Page 77 of Whispers of My Skin

For fuck’s sake, what’s the male equivalent of a prick tease? A pussy tease?

Thanks to Joel, I couldn’t concentrate on anything, I couldn’t even read the fucking menu. Our date had turned into pure erotic torture for me.

By the time we finished our meal, which I barely tasted, I was more than ready to leave. I was desperately craving him, to the point where I wanted him to throw me over his shoulder and take me home. Yet he seemed so calm, so relaxed, while I was practically dying with need right there in the fucking restaurant.

After our meal, we walked along the cobblestone sidewalk, and as we were about to go up the steps to cross the stone bridge, Joel pulled me to him and kissed me long and hard.

As the world around us disappeared, the only thing I could think of was his hands in my hair, his erection pressing into my belly, his tongue dancing with mine.

“Get a room!” somebody shouted, followed by wolf whistles.

We smiled, resting our foreheads together, our lips barely separated.

“Just marry the girl,” a man called out.

“I already did,” my husband shouted back, earning us more claps and whistles.

“Smart guy,” the man yelled.

“I’m trying to be,” my husband whispered to me.

“Let’s just go home,” I pleaded. Joel didn’t argue, he just took my hand and hurriedly led us back to his truck.

“Fuck, I can’t wait. We’re not going to make it back home,” Joel groaned, resting his head against wheel once we were sat in his truck.

“What are you talking about? What’s the problem?” I asked worriedly.

He said nothing, he just placed my hand on the huge protrusion fighting against the fabric of his denim pants. So it turned out he wasn’t as unaffected as he’d made out. He was just as desperately turned on as I was.

“We need to find a room… now!”

Fifteen minutes later, he was slamming the door of a hotel room behind us. We tore our clothes off as he forced me up against the wooden door, while I wrapped my legs around his waist and clung to him. We were barely inside the room before we were both naked and fucking like animals. No tenderness, just pure, unadulterated raw passion. And I loved every fucking second of it.

So. Fucking. Good.

Despite our passionate session, I couldn’t sleep. Joel was lying on his stomach sleeping, and I was very tempted to wake him, but he’d been working so hard these last few days that I let him be. At least for a while.

I walked to the window to distract myself with the gorgeous view; thinking about having a real honeymoon, and how nice it would be to stay in a luxurious room looking out onto beautiful scenery...

“Babe, what are you doing?” Joel asked, coming closer to me, pressing his hard, strong—and naked—body against mine.

“Thinking...” I sighed

“About?”

“About this room, and the beautiful view we’ve wasted because we were too focused on each other to pay attention to anything else. I was thinking how nice it would be to escape for a couple of days, just you and me.”

“Well, baby, we still have the rest of the night to enjoy the room,” he murmured, kissing my shoulder, while his hands slid lower and lower, touching me between my thighs, finding me wet and ready for him.

Forcing my legs apart as he stood behind me, he slid his thick long erection inside me, while I braced myself against the cold window glass.

“Whatever you want from me, you can have it, baby. Just keep those gorgeous legs of yours open for me and enjoy the view.”

But I couldn’t concentrate on anything outside our little bubble; I just wanted to embrace the feeling.

The feeling of my husband making love to me.

Why is it so warm here? I’m getting bothered just thinking about our little tryst yesterday… Phew, I need to open the window.

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