Page 48 of The Accidental Honeymoon

I grip his shoulders. “I want you, Jay. I need you inside me.”

“My cock is so hard just thinking about your wet pussy,”he growls. The raw need in his voice sends a shiver down my spine.

I slide my hands up his chest, feeling the tension in his muscles. Slowly, teasingly, I pull his shirt over his head. He seizes the moment to kiss my neck, each brush of his lips spark that makes me gasp and clutch at him. I yank at his belt and then his pants, pushing them down as he kicks them off.

Just as he tries to push down my panties, I twist away, laughing, turning it into a playful wrestling match. He grabs my waist. I wriggle free, then he catches my wrist. He turns it over, peering at my tattoo

“I love my namesake etched into your skin, Calla. I like knowing that it’s there forever.”

I give a throaty laugh as he pulls me back into his chest. We breathe heavily then tumble across the bed. Our hands explore as our lips steal quick, passionate kisses.

Jay’s eyes are wild with desire as he lets me pin him down, my hands on his wrists. His skin is feverish to the touch. The pretend-battle really turned him on. I can feel his hardness pressing against me. He could easily flip me over and take control. But he surrenders, letting me ‘win’. I sit up, straddling him, and grind my hips against his in slow, torturous movements, feeling the power surge through me. His hard length presses against my center, sending a jolt of desire straight through me. I move my hips in slow, deliberate circles, dry humping him with just enough pressure to drive us both mad. My hands run over his chest, tracing the lines of his abs and the contours of his pecs, committing every detail to memory.

"Jay," I whisper, leaning down so my lips are just a breath away from his. "My pussy is already wet and readyfor you." I pause, letting the words hang in the air, watching his reaction.

His eyes close for a moment, his jaw tightening as he struggles to keep control. When he opens them again, they're burning with an intensity that makes my heart race.

"Where do you want to be touched first?" I ask, my voice a seductive purr.

Instead of answering, he lets out a low growl. His hands shoot up to my waist. For a split second, I think he's going to pull me down and thrust up into me, taking what I've offered.

But he surprises me by flipping me over in a swift, fluid movement. He hovers above me, his breath hot on my face. I brace myself for the onslaught of kisses.

He starts with my lips, capturing them in a passionate, lingering kiss that leaves me dizzy. Then he trails down to my neck, planting soft, tantalizing pecks that make me gasp and clutch at his shoulders. My skin tingles with anticipation as his lips move lower, kissing my collarbone, then each breast in turn. I arch my back, offering myself to him. He takes his time, sucking and nibbling with a mix of tenderness and roughness that's almost too much to bear.

My hands tangle in his hair as he kisses down my ribs and across my stomach, each touch setting my nerves on fire. I can feel my panties growing damp, my body aching for him. He bites the waistband, then tears the fragile fabric with a swift yank. The cool air on my most intimate parts is a shocking contrast to the heat of his breath as he kisses his way around my inner thighs, my slit, everywhere but my slick channel and aching clit.

I whimper with need, lifting my hips to meet his mouth, but he holds me down, torturing me with his teasing.

He edges me with excruciating precision, each kiss andlick a calculated move in his game of control. My body is a live wire, every nerve ending sparking with a mix of pleasure and pain. I whimper, my hands clutching the sheets, my hips rising to meet his mouth in a desperate plea for more. Just when I think I can't take the teasing any longer, he slides two thick fingers into my pussy, stretching me, filling me. His lips close around my clit with a possessive suck.

A bolt of electricity shoots through me. I come undone, the orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. I call out his name, my voice raw and unrestrained. My hips buck and rock against his hand and mouth. The pleasure is so intense that it borders on agony, every muscle in my body tensing and releasing in a rhythm I can't control.

My vision blurs. My mind is a hazy swirl of sensations. I feel my wetness coating his fingers, his hand, and dripping down to the bed. He doesn't relent, flicking his tongue at my clit in a relentless pace. His fingers curl inside me, hitting that perfect spot again and again, catching me in the aftershocks. Each one a mini-explosion that sends me spiraling deeper into bliss.

As my orgasm wanes, I expect him to pause, to give me a moment to catch my breath. But he doesn't stop licking my clit or flexing his fingers inside my passage. The overstimulation makes me squirm, my body twitching with sensitivity. I try to pull away, but he's unyielding.

"It's too intense," I manage to gasp, my voice trembling.

He looks up at me, his eyes dark and determined. "I'm going to make you come again," he says, his voice a low, seductive promise. "I want you to let me, little wife.”

His husky whisper makes my pussy quiver and a fresh wave of wetness floods his hand.

The thought of another orgasm is both terrifyingand tantalizing. I'm not sure I can handle another one so soon after the first. But the idea of his mouth and hands working me to another peak is too tempting to resist.

"Yes," I breathe, "but be gentle."

He grins wickedly and returns to his task with a devotion that makes my heart race. He doggedly sucks my clit, his tongue and lips creating a maddening friction. A third finger pushes into my tight pussy, stretching me further. I gasp at the intrusion. It's uncomfortable at first. But he moves with such skill that the discomfort quickly melts into a building pleasure.

I bite my lip, trying to stifle the cries that threaten to escape as his fingers work their magic. The sensations build and build, a tight coil of pleasure in my core that's ready to explode. I grind against his face, my movements growing more frantic, more desperate. "Please, Jay. Make me come. Ineedit."

He doesn't say a word. His focus is unbroken as he maintains the perfect rhythm. His tongue swirls around my clit, his fingers pump and twist inside me. My body takes over, moving of its own accord. The pressure is unbearable, the pleasure is excruciating. I feel myself teetering on the edge. With a final, helpless thrust of my hips, the orgasm rips through me, violent and all-consuming.

I scream his name, my hands flying to his head to hold him in place as I ride the waves of ecstasy. My entire body convulses. Each spasm sends another jolt of pleasure through me. It feels like it will never end, like I'm caught in an endless loop of bliss. My vision whites out. My hearing dims. Time loses meaning as I float in this state of pure sensation.

When I finally come back to myself, I'm panting and drenched in sweat. My limbs are heavy and useless. He’sstill between my legs, his breath warm on my over-sensitive skin, his fingers resting inside me. He’s been so patient, so thorough. I can tell he’s proud of what he’s accomplished.

I would be too, in his position.

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