“Oh, Wyn,” I moan. “Harder.”
He grabs my chin hard and my eyes fly open to connect with his.
“Is that what you want?” he asks in a way that confirms this pace and intensity is killing him.
“Do what needs to be done.”
Smiling, Wyn withdraws and re-enters harder and harder until he finds my threshold. I undulate my hips to meet his thrusts, loving the feel of our damp bodies sliding against each other.
Wyn drops his forehead to mine, his body tight from delaying his release.
“Fuck, Imala. You feel so good. You’re perfect for me.” He laces his fingers through mine and pin them next to my head. “I have so much I want to teach you.”
I steal a kiss as I lock my legs around his waist. “And you know how I feel about learning.”
Watching Wyn cum is the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever experienced.
Chapter Seventeen
Imala
It’s the dawn of the realization that I’m no longer a virgin. The rising sun awakens me, and I stare out into the room, realizing that one of the things that differentiated me from scores of women my age is gone. But I don’t feel the regret some have after doing the do. I now understand why it’s so hard to pin down Karessa for a lunch date. I know first-hand what she’s doing.
I’ve now joined the horny masses and I can’t find a fuck to give. I reach behind me and my hand lands on my husband’s morning wood. Huh. Husband. That’s kind of fun to say.
“Not now, Caterpillar. We have to get downstairs.”
“Oh man! Just put the tip in.”
His morning chuckle is sexy. “Isn’t that supposed to be my line? Let’s get through our bon voyage brunch and I’ll put more than the tip in. And good morning.”
Damn, he makes me tingle.
Wyn uses his body weight to force me on my belly. His fingers glide up my spine and his erection pokes against my lower back. I try not to move in case he’s changed his mind, but he places a soft kiss at my nape and climbs off the bed. He chuckles when I groan.
“Trust me, at some point during our honeymoon you’re going to beg me to stop.”
I blow a raspberry because I doubt it, but he disappears in the bathroom. Stretching, I opt to get ready because I want more of the new stuff. Breakfast is overrated. My phone lights up and vibrates. I’m not surprised it’s our sister group chat.
Esme: Hurry up and get your ass downstairs for the update and you better not still be a virgin.
Karessa: How about a good morning or something, sis?
Esme: Fuck that. I want an update.
Imala: LMAO
Esme: LMAO my ass. Ten minutes or I’m coming up.
Karessa: I’m in the parking lot. Get some tea and calm your nerves.
Me: I’m getting dressed, nosy.
I walk in the bathroom to find Wyn in the shower. I’ve never been so appreciative of glass until now. Wyn naked and wet in a steamy bathroom is a mood.
I pee and start grooming all while watching.
“Are you going to watch me shower the entire time, wife?”