“Nah, darlin’,” I said as I let my hand cover her full, soft breast, “any color you’re wearing is my favorite.”
She smiled up at me with a faint flush on her cheeks. “Always the charmer, Mr. Hunter.”
That made me laugh, and I regrettably let go of her breast to push up from the bed.
I stood and took my shirt off the rest of the way.
Then I undid the buckle on my belt. Marianne’s eyes shot directly to what I was doing.
“Oh, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet, Mrs. Hunter,” I said, loving the sound of that so much it made my blood surge through my body.
She sat up, too, and pulled her blouse down her arms. After she tossed it on the floor, her arms folded behind her back—and her bra went slack.
Marianne slipped it down her chest, exposing the best set of tits I’d ever seen in my life.
Hands down.
I shoved my jeans and briefs low, then kicked them off. I was more than eager to get out of them—and back on the heart-shaped bed with Marianne.
“Wes,” she said when her eyes caught sight of my already hard cock.
“Do you want me to wear a condom? I’m clean, but I’ve got one,” I said, hoping to hell her answer would be no.
She shook her head. “I’m okay, too.”
The thought of being inside Marianne after all these years was nearly too much.
I prayed to God that I wouldn’t embarrass myself.
I let out a long sigh, and dug my knee onto the ridiculous fucking bed.
Red satin sheets.
On a huge heart-shaped mattress.
What else would you find in a honeymoon suite?
I kissed her lips and guided her back onto the bed—her naked breasts touching my bare chest.
“If I come before I’m actually inside you, does that still count as consummation?” I asked due to the very real danger of blowing my load early.
“I don’t think that counts, no.” Marianne giggled—and fuck—that was not helping my situation.
I loved her laugh.
“Damn, then you’re going to have to get that skirt off,” I said, feeling around for the zipper, “and fast.”
She laughed again, but helped me rid her of the rest of her clothes.
I settled between Marianne’s legs. “I can’t believe I’m finally here,” I said, letting my cock settle on her lower belly.
“I know, I can’t believe it either. I want you, Wes. Please,” she said as her hands ran up my back.
God, her touch was too much. I grasped my cock, and found her wetness.
“You ready?”
“Yes.”