Page 111 of Family Bonds: Coy & Angel

“Hubby,” she said. “I don’t want to be teased. I want you to make me come now.”

“I don’t know what came over you, but I love it.”

“You like me talking like this?” she asked.

“I do. I hope you do it more than just in our honeymoon suite,” he said.

“I hope I do too. I think the atmosphere is making me more outgoing.”

“Then think of this going forward,” he said, moving down her belly, stopping for a few kisses, and then landing on his target between her legs.

He was going to make her scream out his name.

“I can’t think of anything right now,” she said. “Stop talking.”

He smiled and got back to work. His hands were massaging her inner thighs, his mouth tasting her the same as she did him.

Softly at first. Building her up, then applying more pressure.

He latched onto her swollen bud, feasted on it as if it was the only meal he’d have the rest of his life, and never wanted it to end.

It was all he did and had her squirming on the bed, him almost pinning her down so he could continue.

Then her body froze and she started to squeak out a bunch of syllables that made no sense.

“Coy,” she said. “Don’t stop.”

He wouldn’t. Ever.

But she finally grabbed his head and pulled him away. “You told me not to stop,” he said.

“I can’t take anymore,” she said. “I need to catch my breath. Good lord you are so good at that.”

He smiled and moved up the bed, his hands on the sides of her shoulders, nudged her legs apart, and settled between her thighs but didn’t enter her. He just wanted to lie there, their bodies touching.

She wouldn’t let him though. Her hips started to lift.

“I thought you needed a break.”

“I got it. Now I need you inside of me,” she said.

He found her opening and easily slid in, the two of them moving as if they were one.

Nothing was fast and frantic.

It was more smooth and slow like their first song on the dance floor as a married couple.

He got on his forearms, his eyes searching hers, the two of them locked in the same gaze as they’d held most of the day.

“I love you so much,” she said.

“I love you too,” he said. “More than I thought it was possible to love any woman. I just want to make you happy.”

She smiled. “Keep me like this and there will never be a bad day.”

Coy laughed and lowered his mouth to hers, their kiss deep, their tongues moving with the rhythm of their bodies until both of them were spent and he collapsed on her, rolled and held her tight until he heard her sleeping on his chest.

This was what a wedding day should be!

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