, so I can lay around!”

I chuckle and shake my head. “That’s only a good idea in theory. In reality he’d probably ruin it so bad it’d have to be declared hazardous!”

“Well that doesn’t surprise me, she remarks impishly, “he is a bit of an oaf!”

Clutching my heart dramatically I shakily stand from the table and thrust my nose into the air. “Well, madam, if you’re going to be like that,” my aristocratic accent is terribly cheesy, “I’ll just have to—” I dive for her, scooping her off the chair and flinging her over my shoulder. She playfully shrieks and flails, her hands swatting my ass. I respond by squeezing hers. I haul her as far as the sofa, ignoring her demands to be set down.

I finally drop her on her back and grin down at her. She smiles in return, knowing exactly what’s coming next. She doesn’t budge as I unfasten my jeans, her eyes fixed on the growing bulge in my briefs. I strip in front of her, taking my time to remove my clothes and expose every firm, muscular inch of my broad frame.

“Hold still,” I command as I lean over and start undressing her. I pull off her pants and blouse, leaving her in nothing but a matching bra and panties. I run my hands over her bare flesh, squeezing and rubbing in all the right places. She sighs at my touch, opening her legs, inviting me in. Slowly, I pull her panties down, exposing the moist folds of her shaved pussy. Without warning I dive in, my mouth hungrily lapping and sucking. She moans, flexing her hips upward and grinding against my face. I slide a hand beneath her and squeeze her tight, round ass.

When I’ve had my fill I pull away, making her whimper in frustration. I grin down at her. “Naughty girls don’t get to cum on my tongue,” I tell her, repositioning so I’m between her thighs.

“You’re such a tease,” she whines, putting her hands on my shoulders and running her fingers coyly over my skin. I can’t help but shiver as I lean close to kiss her. Her tongue flicks over my mouth, licking away the remnants of her own juices before she presses her lips to mine in a fierce, hungry kiss.

We’re still kissing as I press the head of my dick against her, sliding it up to her clit and then back down to her opening. She bites my lip in response, squirming beneath me. I love that this is the third time today and she’s still desperate for me. I couldn’t deny that I’m just as desperate for her. This woman saved my soul, she gave me life after I was reduced to nothing but an empty husk. I don’t even want to imagine where I’d be if it weren’t for her.

I pull from the kiss and stare deep into her eyes, wanting her to know just how much I love and need her. Tenderly I caress her cheek and whisper, “I love you, Piper,” as I slowly push inside her.

She moans, “I love you, too Matthew.”

I bury my face in her neck and shoulder, taking pleasure in her arms wrapped tightly around me. At first I keep the pace slow, reveling in the simple joy of being with my beautiful wife. I never want the moment to end, but the heat that rises in the pit of my stomach urges me to go faster, to ram her amazing pussy until we climax together. Her nails bite into my skin the harder I pound into her warm, tight tunnel and her loud moans fill the living room, accompanied by my occasional grunts.

“Oh Matt,” she cries in between gasping for breath, “Oh, I’m going to come!”

The sound and sensation of her orgasm make me explode inside her, filling her with warm, sticky semen. We ride the height of ecstasy together, me shuddering and growling while Piper rewards me with a whimper. It takes a few minutes for the world to stop spinning and when it does, I find myself still holding Piper for dear life. Her fingers stroke through my hair and she’s smiles at me, that soft, satisfied little grin that’s just mine. I kiss her lips, groaning as her thighs tighten around me.

“Matthew,” her voice is quiet, serene. “I was going to wait until our parents get back from their cruise next week, but…” Piper’s eyes are so bright, glittering with excitement and warmth. Curiosity rises in my chest as I wonder what sort of secret she could possibly have. “Matt,” she’s on the verge of exploding with glee, “I’m pregnant, we’re going to have a baby!”

The words take me by complete surprise. If I weren’t laying down I would have surely fallen over! Piper’s pregnant? But if she’s pregnant then that means… I’m hit again, this time by the realization that I’m going to be a father! I must have a stupid look on my face because Piper is giggling at me now. I try to respond, but my mouth and tongue don’t seem to be functioning. Finally she saves me with a kiss, giving me enough time to absorb the news and find my voice again.

“I’m so happy, Piper,” I whisper, pulling her closer, “you make me so happy…”

And it’s the truth. Nothing else in this world could ever have completed my life the way she has. Not a day goes by that I don’t thank the powers that be for bringing us together. Life without Piper would have been no life at all.

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