Page 17 of Desire

I was married to the man I’d been admiring from afar for months, whose little girl I adored, and who adored me back. Aziel Harris, mayor of Onyx City, was my husband. I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.

My eyes landed on my husband, who slept peacefully on his stomach with his head resting on one arm while the other was draped over my waist. I studied his handsome face, and my body tingled all over.

The way my body reacted to him was unreal, and I couldn’t get enough of him. He felt the same way about me because we didn’t stop until well after sunrise. He handled my body in ways I didn’t think were possible, giving me more orgasms over the span of a few hours than I’d had in the last year.

My bladder was on the verge of exploding, and I couldn’t hold it any longer. I tried to gently lift Aziel’s arm from my waist, but he tightened his hold. I thought he was awake, but I tried again when he didn’t say anything.

“Where are you going?” he mumbled.

“The bathroom.”

“Don’t be gone long.”

He moved his arm and rolled over while I slowly eased out of bed. Every inch of my body was sore, and each movement gave me flashbacks.

Before heading to the bathroom, I retrieved my toiletries from my luggage. After using the bathroom, I washed my face, brushed my teeth, put my hair into a bun on the top of my head, and decided a hot shower would do my body good.

A few minutes later, I stood in the massive shower. It was large enough for at least six full-grown adults to fit inside comfortably. I didn’t remember the shower being so big last night because I was too concerned about getting my back blown out to notice.

Closing my eyes, I let the water soothe my aching body. Only a few minutes had passed before I sensed Aziel’s presence, and when I opened my eyes, he stood in front of me.

“I thought I told you not to be gone long.”

“It’s been five minutes.”

“That was too long. C’mere.”

We weren’t even an inch apart, but he wanted me closer and pulled me against his body. He kissed me as if he missed me while using his hands to caress my ass, pressing his erection against my stomach. My brain knew my pussy needed a break, or she wouldn’t make it through the rest of our honeymoon.

“You feel that?” he asked, and I nodded. “You gon’ do something about it?”

I pushed him back, stepping out of the stream of water until we reached the bench, something else I hadn’t noticed last night. When I sat down, Aziel’s dick was at eye level. I knew he was blessed by how he filled me, but being face-to-face with it gave me another level of appreciation.

“You gon’ stare at it, or you gon’—”

I took him into my mouth to stop him from talking shit, and he released a deep groan. I could only take half of him in my mouth, and I damn near had to use both hands to grip the other half.

He removed the bun from my head, and my hair fell around the sides of my face. While I bobbed up and down, his fingers alternated between massaging my scalp and controlling my speed.

“Suck it, baby. Let me feel them tonsils,” he urged.

Tears ran down my face, snot seeped from my nose, and spit dripped from my chin as his dick hit the back of my throat. His manhood began to pulse, and with no warning, he filled my mouth with his seeds.

“Shit, I wasn’t expecting you to suck my shit like that,” he said, breathing heavily.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Hell yeah, it’s a compliment. Now, let me return the favor.”

He got on his knees in front of me, put my legs on his shoulders, and ate my pussy like his life depended on it. What a way to start the day!

“What do you want to do for the next five days?” I asked while we ate brunch by the pool.

After our shower sex, we bathed and had food delivered to our villa.

“Honestly, I didn’t plan to leave this villa. The only thing I want to do is get to know my wife.”

“After last night and this morning, you don’t think you know me?”

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