Page 45 of Wedding Games
‘Now, Rory.’
She lifted her skirts and spread her legs.
He moved between them, gripping the base of his cock as he stared at her.
‘Zoe.’ He said her name as if the two syllables contained his entire being and the whole of creation. She was his everything.
She crooked her finger. ‘Come on, husband,’ she said, beckoning him closer. ‘Time to consummate this marriage.’
This was it. They were now married. Love rushed through him as he settled between her legs, his cock nudging her entrance.
‘Husband,’ she whispered, bucking her hips forward.
A deep and primal need to claim her roared inside him.
‘Wife,’ he growled, thrusting forward an inch.
‘Husband,’ she repeated, pulling him deeper.
‘Wife,’ he groaned, burying himself up to the hilt.
He moved slowly and she squeezed around his cock. Sex with Zoe was always a mind-blowing experience, but now that they were married, everything was deeper and sweeter. Her lips found his, and her tongue licked fire into his mouth.
She wrapped her legs around the back of his and he pumped harder, sensations sparking up his spine with every thrust.
‘Yes, Rory, more,’ she gasped.
He sank his head into the pillow by her neck, exhaling her name as his hips jerked faster.
‘Rory!’ she cried, clinging to him, convulsing around him with another climax.
His release coiled tighter and tighter until it snapped, and he let go with a harsh cry, shuddering above her as he fractured into a million pieces of light. Everything was pleasure and everything was her. Once again Zoe had rearranged his universe and turned him inside out.
He shifted his weight from her and slumped on the bed, one arm clasped around her waist.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
‘I love you, husband,’ she whispered, stroking his hair.
‘You too,’ he managed, his chest still heaving.
‘How are you doing?’
His sporran started singingI’m a Barbie Girlby Aqua.
Zoe snorted with laughter. ‘What the fuck is that?’
He pulled out his phone and showed her the screen. Charlie. He passed it to her and she answered, putting it on speaker.
‘Hello Charlie, how are you?’
‘I’m dandy, Mrs MacGinley. Is the haggis with you?’
She giggled. ‘All present and correct, just a little tired.’
Charlie sighed. ‘Poor lamb. I can only imagine how exhausting it is placing a tiara on your head.’
‘Fuck off,’ Rory grumbled at the phone.
