Page 118 of Unleashed

"You trust me?" His gaze softened for a moment.

"Of course."

"Then suck."

I opened my mouth, taking him in, running my tongue over the smooth head. His scent—intoxicating, masculine—made my core ache for him. I wanted to taste him, to please him, but he suddenly pulled back, leaving me breathless.

"Not so fast," he groaned, his cock twitching in his hand. "If you go too fast, I’ll come."

"I want you to," I teased, licking my lips, eager for more.

He shook his head. "This is our first time as husband and wife. I want to remember every second of this."

His words melted my heart. "Slade..." I sighed, giving in to his wishes.

"Please, Morgan. Slow," he begged, his eyes filled with desire and love.

I took him back into my mouth, this time slow and steady, savoring the weight of him on my tongue. His breaths grew ragged, his hands fisting the sheets. After several minutes, hisbody trembled, and I felt the familiar tightening, the prelude to his release.

He groaned, low and guttural, spilling into my mouth in thick, hot waves. It was more than usual, and I gagged, trying to keep up. Sensing my struggle, Slade backed off, the rest of his release spilling over my neck and chest.

"Shit, I’m sorry," he said, his voice tight with regret. "That was stupid."

I wiped my mouth, laughing softly. "Stop it. It’s fine." I cupped my hands to catch the rest of him and padded to the bathroom to clean up.

Slade followed me, his face a mask of worry. "I just wanted to try something new. Don’t be mad."

"For heaven’s sake, Slade," I said, running the washcloth under warm water. "It’s not a big deal."

He exhaled in relief. "I didn’t expect to...you know, come that much."

I turned to him, wiping myself down before cupping his cheek with my free hand. "Maybe next time, don’t wait a week."

His eyebrows shot up. "How did you know?"

"Because you practically flooded me. I was choking on it."

He let out a low laugh. "So, you’d try it again?"

I smiled, leaning up to kiss him. "I’m game for anything within reason. Just stop beating yourself up, okay?"

He relaxed, taking the washcloth from me to clean himself. Together, we headed back to bed, where the night resumed with far less drama. Slade made love to me slowly, reverently, and for the rest of the night, I forgot about everything but him.

The next morning, I had to nudge my new husband awake to catch our flight to Maui. "Slade, it’s already 8:30. We’re going to miss the plane."

He groaned, pulling me back against him. "Let’s change the flight," he mumbled into my hair.

"No," I said, smiling. "I’ve waited too long for Maui."

"But there’s a flight at 6:57 p.m.," he said, checking his phone. "We could sleep the whole day."

"Get up," I said, laughing as I wriggled out of his grip.

He grabbed me again, holding me tight. "I just want to stay here with my wife."

"They have huge beds in Maui. You can stay with me there," I teased. "Please, baby?"

His grip loosened. "Okay, okay. You’ve convinced me." He let me go, and I slipped out of bed, heading for the shower. Tomorrow was Maui, but today? Today was still ours.

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