He grabs my hair in his hand, getting closer to his climax. And when his balls tighten in my hand and the sounds from his mouth turn into primal growls, I know I have him.
But then he pulls out and drags me off the floor.
“I need to be inside you,” he says.
I’m more surprised he didn’t want to come inside my mouth.
He unzips me from my dress, letting it fall to a puddle on the floor. His eyes roam over my body before he picks me up in his large hands, throws me over his shoulder, and runs to the bedroom as I laugh, smacking my hands against his ass.
He lays me down on the bed, dragging off my underwear, and standing back. Staring at me for a moment and making me feel self-conscious.
“You’re beautiful, Wife,” he says.
“You’re gorgeous, Hubby,” I respond. He is. “Now get a condom and let’s consummate this marriage.”
He grins. “I think you won your bet getting married.”
I nod. “But the rest of the night is because I want you.”
He tilts his head to one side as he removes his shirt, showing me his amazing muscular bod. His eyes don’t leave my face.
He crawls up my body, one small step at a time, while staring at me like a lion about to pounce.
“We need a condom,” I say.
“I want to feel you without one.”
I shiver at the idea of feeling him hard and raw inside of me. But...
“I’m not on the pill.” I reach for the dresser, my hand moving over the top until I find the condom he had in his pocket, and hand it to him.
The packet rustles as he tears it open.
Our eyes meet for a moment before he leans back on his heels and slowly he wraps his long, thick dick with protection.
My breath catches in my throat, surprised at how sexy it looks.
His fingers slide through my slit. “Still wet.”
I smile as he brings the head of his cock to my entrance before meeting my gaze again.
I lift my leg and wrap it around his waist as he slowly feeds himself into me; inch by glorious inch. He takes his sweet time, making sure I’m aware of him. Making sure that I can never forget our one and only time together.
He smiles down at me.
There’s an unexpected ache in my chest, a sensation I haven’t had in years.
This is fake, Amber. Don’t catch feelings.
When he presses harder, my mouth hangs open. It feels like he is claiming of me. Every look, every touch, every groan he makes, all the while making sure I know this is him doing this to me.
“Ahh.” When he finally reaches the hilt, I look to the place where we meet.
“Eyes on me,” he says, waiting.
He fills me so completely I can’t think of anything but him. I can’t see anything but him.
His hips thrust back and snap forward.