Debbie Doll | Ringo Starr ✅

28

Three Days Later

Brian had let us borrow his car for the trip down to London. We loaded it up bright and early with all our suitcases and then set off for London before breakfast. The two of us were just so excited to start our lives together properly, and to have our own place to live.

We talked for the entire journey, stopping only once when we were about halfway for breakfast.

When we arrived at 34 Montagu Square, I cried. Ritchie chuckled as he wrapped his arms around me from the driver's seat, "what's wrong, love?" He asked.

"I just can't believe that we're here!" I cried, "and it's our own house!"

He chuckled again and got us out of the car, leading me up the front steps of the flat and opening the door using a key that Brian had given him on the ring with the car key the day before. He led me to the basement flat and put his hands over his eyes just before he pushed the door open with his foot.

"And here it is..." he took his hands from my eyes and I cried again.

It was perfect.

Fully furnished and full of plants and flowers. The living room was a pastel green and settee matched - there was even a small settee in the middle of the room.

"Brian hired interior designers so it would be perfect for us." Ritchie told me as he led me through the flat, which was as large as dad and Elsie's house. The kitchen was decorated in deep reds, the bathroom was a hue of blues... but it was our bedroom that I loved the most.

There was a running theme; daisies.

The walls were decorated in hand-painted daisies, our duvet cover was a yellow as bright as the middle of a daisy and there was a vase of daisies on the chest of drawers to the side of the door.

"Do you like it?" He asked me. I nodded, wiping away more tears. "Stop crying, doll, you'll set me off." My Ritchie was very soft; he cried when he was hurt or happy, too, though he would never admit it to anybody - I had had to work it out myself, in fact.

Ritchie took my hands and led me over to the bed. He sat down and then pulled me into his lap. I straddled him and put my arms around his neck. Ritchie kissed my tears away and then kissed my lips.

"This is perfect," I told him quietly, "Ritchie, everything's perfect." He was looking at my lips through his long eyelashes. I loved him like this; it was when he was at his most vulnerable. I pressed my mouth against his, opening my lips and letting him push his tongue inside.

"You're perfect," he told me as he laid back, bringing me down with him. We continued to kiss, but it grew more passionate gradually. I knew what we were about to be in for, and he did, too. Since our wedding, we had made love at least once a day, and today was to be no different. I began to grind my soaking core against the growing tent in his trousers, grateful that the material was riding up my thighs so the friction between us could increase and I could get more pleasure. "Oh God, baby, don't stop doing that!" He bucked his hips upwards and I gasped. He felt incredible. I needed him inside of me as soon as possible. I removed my arms from around his neck and moved them between us, using my hands to undo his trousers and take his rock hard erection from the confines of his underwear. I stroked it with one small, dainty hand and he moaned again. "You're incredible..."

I was in too much of a hurry to feel him to get undressed. Instead, I pulled my panties to the side and aligned the head of his leaking cock to my entrance.

I slid down onto him, and we both moaned out in delight and pleasure.

This position was new, we hadn't tried it before, but I already knew that it would become a regular. He was going so much deeper, and as he bucked his hips in and out of my tight cunt, I could feel my pleasure building. Ritchie was incredible at making love but I had never cum so quickly before.

"That's it, Deb!" He cried out as his cock stuttered in and out, his thrusts becoming sloppy. My legs felt like they were about to give out and my stomach felt hot and tight. We fucked each other through our orgasms, spilling our pleasure over the other. I would never grow tired of the feeling which came from my husband filling me up; it was incredible. I collapsed onto his chest, his flaccid cock still inside of my spent hole. He chuckled as he stroked my blonde hair. "God," he breathed, his chest rising and falling quickly but shallowly with my weight on it, "I really love you. You're like my wettest dream."

I giggled quietly as I felt my eyelids flutter closed briefly.

"Go to sleep, doll," he said quietly, stroking my hair more softly. I yawned, "I'll still be here when you wake up."

I fell asleep on top of him, and it was perfect.