Page 90 of Connected By Love
“Come here, Mrs. Montgomery.” I grin as Travis pulls me into his arms on the dance floor. He hasn’t called me by my first name all night. I think Mrs. Montgomery is his new favorite word. He lost his jacket and bowtie hours ago, and his white shirt rolled up to his elbows with an open collar, has been teasing me all night.
We start slow dancing to music that only we can hear. “Today was perfect. I can’t believe I have a husband,” I smile against his chest.
“I can’t believe I have a wife.” His hands skim down my back before they rest on my behind. “This dress has been driving me crazy all night. You look so damn sexy in it.”
“I could say the same about you in this tux. My husband is hot.”
“Mmmmm. I love it when you call me your husband and that you think I’m hot. I think it’s time for me to take my wife tobed. I don’t think I can go another second longer without being inside you.”
He swoops me up in his arms and my laugh is quickly silenced by his lips on mine. I throw my arms around his neck and weave my fingers into his hair. Walking us through the house, we head to our bedroom, and I’m greeted with flower petals all over the bed and candles lit around the room.
“Again, where do you find the time to do these things?”
“I have my ways.” He grins and sets me down. His eyes take me in as the candlelight casts a warm glow. Moving behind me, his hands release the buttons one by one until my dress falls to the floor, leaving me in a white strapless corset and thong. Lace covers most of it, leaving little to the imagination. I pull the pins out of my hair, causing it to cascade down my back.
“Fuck, you’re a vision,” he rasps out.
I unbutton his shirt and run my hands over his hard chest. Tattoos swirling in a mix of black and greys, weaving in and around his arms and chest. I run my fingers over the one he got for me as I place my hand over his heart. It beats rapidly under my palm, his eyes never leaving mine. He removes the rest of his shirt and turns me around, sweeping my hair to the side as he traces the tattoo we now match.
“Hands on the bed, wildcat. I want to taste my wife.” His voice is low and dangerously sexy. My body instantly responds to his words as desire pools between my legs. Placing my hands on the bed, I hear him behind me as he removes the rest of his clothing and kneels to the floor. My thong slides down my legs in an agonizing, slow movement. The anticipation only adds to my desire as heat floods my body, ready for that first touch.
I feel his warm breath first as his tongue takes a long, slow lick through my arousal. His deep growl of satisfaction vibratesthrough my center. I’m practically panting on the bed and trembling from being so turned on in this moment.
“My wife tastes so fucking good. I’m the luckiest man alive to be able to have this pussy as mine.” His hands roam up and squeeze my ass hard as his tongue dives deep. A loud moan escapes my mouth as he devours me, enjoying every minute of it. Every moan from his lips vibrates against me, sending shock waves down my body until it’s too much, and I explode around him.
I muffle my cry with a pillow as wave after wave of pleasure shoots to every part of my body. He keeps sucking and biting my sensitive spots sending my orgasm into overdrive. I’m a trembling mess when he’s finally done, and I can barely register my surroundings around me.
“Mmmmm. So fucking good.” He repeats, standing and placing kisses along my back. I feel him hard against me as he pulls me back up to him and starts to remove the corset. When it hits the floor, I turn around and drop to my knees.
“It’s my turn to taste my husband.” I swipe my tongue across his tip, and he throws back his head. His neck muscles strain as his fingers tighten in my hair. It’s like looking at a fucking god in front of me. Every part of him is perfection. I take him deep to the back of my throat before working him with my mouth in a rhythm that I know drives him mad with need.
“Fuck, Soph,” he barely gets the words out as he fights to hold it together a little bit longer. When I start to increase my pace, he pulls me off him and backs me up to the bed. “I need to be inside my wife tonight.” The words come out more like a growl before he throws back the covers and sits up against the headboard. His hard length is glistening from my mouth and so ready for me as I watch more cum leak out. “Come sit where you belong.” His hand strokes himself as his grey eyes rage with desire.
I get on the bed, and in one motion, I’m straddling him and sliding down until he’s fully seated inside me. His hands dive into my hair, and his tongue invades my mouth, searching for mine. I taste my arousal still on his tongue and moan against his lips. He pulls my hair, exposing my neck as he moves to set his teeth on my skin, sucking hard. I’ve become used to him wanting to mark me, and a big part of me loves wearing his marks just as much as I love seeing mine on him.
His strong hands grip my hips as he pulls me down harder and deeper on him. I see his black wedding band against my skin, and he catches me looking at it. “I’m yours, wildcat. This ring will never come off.” His eyes burn into mine. “Now ride the fuck out of what belongs to you.”
Reaching behind his head, I grip the headboard and give us exactly what we both want. His hands find my breast and squeeze hard as I move down on him faster and harder. Pressure starts to build in my core. “Travis…”
“I know, baby. I’m right there with you. Cum for me.” My body obeys as my orgasm tears through me. He lifts me up again before bringing me back down on him, releasing inside of me. His lips crash to mine and stifle my cry as we ride out the waves that consume us. I feel out of my body as I feel him pulse inside me, my body clenching tightly around him as if it never wants to let go.
We are both panting hard and drenched in sweat as I lean against him. His arms come around me, holding me tight against him. “Married sex is fucking unbelievable,” he whispers against my hair.
“Yes, it is,” I giggle against him.
“I love you, Mrs. Montgomery.”
“I love you too,” I softly say. “I really want a shower,” I mumble against his chest. “This wedding makeup needs to come off, but I’m too tiredto move.”
“I’ve got you babe.” He lifts me off of him before standing and scooping me up in his arms again.
“We can’t go out there naked. What if your parents come downstairs?”
“They went to bed hours ago with Max, and Jake and Savi are still out. We have the place to ourselves down here.” He opens the doors and walks down the hall naked like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Shutting the door behind us, he grins. “See. We made it safe and sound.”
He sets me down on the tile before turning on the shower and pulling me in with him. He washes my hair and every inch of my body before I take my turn with him. “Again?” I see he’s gotten hard, and I raise my eyebrows at him, holding back a smile.
“You’re naked in the shower. I would have to be blind not to get hard with you next to me. Ignore it. I know you’re tired.”
