She laughs. “Sneak out of our own wedding? No, I think they’ll notice that we’re gone.”
“Damn it.”
Then she cracks a smile. “But that doesn’t mean we have to stay all night.”
An hour later, I’m carrying my wife across the threshold of the hotel suite we booked for the night. My cock is already rock-hard and aching for her before the door is even shut—hell, I’ve been fighting a losing battle with my desire to rip that dress off her all day.
Now that we’re finally here, I throw her down on the big, plush bed and all those layers of fabric float around her.
“God, I want to crawl underneath that dress and live between your thighs,” I tell her, kicking my shoes off and loosening my tie.
“We’ve got all night, baby,” she says, inching the bottom of her dress up her thighs teasingly. Her eyes go to the bulge of my trousers and she licks her lips. God, how I love seeing my length in her mouth. The idea alone has my cock throbbing, eager to be freed.
I strip naked while Cassidy’s eyes stay locked on me, reading me like an open book. But when she sits up and reaches for her shoes to take them off, I say, “No. I want to be the one to undress you. And first…”
I crawl onto the bed, separating her thighs as I crawl beneath the many layers of her skirt. I run my hands up her soft, bare legs, and I groan with happiness when I see the delicate, lacy white, crotchless panties my wife is wearing.
“Goddamn, you are perfect,” I say as I nudge her thighs over my shoulders and bury my face in her dripping pussy.
“I thought you’d like those–” she says, but then I take a long swipe with my tongue and cut her words off instantly. She’s reduced to moaning and writhing beneath me, which happens to be exactly how I like it.
I close my lips around her clit, sucking and teasing with the tip of my tongue. Cassidy arches her back as I slide my fingers deep inside her. She’s moaning unintelligible things and bracing against the bed as she locks her thighs firmly around my head. I really could stay like this forever, tasting her, feeling her pussy gripping my fingers as I make her come.
But I need her on my cock.
I need her screaming my name and raking her fingernails down my back.
I need to fuck my wife nice and hard.
She’s so close right now, her juices coating my fingers and her core squeezing me desperately. But I’m a greedy bastard and I want her first orgasm as a married woman to be with my cock buried deep inside her.
So I pull back amid her whines and complaints.
“I’m so close,” she says, reaching for me.
“Baby, I’m gonna make you come so many times tonight, you’ll be begging me to stop.”
I roll her onto her back and she lets out surprised, pleased yelp. I make quick work of the zipper on the back of her dress, and then I peel it down her shoulders, past her curvy hips and over her plump thighs. I unclasp the lacy white bra she’s wearing and take that off her too, until she’s in nothing but those crotchless lace panties—the perfect mix of innocence and lust—and, of course, the red Mary Janes.
I lick my way back up to her, from her calves to her inner thighs, over the supple curve of her ass, and up to the small of her back, where my scruff tickles her and she presses her ass upward against me as she laughs.
Good God, I need her.
Now.
“Come here,” I growl, then grab her by the hips and flip her over and pull her onto my lap all in one swift, hungry motion.
Cassidy’s straddling me, my cock pressing against her slick, hot sex. She bites her lip as she looks into my eyes—my gorgeous goddamn wife, all mine. Then she cracks a smile and grinds against me. “Is that a hardcover I feel, or are you just happy to see me?”
“I’m just happy to see you,” I say. “Always.”
And then I lift her up and plunge her down on my cock. That puts an end to her little jokes as she’s once again speechless. Her mouth drops open and her eyelids shutter as she wraps her arms around my neck and starts riding my cock.
“Oh Chuck,” she moans. “You feel so good.”
“So do you,” I tell her. “Incredible.”
I’ve got her hips in my hands, thrusting along with her, and I don’t know what I was thinking all those days and weeks that I wasted telling myself I couldn’t have anything serious with her.
This woman is my life.
My everything.
My always.
We come together, her pussy milking every last drop of hot seed from my cock, and I can’t wait to do it all over again.