this first time. It’s been too long.”
“Good thing we have a lifetime then.”
His lips twitch upward at the corners.
“You’re wearing far too many clothes.”
“Is that right?”
“Yes, Mr. Hunter, it is.”
“Well, I want to keep Mrs. Hunter happy, now don’t I?” he asks as I help him shrug off his jacket.
“You do if you’re as smart as I think you are.”
Our mouths are pulled back together like magnets as I make quick work of the buttons on his shirt. A tight ball of tension is coiled in my belly. My body is heated, and my legs are weak. We make our way over to the king-sized bed, kissing and exploring with hands and fingers. My heart is banging in my chest, and my white panties are soaked by the time we arrive at the four-poster bed, completely nude, except for a scrap of material that separates us. He goes to one knee and kisses my belly just above my bikini line before he buries his face into my clothed quim.
I dig my fingers into his shoulders to remain upright as I gasp.
“You smell so good.” He nudges me with his nose, brushing my swollen clit. “I can feel the heat coming off you.” He licks me through the lace, and my eyes roll into the back of my head as he sucks on me and hums. He presses his tongue to me, and I rock against it, seeking more friction.
“No more teasing,” I say.
“I’m making sure you’re ready for everything I have to give you,” he rasps. He grips the thin straps of the underwear and yanks. They give away with a pop that makes me jump. My pussy flexes in anticipation as he parts my lips and dives in, a man starved. I’ve never had a man enjoy eating me out so much. He delves deep with his tongue between swirls, sucks, and nibbles. My juices glisten on his face, and he holds my gaze with his stormy, pleasure-glazed eyes.
I push his head forward, unable to keep calm as I grind into his face. He adds two fingers into the mix, and I’m shaking and crying out as he holds me in place with his large hands.
After kissing my belly, he stands. “You back with me?”
“Yes.” I wrap my hand around him, and he groans and pulls away.
“Not right now.”
“But what about—”
“I been ready since we left the wedding hall.” I focus on his swollen cock. The thick, eight-inch shaft is leaking precome from its mushroom shaped top, and a deep shade of purple from all the blood that’s rushed to it. He stalks forward until I fall back onto the bed, and climbs over my body.
“Open your legs, baby. Let me inside.”
I spread them as wide as I can to accommodate his large frame.
“Put me where I want to be most.”
I line him up to my slick entrance, and he pushes the tip in. I moan as he spreads me and pauses to twine our fingers.
“I love you, Willow.”
“Love you, too.” The air is stolen from my lungs as he pushes deeper, filling me to the brim as he works into my tight core.
I wrap my legs around his hips as I dig my heels into his back. My heart is in my throat as we find a steady rhythm that shakes me to the core of my being. This is more than sex—it’s a sealing of a vow meant to last a lifetime. Our movements become frenzied as he slams inside of me, damn near blowing my back out as he bottoms out over and over. I meet him thrust for thrust, wanting to take him in as far as possible. My body trembles and I tighten around him. Sweat drips off our bodies, and the determination in his steely gaze shortens my breath. He hits my swollen clit with his pelvis, and I’m flying. He gives two more strokes, and he explodes inside of me, filling me to the brim with his warmth.
Wound around him as tight as possible, I feel us become one. I bury my face into his neck, trembling as the experience steals all rational thought from my brain. We come down slowly and bask in the new reality we’ve created. He slips free, and I whimper my protest.
“Shhh. There’s plenty more where that came from,” he whispers, brushing his lips across mine.
I smile as we face one another side by side.
“Hi, wife.”