Falling Hard

I leaned in and whispered in her ear, “I’ve got a better way to work you out.”

“Ooh, sign me up.”

“I already did.” I lifted her hand to show her wedding ring, which matched mine. “I signed a lifetime contract.” Stealing another kiss, I groaned when she reached out for my cock, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Um…thank you for this lovely evening, but we’re ready to head home.”

“Okay. I’ll ready the limo for you.” We said our goodbyes, and just as I closed the door behind them, I caught Danny squeezing his wife’s ass. They had the same plans for tonight that we had.

“I’m going to get them to clean this up. How about you wait for me in our bedroom?”

“Sounds wonderful.” She moaned, kissing me before leaving me standing there with a raging hard-on. I adjusted myself and went to talk to the crew I’d hired.

It took twenty minutes, but by the time I was done, I ached to get back to Erica. When I opened our bedroom door, I chuckled to myself. She was curled up on the bed in the skimpy white lace little number, snoring gently. I stripped down and then pulled her into my arms. “Goodnight, my wife.” I brushed her stomach, hoping that our baby was taking root in there now.

* * *

As soon as we landed in the Bahamas, I got a bad feeling. My sexy ass wife’s thin, summery dress blew in the breeze. It didn’t lift up to reveal shit, which was a lucky thing too because I would have lost my fucking mind and turned our asses back around and flew home.

“What’s wrong, Adrian?”

“Nothing,” I muttered, attempting to rein in the insane jealousy. Erica was going to be wearing much skimpier shit than that dress. In fact, that might be the longest thing she brought.

“Liar. Am I going to have to suck it out of you?”

“Every damn drop, baby.” I growled, tugging her around the waist, slamming her against my chest as I crushed my mouth down onto hers. “Fuck, I can’t wait to get you to the hotel.”

“Maybe we should do it in the sand.”

“The fuck we are.”

“We have a private beach.” That shit had been intentional. I didn’t want anybody walking by and taking a look at her with hardly anything on her perfectly sculpted body. It was all mine. The only thing missing now was a large baby bump instead of her flat abs.

“Sweetheart,” I tapped her chin and then continued, “motherfuckers have drones. I’d hate to kill a motherfucker if one ended up in our area when I’m face deep between your thighs.”

She rolled her eyes and started walking ahead of me and the security guard I hired. Fuck if I trusted her father. He had too much money and no fucking brains or balls. He was that guy you had to watch out for because he was a slimy weasel who’d take a cheap shot. “Fine. We’ll make sure there’s a cabana.”

“Damn, now that’s an idea I can get behind.” I swatted her ass and then grabbed our luggage.

We took a limo to our hotel. Her guard and the driver remained up front while I lifted her onto my lap. My cock pegged her ass with every bump, and she moaned, only making it harder. “Keep your voice down,” I growled in her ear, gripping her hips and rolling her over my shaft. I loved to hear her come, but I didn’t want anyone else to get that privilege.

“Then stop trying to make me come, husband.”

“Say it again,” I whispered, slipping my finger into her sopping wet slit. “I want to hear it again.”

“Husband,” she whimpered, dropping her head back onto my shoulder as I plunged my fingers deeper, strumming my thumb along her nub. A scream ripped through her throat, but her hand was quick to catch the sound.

“That’s a good wife.”

The vehicle slowed to a stop, and I helped Erica adjust her clothes. We exited as if we’d not been fooling around in the back, but it was clear to the guard that we’d gotten out of hand. Actually, I’d gotten it in my hand. Now, I wanted her to coat my dick.

Our lovemaking was hard and fast, so much so we never made it to the bed. Instead, we collapsed on the loveseat with half of our clothes still on. “Damn, we’re going to have so much fun,” she moaned, running her hands up and down over my chest.

“Yes, we are.”

* * *

We decided to dine out at a Bahamian restaurant, so I waited patiently for my stunning wife to get ready. It took a little longer than expected, so I went in to see her and lost all thoughts about food. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, sorry. I’m not feeling too hot.”

“Shit, I’ll call the doctor.”