Page 106 of Moonlight & Matrimony
Luca
? Movement - Hozier
When we walk into the dimly lit guest house, there’s a trail of rose petals leading to the bedroom. “Fuckin’ Jax,” I mutter with a shake of my head.
“I’m not sure if it’s sweet or repulsive that Jax seems so invested in getting me laid.”
“Let’s not think about it too hard.”
“Mmmm. Speaking of hard.” She reaches out and strokes her palm over my jeans, squeezing my cock. “Someone was talking a big game earlier. You gonna put up or shut up?”
“Brat.” I snag her by the wrist and back her up against the wall, keeping her hand above her head. I shove my knee between her legs, parting her thighs. She lets out a breathy sigh as my nose brushes hers. I bring my other hand up to grasp her neck, keeping her pinned to the wall. “You want this, Trouble?” I say, thrusting my hips into the apex of her thighs. Heated hazel eyes pierce through me as she wraps a leg around my hips. “Yes,” she says, her voice thick with need.
“Say please.” Ivy groans in frustration as I skate a hand up her side and over the swell of one breast. Her chest rises and falls with her rapid breaths. I coast my lips along her chin down to her collarbone, keeping my touch featherlight and teasing.
“Please,” she pleads, her nipples peeking out from beneath her tight fitted tee.
“That’s my girl.” I crash my mouth down on hers, tasting her, devouring her. Ivy grinds her hips against me, seeking more friction, but I have bigger plans for my wife. Releasing her from my hold, I tug her down the narrow hallway to the bedroom, following the trail of rose petals. Setting her at the foot of the bed, I waste no time peeling off every layer of clothing until she’s completely bared to me. Ivy reaches for my belt buckle, but I stop her. “No. On the bed.”
“Bossy.”
“Mmm. You have no fucking idea.” I guide her back until her knees hit the bed, then lay her down flat. “Crawl to the top, then wait for me.” Once she’s in position, I walk over to the closet, coming back with a familiar unmarked box.
Ivy’s jaw goes slack as she watches me with rapt attention. “You didn’t…”
“I did.” Setting the box down on the bed, I peel open the top and pull out several items. “Say red if you want me to stop at any point. This is as much for you as it is for me, but I want your words. Got it?”
“Yes. Fuck yes,” she breathes.
I grab hold of her right leg, securing it to the bedpost with one of her straps. I continue with the left and then both arms until my girl is spread out like a fucking feast. “You good?”
“So good,” she says, her breaths coming out in pants.
“Are you sure? I need you and the baby to be okay.”The baby.It still doesn’t seem real.
“We’re okay, baby. I need you.”
There’s a deeper meaning to her words this time, and it sends a jolt of electricity through me. Ivy licks her lips as I start to undress. My cock is rock hard against my jeans, begging for release. Once I’m fully naked, I stalk towards the bed with purpose. I trail my fingertips from her ankle all the way up her thighs, the touch causing goosebumps to form along her silky smooth skin. As much as I love teasing her, I need to be inside her more. “You’re so goddamn sexy like this. Made for me.”
Her scars have faded, but they're still there, a testament to her resilience. My beautiful, strong wife. It only makes me love her more. I lay on my stomach between her spread thighs, laying kisses along her flesh until I reach her soaked center. “Mmmm. Look at you. All wet and ready for me. Been dreaming of this sweet cunt.”
“So much talking,” she teases. I reach up a hand and pinch her nipple, eliciting a gasp.
“Don’t be a brat.” My mouth finds her clit and I moan. Her taste is better than I remember, and it’s everything I’ve been missing. I slide my tongue down to her entrance, spearing into her as she writhes in pleasure. While one hand toys with her nipple, I bring the other down to her pussy, entering her with two thick fingers, making her gasp.
“You like that, Trouble? Gonna come for me like a good little slut?”
She doesn’t speak as sounds of pure ecstasy fill the air. She’s close — I can feel her starting to clench around me. I work her g-spot, urging her to chase her release. “Luca. Oh god,” she cries, standing on the precipice. Just as she’s about to come, I pull away.
“God’s not here. Only me. And you’ll come when I say you can.”
Ivy’s fists clench, her face slick with sweat as she stares daggers at me. I chuckle. “You’re sexy as fuck when you’re mad.”
“Just wait until I get my fucking hands on you, Luca Everett Roberts.”
“You did not just full name me while I hold the power to keep you on the brink of orgasm for as long as I want.”
“Fuuuuuck,” she groans in frustration. I take that moment to grab the purple bullet vibrator I snagged from the box earlier. It’s small but mighty. When I switch it on, Ivy’s eyes snap open. I stroke my cock with one hand, spreading the pre-cum along my shaft as I drag the top of the vibrator along one peaked nipple.
