Page 50 of The Accidental Honeymoon

His breathing is ragged now, his eyes half-lidded with need. "Calla," he pleads.

"Shh," I cut him off before he can voice his complaints. I place a finger on his lips. "Let me enjoy this. You had your turn."

I kiss my way down his throat, each peck sending a shiver through his body. I take my time, moving to his collarbone, then to his pecs where I flick my tongue over his nipples. He gasps and bites his lip, tilting his head back in surrender.

I continue my descent, kissing each ridge of his abs, savoring the taste of his sweat and skin. When I reach his waistband, I pause and look up at him.

His eyes are closed, his face a mask of concentration.

Emboldened, I hook my fingers into the waistband of his boxers. Moving ever so slowly, I peel them down, freeing his cock. It springs up with an eager bounce, looking even more impressive than I’d remembered. Thick and veiny, it’s a testament to how excited he is. I straddle him again, intentionally letting it rest against my soaking-wet slit. Not penetrating. Just teasing. His hips thrust upward, but I put my hands on his chest and hold him down. The tension between us builds as I kiss him. It’s a coiled spring ready to explode.

Our bodies move together, grinding, creating a friction that's almost unbearable. I move down from his lips to tease him, letting my tongue flick and swirl around the head of his cock, tasting the pre-cum that's already leaking out. His whole body tenses with each of my delicate touches. He mutters curses under his breath as I take my time. Every little movement I make sends a jolt through him. I can see the strain in his face as he tries to hold back.

Finally, I look up at him and say, "Show me how you want it, husband."

Jay’s eyes snap open, dark and hungry. I can see theconflict in them. He wants to seize control, but he also loves being at my mercy. He tilts his hips up slightly, guiding me with his body as I take him into my mouth. His hands, still tied, flex and clench as he fights the urge to grab my head and force me down.

"Go slow, wife. If you go too fast, I won't last. I'm too fucking excited."

His raw need sends a thrill through me. I love that he's this worked up, that he wants me this badly. I start with a gentle suction, my lips and tongue working in unison as I take him deeper. Then I pull back. His hips twitch and he lets out a strangled moan.

"I want to last for you, Lily," he says, his voice cracking. "I want this to go on longer than a minute. I’m trying to resist."

His honesty is disarming. It makes me want to blow his fucking mind.

I close my mouth around him again and start to bob my head, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each stroke takes him a little deeper. I can feel his cock throbbing with each pass.

He groans in pleasure, his body responding uncontrollably to my movements. "Fuck, Calla. Your mouth... it feels so good. I've been fantasizing about this for so damn long."

His words spur me on. I take him as deep as I can, stretching my lips to accommodate his girth. I move up slowly, letting my tongue trace the underside of his cock, then plunge down again.

"You're such a good little wife," he whispers. “You know just how to suck my cock, baby.”

I feel a rush of heat at his praise. I quicken my pace, taking him deeper and faster, my hand joining in to twist and stroke in sync with my mouth. His breathing becomeserratic, and he starts to thrust his hips in time with my movements.

I can taste him more intensely now, the saltiness of his skin mixed with the musky flavor of his arousal. His cock is hard as steel. I can feel every vein and contour as it slides in and out of my mouth. He moans louder, his body tensing as he nears the edge.

"Fuck, Calla," he growls. "I'm going to fill your fucking throat with cum. You'd better be ready to take all of it."

Who had any idea that Jay would talk so dirty?His cock twitches. He’s on the brink. I cup his balls, gently rolling them in my hand. That's all it takes to push him over the edge.

His whole body convulses as he lets out a guttural moan. Hot spurts of cum shoot into my mouth, each one a burst of his essence. It’s salty and earthy, the pure taste of him. His orgasm seems to go on forever. Each wave is as intense as the last. I do my best to hold every drop, my cheeks bulging with his release.

I glance up to see his face. His eyes are squeezed shut; his mouth open in a silent cry. His hands are white-knuckled around the makeshift bonds. I can feel the heat radiating off him, see the sweat sheening his skin. His chest heaves with each ragged breath and his cock pulses with the last dregs of his climax. I wait until he opens his eyes to let his cum slide down my throat in one large gulp. Then I lick my lips and take him back into my mouth, cleaning him with gentle strokes of my tongue. He flinches at the sensitivity, but doesn’t pull away. He’s letting me love him in my own way, watching me as I finish my task with a reverent care.

"That was amazing," he whispers. "I love the way youtouch me." His eyes meet mine. I can see the gratitude and adoration in them.

I crawl up his body. Our skin sticks together as I kiss him softly. He tastes like me, like us, a heady mix of sweat and sex. His kiss is soft, almost tender, a stark contrast to the raw passion we just shared.

I reach above his head and start to untie the dress shirt. I work slowly, not in any hurry to release him from this moment, but the fabric eventually loosens and he rubs his wrists. Then he stretches his arms to me.

We kiss again, deeper this time. Our lips and tongues move in a languid dance. There's no rush, no urgent need to take things further. It's a kiss that speaks of contentment. His hands find my waist, then my back, pulling me closer as if he doesn't want to let go.

I break the kiss and rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart. He strokes my hair, my back, his touch soothing and affectionate. He shifts. I roll to the side, expecting him to get up, but instead he turns to face me. He traces lines on my arm, my shoulder, then my cheek. "You're incredible.” I can see the sincerity in his eyes.

I touch his face, running my fingers through his stubble. "You're not so bad yourself," I say, trying to keep the mood light. But I know he can see the deeper meaning in my eyes. This is more than just physical.

There's a connection growing between us. One that I'm not sure I'm ready for.

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