Page 49 of The Accidental Honeymoon

He doesn’t ever fully stop. His touches are gentle but unceasing, keeping me in a state of heightened arousal. I’m pretty sure that he’s about to go for round three. The thought makes my heart race with a mix of panic and desire. I imagine another prolonged session, the intensity of it all.

I know I can't take much more.

"Jay," I whisper. I reach down and gently pull him away. He looks up with questioning eyes, his lips and face glistening with my juices. I tug him up to meet my lips.

Has there ever been anything hotter than tasting myself on his tongue?

When I pull back, my chest is heaving. "I've never had multiple orgasms with another person before. Only with my vibrator."

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and grins. He was deadly serious before. Now a playful light returns to his eyes. "So I'm as good as your toys?" There's a note of genuine curiosity in his teasing as if my answer really matters to him.

He has to already know that he’s a fucking sex god.

I kiss him again, slowly, letting him feel how much I mean it. "You're so much better."

I see the pride and relief in his face. This isn't just about physical pleasure for him; it seems like it's about trust and intimacy.

We lie tangled in each other, our breathing slowly returning to normal. His hands caress my back and sides. Not with the urgency of before, but with a tenderaffection. I stroke his hair and trace the lines of his jaw. I’m committing these softer moments to memory.

Storing them away for later, when I’m alone again.

"Jay," I say, breaking the silence. He looks at me, his blue eyes soft and warm. "Thank you."

He cocks his head. A small, confused smile is on his lips. "For what?"

"For being patient. For making me feel this good." I pause, choosing my words carefully. "I’ve never been with anyone who cared so much about my pleasure."

“It’s….” He searches for a word. “Exquisite.”

My cheeks heat. “I wouldn’t go that far.”

“Really? I would. I just watched you come. It was fucking amazing.” He brushes a strand of hair from my face and kisses my forehead. "I want this to be good for both of us, Lily. We're in this together, remember?"

His words ground me, reminding me of our peculiar arrangement. We're supposed to be playing a part, but every touch, every kiss, feels disarmingly real. How did we get here so quickly?

I let him savor the moment of stillness, then slowly reach for a crumpled dress shirt on the floor. He watches me with a mix of curiosity and hunger. I straddle his hips and lean forward, tying his hands together with the shirt. The fabric twists and knots easily. I make sure it's tight enough to hold but not to hurt.

His chest rises and falls quickly, anticipation evident in every breath.

I run a finger down the center of his chest, tracing a line to his navel.

"What do you want, Jay?" I let my lips hover close to his, just out of reach. I’m enjoying the power I have over him. "Do you want me to ride your cock? Or would you prefer if I sucked your dick?"

He closes his eyes for a moment, as if the choice is too deliciously painful to contemplate. "Wife… I'm going to need more latitude to move the first time my cock enters your pussy. Now if you want to untie me?—"

I shake my head slowly, letting a wicked smile spread across my face. "Not yet."

I shift my weight, grinding my wetness against the hard length that strains against his boxers. His body tenses, and a low growl escapes his throat. I capture his lips in a deep, probing kiss, tasting the remnants of my own flavor on him.

I take back what I said before. This is actually hotter than anything I’ve ever experienced.Being on top of him, grinding against his cock, tasting a hint of my own pleasure when I kiss him. It might be heaven.

He strains against the makeshift bonds. I break the kiss and look into his eyes, which are dark with lust. "You like this, don't you?" I whisper. "Being at my mercy?"

He doesn't answer. But the way he tries to thrust up into me tells me all I need to know. I kiss him again, more fiercely this time. His mouth opens to mine, our tongues wrestling for dominance. My hands explore his chest, his shoulders, feeling the tension in his muscles as he fights against his desire to take control.

I sit back, breaking our kiss, and run my hands down his stomach. The way his abs contract at my touch is breathtaking.

"Your cock is so hard." I grind my hips in a slow, torturous circle. "I can feel how badly you want me. Are you imagining how it would feel to fuck me right now?"

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