Marriage of Convenience (The Raven Brothers 1)

As she licked my nipples, her fingers lightly traced down my abdomen. Then she sat back and looked at my dick.

“Go head. Touch him.” I coaxed her.

She trailed a finger from root to tip. It jumped at her touch. She got some more cream, and rubbed it along the length, making me hiss as sweet torture built.

I took her hand, wrapping it tight around my dick. “Stroke him, Sara.”

She did as I instructed and I closed my eyes to savor her touch. When she stopped, I nearly groaned with frustration. I felt cool cream again and then … holy shit… her mouth was on my tip.

“Ah fuck,” my hips buck forward, thrusting into her mouth halfway. “Yes, suck it, Sara.”

She sucked, sending a shock of electricity to my balls.

“Fuck it,” I groaned, threading my fingers through her long hair and helping her get the right speed. “Fuck my cock with your mouth.”

She made sexy moans as her mouth slurped with each glide of my dick in and out of it. She wasn’t the first woman to go down on me, but she was the first to have me careening toward an explosive end so quickly.

“Tighter.”

Her hand wrapped around my dick, and she stroked and sucked with her mouth in unison.

“I’m going to come, I’m going to come… Ah fuck…” I started to push her away, not sure she’d want a mouth full of semen. “Let me come on your tits.”

She sat up and I wrapped my hand around my dick, stroking like my life depended on it.

“Get on your knees.”

She scooted off the table and onto her knees in front of me. It was the most erotic sight I’d ever seen.

“It’s coming…” I shot my first load, landing on her chest. I kept stroking hard and fast as more shot out covering her tits, until finally, I felt like I’d expelled every bit of cum inside my body.

It took a few moments for me to catch my breath. When I did, I looked down to find her experimentally rubbing the semen on her chest. Then she brought her fingers to her mouth to taste it. My dick had a twinge of life left in him, after all. Fucking hell.

She looked up at me. “It’s salty.”

“And messy.” I reached a hand out to help her up. For reasons I didn’t understand, I felt compelled to kiss her. I pulled her against me and fused my lips to hers. Her tits covered in my cum mashed against my chest. When we pulled apart, we were both sticky with cream and cum.

“I need a shower.” She smiled up at me, looking happy and content. We weren’t going to have a fairy tale marriage. Love wasn’t a factor. But I could see myself living like this. Friends with benefits.

I took her hand. “Good idea.” I led her to the bathroom in her room and turned the water on. When the water was warm enough, I ushered her in and joined her.

I kissed her again, as I began to accept that this marriage could turn out okay after all. I hadn’t wanted to be saddled with a wife. The women I’d seen before would have been too much trouble. They’d demand things I wasn’t willing or able to give. They’d have their own agendas.

At nineteen, Sara was like a blank slate. I was the only man who had ever touched her, which was arousing in and of itself. But it meant I could teach her all the ways a man and woman could enjoy each other. While she was smart and had her own mind, I didn’t sense any guile. She wanted love, which she could get from our child, and security, which I could give her. In return, I got the company. Win-win.

She picked up the soap and started to wash.

“You made a mess of me,” I said, bringing her soaping hands to my chest.

Her eyes widened in surprise.

“Sex can occur in many places in many different ways. Do you still want me to teach you?”

“Yes.” Her voice was breathless. Another perk: she got turned on easily.

I had her wash me and then I returned the favor. I turned her toward the wall and reached around to her front to massage her tits with my soapy hands.

I lightly bit her shoulder. “I’m going to fuck you from behind. Do you want that?”

She moaned and her ass instinctively rubbed against my full dick. “Yes.”

I put my hands on her hips. “Widen your legs a bit.”

She did as I instructed.

“Put your hands against the wall and tilt your ass back.”

I ran my hand down her back and over her ass. I dropped to my knees and laved her pussy with my tongue, wanting to make sure she was wet with her own juices. She whimpered and ground her pussy against my mouth. Yep, she was ready.