“Done,” he said after applying more lube inside her ass.
She held onto his shoulders as he rubbed his cockhead into her other entrance. Yasmin widened her eyes at the first inch. A burn started, but she knew it was only momentary.
“Breathe, angel. That’s it. Relax.”
Yasmin willed her inner muscles to relax as he pushed his way in. Once he slid his cockhead past the thick stubborn ring of muscles, it went a lot easier. He pulled out, only to slide back in, slow and steady, until he managed to sheathe his prick fully inside her ass.
“I didn’t say you could stop pleasuring yourself.”
She slid two fingers inside her, moaning and rubbing at her pussy as he began hammering in and out of her ass.
“God,” she whispered. “This feels unexpectedly good.”
“Fuck yeah, it does.”
The dual sensation of her fingering herself and Carver sliding in and out of her, proved too much. Her tits started to ache, and she began furiously rubbing her chest against him, seeking relief.
“Fuck yourself on your fingers again.”
She pushed three fingers inside her dripping cunt, groaning as he continued pistoning in and out of her.
“Come for me again, angel. Do it now,” he ordered.
She gasped, clawing at his back as she exploded, mind hazing once again. They hadn’t even gotten to their honeymoon yet.
A few pumps in and out of her and he let out a groan, filling her ass with warmth. She rested her head against his chest, feeling well fucked by her husband, contented. Languidness filled her limbs, and she must have fallen asleep, because she woke up to his kiss later. She opened her eyes to slits, aware of him zipping her dress back up. He must have cleaned her up between her legs while she’d dozed off, too.
“Oh no, are we there?” she asked.
“We’re here.” He grinned and opened the door, letting her head out first.
Confusion filled her for a moment, as she realized where they were—a private airstrip. Parked a few meters from them was a private jet. Then she gasped and hugged him as he got out of the car.
“You mentioned you always wanted to see the world, so we’re doing that for our honeymoon,” he said, automatically catching her, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“But what about your businesses?” she asked.
“Sal will take care of things while I’m gone, and besides, I’m always reachable on my cell, but only if it’s an emergency. It’s your time and mine, baby. Making you happy is my number one priority.”
Tears filled her eyes. Damn this man. He always seemed to be able to make her cry. Carver leaned in, kissing her tears away.
“Are those tears of happiness?” he asked.
“Of course they are,” she blurted. “Carver, you just made me the happiest wife on earth.”
“And it’s just the beginning, angel,” he said, flashing her that infectious grin. “You ready to go on this new adventure with me, wife?”
“Very ready, husband.”