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Chapter Thirteen

Chase

“Chase, baby, need you inside. I’m gonna come again,” her voice sounds almost pained. I like that more than I’ll ever admit. Knowing my woman needs my cock in her, there’s something that digs deep into the roots of my manhood. Like a calling that only I can fill.

I push her up the bed and bring her knees up high and wide. “Does my wife need my cock?”

She moans and her head flies from side to side. “Chase…” she pleads and it’s the prettiest sound in the world.

“Say it. Say you need your husband’s cock. Tell me how hard you want me to take you.” I growl and press just the tip of my dick to her clit, rolling my hips to give it a nice twirl.

She gasps and lifts her hips for more. “I want…” she loses momentum, focusing on my dick pressing against her clit.

“Oh no you don’t,” I chastise then place just the crown of my cock into the tight heat of her pussy. “Tell me what you want. I need to hear it.”

“I-I want my husband to make love to me.”

Those words, though they aren’t what I asked her to say, they are far more honest than I could have hoped for. I push her legs back farther, into her chest toward her underarms, holding her behind the knees, center my cock and enter her very slowly. The walls of her pussy cling to my dick as I glide in. When I’m balls deep, I stir my hips and her eyes fly open meeting mine. They are greener than the rolling hills of our Bantry estate.

Pulling back, I come almost all the way out of her. She closes her eyes in bliss then opens them again, her mouth opens on a gasp when I slam home. This, making love to my wife, this is our home. When we’re joined it doesn’t matter where we are because as long as it’s the two of us, we’ll always be in the right place.

“I love you, Gillian Davis,” I say closing my eyes and hammering into her over and over. She takes it. Hard. Soft. She always allows me to set the pace and take love from her body any way I need it.

I grip her legs and pull them around my waist then lift her up. She hooks her feet behind my back, and I hold her around the back of her neck cupping her head so that I can kiss and plunge my tongue deep into her mouth. She moans, probably tasting herself. That always drives her lust to another height. Removing my hand from her head I grip her waist. The other arm I curl up her back and cup her shoulder, clamping her to me in an upright, seated position. She’s hung up on my cock, and when I heft her up and slam her back down she cries out, her pussy clamping around my cock like a vice.

“Fuck,” she swears and that riles me up even more. My wife rarely swears and hearing it come out of her mouth means she’s losing control, she’s becoming lost in us. Exactly what I want.

I slide her up my cock, then lift my hips at the same time I haul her down on me.

“So hard,” she gasps. “So full…I can’t,” she clings to my shoulders, and I lean her back a bit, clamping my mouth around her turgid nipple and biting down. Her pussy becomes impossibly wetter gushing as I suck long and hard from her sweet tip. “Chase,” she warns with a little mewl, her body shaking with the effort to find release.

I lean her back down on the bed and cover her body with mine. Intertwining our fingers together next to her head as I thrust deep with my cock and my tongue.

When I pull back her eyes are open, glazed and teary. “My Chase, my love, my husband.” A tear slips down her cheek and I kiss it away, loving the taste of her happiness.

“My Gillian, my love, my wife,” I repeat her words only geared toward her, clench her fingers tight, and with everything I have, I take my woman and myself over the edge in slow even thrusts. It wasn’t hard and fast, like I thought we needed; no, it was slow and beautiful. Making love to my wife on our wedding night was the single best sexual experience of my life. And I told her so.

Once I clean her up, I hand her a silk, cream-colored nightgown that comes to the middle of her thighs and a robe I have hanging on a rack in the corner of the tent. I slide on a pair of matching pajama pants.

“Matching?” she says with a hint of a smug smile. She’s figured out that I like us looking united in all things, even if it’s bed clothing.

“Got a problem with that?” I quirk my eyebrows up into a point. The one that dares her to say anything more about it.

She shakes her head. “Nope, I like it.” She pulls on the nightie and robe then comes over and gives me a hug. “You realize you just rocked my world right?”

I lick my lips still tasting her on my tongue. “Plan to for the rest of your life, baby.”

She graces me with her sweet smile and then walks over to the cake. “Want to cut the cake and have more champagne in bed?” Her eyes light up as if she’s just seen the eighth wonder of the world.

“Absolutely.”

Sitting next to the stereo I spy the camera. I grab it up and take a picture of our wedding cake knowing this is something she’ll want to capture. Then I turn it on her and take a bunch of pictures.

“Chase!” she scolds and stomps her little foot. “I’ve got sex hair!”

I look around the camera, “I know,” I grin and hold it back up to her stunningly gorgeous face. She’s backlit by the ocean behind her. That red hair of hers is indeed looking very mussed and extremely sexy. Finally, she lets out a breath, looks at me and smirks. That’s the picture I’ll be printing and putting on my desk back at Davis Industries. I want to see that look on her face every day.

“Okay, so traditionally, we cut the cake together, then serve it to one another.”

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