Running my hands down her smooth legs, I clamp my fingers around her ankles and spread her even wider. As wide as she can go. She watches me with a hint of fear in her eyes, though she must know I’d stop if she was truly scared.
Meaning I don’t think she’s afraid at all. She seems to like it. How rough I’m being. It’s not my usual style, but damn. When I undressed her earlier, this foreign, possessive urge took over me, filling me with the need to show her who she belongs to.
Me.
I never want her to forget it.
I climb onto the mattress and rain kisses all over her thighs, her glistening pussy calling to me. I lick at her clit. Swirl my tongue across it. Around it. Draw it between my lips and suck on it. Hard.
She lifts her hips, seeking more of my attention and I let go, moving away. Abandoning her completely so I can get rid of my boxer briefs and slip on a condom.
I’m fucking her. I told myself I wouldn’t, but it’s my right. My duty as her husband. It’s our wedding night and this is expected. I’m fucking her and making her mine.
Charlotte rises up on her elbows, her gaze zeroed in on my hands. I grip the base of my cock and roll the condom on, her eyes flaring with heated anticipation. She’s greedy for it.
Greedy for me.
“You want it?”
Her gaze finds mine, those blue eyes extra big as she nods.
“Say it.” I get back onto the bed and she closes her legs, giving me room to climb on top of her, until my knees are on either side of her hips and our chests are pressed together, my face in hers. “Tell me you want it.”
“I want you.”
“Tell me exactly what you want.”
“I want your—cock.” Her cheeks turn pink when she says the word, which is fucking adorable.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
She doesn’t even hesitate. “I want you to fuck me.”
I rise up, gripping the base of my dick and dragging the head through her soaked folds. “Say my name, baby.”
“Perry.” She closes her eyes when I nudge my cock against her clit.
“Open your eyes,” I demand and they fly open. “I want you to know exactly who’s fucking you tonight.”
Her lips fall open as I ram myself inside, not being gentle about it at all. She can take me though. She’s so damn wet and loose for me, but the fit is still snug. All that wet heat envelops my dick with a stranglehold, making me pause so I can take a few deep, controlling breaths.
Being inside of her feels like fucking heaven. If I let go now, I’ll come too fast, and this time I’m prolonging it.
This time, I want to have a marathon fucking session with my wife.
I fuck her hard and steadily, spearing in and out of her welcoming body, the juicy sounds of her pussy filling the room. Her gaze stays on mine as I fuck her and I’m glad for it. She needs to know who she belongs to now.
And she can never forget it either.
She wraps those long legs around my hips, anchoring herself to me and I drop my head to her chest, fucking her in earnest. Our bodies stick together thanks to all the sweat, and the rose petals are still everywhere too.
An idea forms and I pull out of her completely. A protesting sound leaves her and I flip her over onto her stomach, pleased to see so many damn red rose petals yet again clinging to her skin.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I command her and she does what I ask without protest, rising up and wagging that perfect petal-covered ass in my direction.
I slide into her from behind, filling her to the hilt, making her cry out. She goes completely still, adjusting to me buried inside of her, her hips shifting, sending me a little bit deeper.
Until I’m as deep as I can get.