I eat her through one orgasm, then another. And still, I feel insatiable. I want to feel her coming on my tongue until neither she nor I can move anymore.
Chapter 21
Bubble Bath
Elia
I’m gasping for air as Jeff picks up the pace between my legs. He’s not exactly a slouch in the bedroom department on a normal day, but on our wedding night, he’s making me fly apart in this bed. I’m not exactly sure that I can speak in full sentences at this point. He’s making me orgasm over and over and over. I can feel the wetness on my thighs but he doesn’t stop.
“Fuck me,” I beg. I want more than his tongue inside of me.
“You’re so sweet,” he tells me, putting his hard naked body on top of mine. He’s heavy, but it’s a good feeling. It’s kind of like being under a sexy slab of rock.
Tonight is not the first time we’ve had sex. But when he enters me and maintains eye contact, it feels like the first time. We are making love right now, tender and sweet. His hands are on either side of my shoulders as he rides my body to our mutual completion.
I’m worn out by the quantity of orgasms I’ve experienced, but somehow I fall over the cliff earlier than he does. With a grunt, he fills me with his seed. I love watching him lose control on top of me, swinging his hips just a little bit harder as he finishes his orgasm.
When he’s stopped spurting inside of me, he rolls off of me and puts an arm around me.
“I love you,” he tells me.
“I love you.”
I can smell the scent of sex in the room as I fall asleep after a very long day and too many orgasms to count.
I wake up to the smell of bacon and coffee.
“Morning, wife.”
I open one eye. “Morning, husband.” My voice is sleepy. I reach for a mug at the side of the bed and sip the coffee. It’s my French roast. After finishing a mug, I feel more human. I put the empty mug back on the nightstand.
“When do we have to pick up Danny?” Jeff asks.
“Noon. They figured that we’d be getting up kind of late,” I tell him. “So we have a few hours.”
“Let’s shower,” he says.
“What about the bacon?”
“It’s pretty hot. It can wait.”
He picks me up, throws me over his shoulder, and walks into the bathroom. I can feel the stickiness from last night dripping down my leg.
He puts me into the giant tub in his room and pours in bubble bath before coming in with me.
I look at the width of his shoulders. They’re twice the size of mine and I think I have man shoulders. I lean forward and kiss the indent of his collarbone.
“You’re insanely gorgeous,” I tell him.
“Everything’s under the bubbles,” he protests.
“Not everything.” I catch his mouth with mine and move to his lap so that I’m straddling him. With my tongue in his mouth, he feels like we might go another round. His hands land on my backside.
Chapter 22
Shower
Jeff