“Getting a taste of your pussy. I want it on my lips when I take you,” he breathed against my thigh.
“I—umm—I’ve never done this before.”
His blue eyes darkened with a possessive gleam. “You saved this pretty little pussy just for me, didn’t you, Emma?”
I gulped as I nodded, and he flashed me a satisfied smile.
“I’ll do my best to break you in gently and make sure you’re more than ready for me,” he promised, pushing on my thighs until they parted enough for him to bend to my core. “I don’t want you to be too sore during our honeymoon, not with what I’ve got planned for us.”
I stared down at him, my breasts rising and falling with my panting. His head dipped lower, and one hand slid up my leg to move the gusset of my panties to the side. When his tongue licked up my center, any protests I might have had flew out of my head.
“Oh my,” I panted.
He chuckled against my damp flesh, and with a flick of his wrist he ripped my panties from my body. “Just wait, sweetheart. It’s about to get a fuck of a lot better.”
Then he dove in, devouring me with his mouth. Nipping at my clit with his teeth. Thrusting his tongue inside me.
I couldn’t form words; the ability had left me. Instead, whimpers, sighs, and moans tore out of my mouth as my head thrashed against the pillows beneath it. My hands gripped his hair tight as he swirled his tongue around my clit. Inching one of his fingers into my tightness, he groaned.
“Need to make you come or else you’ll never be able to take me. You have to be soaking wet. Dripping with your need for me.”
He worked me over more with his mouth, and my body tightened. An amazing pressure was building inside me, taking me higher and higher with each lick of Miles’ tongue. Then his finger slid inside, stretching me even as it filled me up. When he added another and curled them up, I exploded. His fingers stroked me through my climax, his tongue keeping at my clit until tears leaked down my cheeks because I couldn’t take any more.
“Miles, stop,” I gasped.
His teeth bit down against my inner thigh, and then he levered himself over me. I pushed at his open shirt, and it slid down his arms. “I could eat you for hours and never get my fill. I’m only going to stop because I’ve spent every day since we met thinking about getting inside you.”
Levering himself up with one arm, he undid his pants with the other. In the position we were in, I couldn’t see how big he was, but he felt huge when he rocked his hips forward and I felt him prodding at my sex. When he rubbed it against my clit, I cried out and trembled at the sensation since I was overly sensitive from my orgasm.
“Thinking about how I’m going to claim you. Make you mine,” he said with another roll of his hips, inching forward before he jerked backwards, only to ram inside me all the way with one brutal thrust.
I was overwhelmed by the sudden pain, and my nails dug into his chest as I screamed. He bent down and swallowed my screams with a passionate kiss until the worst of it passed.
“Shh, sweetheart. The worst of it is over, I promise it’ll get better soon,” he soothed.
“That’s easy for you to say,” I grunted. “You’re not the one who feels like they’ve been impaled by a freaking tree trunk.”
He held still, hovering over me and staring down at my face with concerned blue eyes. This man, the stranger who was my husband, was able to strip away all my inhibitions and make me act completely unlike myself. With his hardness filling me up, I felt closer to Miles than I ever had to anyone else.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he rasped, slowly sliding his cock out of me. “Made just for me.”
I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his face, not when I was fascinated by the brutal possessiveness stamped there. Those blue eyes locked on me, his jaw clenched tight as he thrust back into me.
“My wife.” He ground himself against me, going even deeper. “All mine.”
“Miles,” I gasped.
At the end of each thrust, he rolled his hips and rubbed against my clit. My walls started to clench around him, my body strung taut.
“Only ever mine,” he growled on a forward drive. The pleasure was almost too intense as it rolled over me. Miles kept going, riding me through my orgasm until he planted himself deep and I felt liquid heat filling me.
“Fuuuuck,” he groaned, rocking inside me as he buried his head in the crook of my neck.
When he finally pulled out and collapsed against me, I slumped onto the mattress, dazed. And stunned by the intensity of what just passed between us. It had been so…intimate.