I kissed her again.
“I love you too Cole.”
I always thought getting married would be hard. But instead, Addison made it simple. She was so easy to love, to enjoy, to be with. Addison might have been my fake fiancée but she was about to be my real wife, and I couldn’t have been happier.
Twenty- One
Addison
Cole carried me over the threshold of our bedroom and let me down in the middle of the room. We were in the manor on a private island his uncle owned, which we’d chosen as our honeymoon destination.
I looked at Cole—the love of my life—and put my arms over his shoulders.
“I can’t believe we did it,” I whispered to him, unable to look away from his gorgeous brown eyes.
“Neither can I honestly. Did you see my uncle’s face when they asked if anyone opposed the union?”
“I thought he was going to fall out of his chair!”
“You and me both. How the hell did we manage to pull this off? And I got you out of it. Jesus, I’m lucky,” he nipped my lips playfully and kissed them slowly, taking my breath away.
I was wearing a long satin dress, which I’d worn during our reception before we boarded a private plane and came here, and I couldn’t wait to take it off. It was really hot here, and the material stuck to my body. Also, I wanted to be naked so I could enjoy Cole. Besides our heated moment in the closet, it had been a week since I had him. I needed more.
“That you are.” I tapped his nose with my forefinger and slid it over his mouth. He opened his lips and sucked my finger into his mouth. I gasped and clenched my thighs.
“So what do you like about me best? My sparkling personality? Or my great sense of humor?”
He smirked and went to the mini-bar. “I like everything about you.” He took a bottle of wine and filled two glasses. He handed me my glass. “To our long and happy marriage,” he said.
“To our long and happy marriage,” I repeated and we clank our glasses.
We were drinking in silence for several moments, looking at each other intensely, and I could feel our tension rising in the air.
“You know, I planned to go slow and all, but I really can’t.” He put his glass on the table. “I had a hard on this whole day and I just need to fuck you right now.” He took my glass out of my hand and put it next to his.
He unzipped my dress and took it off me in one swift move, leaving me in white lace bra and panties. “Damn, Addison. Do you see what you do to me?” He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his erection. I quickly wrapped my fingers around him and stroked him. He hissed and I increased my pressure.
A few moments later I pushed him to the bed and unzipped his pants. He was wearing a black tuxedo that suited him perfectly. He was so sexy. I’d been fantasizing about him the whole day, and I was actually counting minutes until I was able to have him all for myself.
I lowered his pants and underwear and pushed him to the bed. He lay down on the edge and I knelt on the floor in between his legs.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” I grinned and leaned my head, wrapping my mouth around his hard head. I took it deep into my mouth, and I could already feel his precum in the back of my throat.
“Addison... That is amazing. Yes.” He raised himself up on his elbows and looked at me with lustful eyes. He was groaning and pushing his hips toward me as I sucked him faster, squeezing his balls at the same time. He placed his hand on the back of my head and led me.
“You’ll make me cum.” Yes. I kneaded his balls and sucked harder. Just as he was about to come, I took his cock in my hand and jerked it off, positioning my breasts right above it so that his sperm would cover my chest. He came with a groan, shuddering hard as his sperm covered my boobs. He couldn’t take his eyes off me as I licked it off my lips.
“That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
He raised himself up and took the tissue from the nightstand and then he cleaned my breasts. “Lie down,” he said as he took off all his clothes. I unclasped my bra and took it off along with my panties, and lay down, spreading my legs widely. “I will fuck you rough, but I need to taste you first, baby.”
He took the glass of wine he’d left on the table and brought it with him. He positioned himself above me and placed his lips on my neck, moving his lips and tongue over my skin as he neared my breasts.
“What are you doing?” I asked him, referring to the glass of wine he’d been holding.
“What does it look like?” he repeated the same words I’d used earlier. My pussy was throbbing and I needed my release badly.