“I love you, and I wouldn’t have this any other way.”
I love you, Dee mouths back, and my heart could burst.
“Finally alone together, Mrs. Quint.” I tighten my arms around her. Run them along her curves, exploring her skin through the silky fabric of her dress. “Now, I think it’s time to take advantage of my husbandly duties for the first time.”
She grins up at me, eyebrows raised. “Is that so, Mr. Quint?”
“Oh, yes.”
We’re on the balcony outside our suite. The rest of the resort is dark, lights out, most people passed out asleep, stuffed full of food from the buffet and drinks from the open bar tab we kept running late into the night. Somewhere far down below, in the gardens on the first floor, I see a pinprick of light, catch distant strains of voices, too far away to make out, from the aunts and uncles still up late gossiping.
But up here, on the terrace, it’s just the two of us and the moon overhead, full and bright, shining down and illuminating Dee’s skin and eyes so she looks otherworldly.
She shifts against me, and I feel every inch of her body against mine like a shot of adrenaline in my veins. My cock jumps against my zipper, strains toward her. I tuck her hair behind her ears, cup her chin in both hands and tilt her face up toward mine, claiming her mouth with mine, savoring the feel of her velvety soft lips parting under mine, the twine of her tongue through mine.
She turns back toward the room, but I stop her with one hand, a smile tugging at the edges of my mouth.
She draws back from the kiss, and her eyebrows rise. “Out here?” she whispers.
I glance around us, pointedly. Aside from the lights far down in the garden, not visible unless you lean over the edge of the terrace, there’s nobody else awake. And no one down there could see us up here either. “Why not?”
Her cheeks flush in the moonlight. “I married a dirty man, didn’t I, Mr. Quint?”
“My wife has a dirty mind herself,” I counter, stepping toward her and reaching down to catch the hem of her gown. I lift it up slowly, teasing, enjoying the sight of her skin being revealed inch by inch in the moonlight. The warm breeze hugs us from all sides, but I still notice goosebumps rise on the edge of her neck when I draw the dress completely off, and she stands before me in a lacy little bra and thong set, a sexy barely-there lingerie outfit like I’ve never seen on her before.
If I was hard before, that’s nothing compared to the pulse of white hot desire I feel go straight to my cock now.
“You like it?” Dee turns, and the sight of her tight ass in the thong makes me want to bend her over the railing right now and take her. But I plan to take tonight slow. I plan to enjoy every inch of my brand new wife.
My wife. Just the thought makes this hotter—knowing she’s mine, we belong to one another.
“I love it,” I reply. “But I’d like it on the floor better.” I smirk. She reaches to hook a thumb under the thong, but I stop her. “Not yet.” I tilt my head. Undo my tie first, and toss that back into the room, before I start to undo the buttons on my tuxedo shirt.
It takes me no time at all to strip down, and when I pull off my boxers, Dee’s gaze goes straight to my cock, her tongue wetting her lips like she can already taste me—like she’s as hungry for me as I am for her. “I want to feel your cock inside me, husband,” she murmurs, and the sound of those words make me tense even more. “No condoms tonight.” She raises her eyes to mine.
“I agree.” I step toward her, eyes locked. Closer and closer until the tip of my cock presses against the soft, velvet-smooth skin of her belly. She reaches up to cup me between her hands. “I want to take you raw. I want to come inside you, wife.”
She shivers with delight, and strokes her hands along me, gaze locked to mine. “I want you to put a baby in me, husband,” she whispers.
Only then do I hook my fingers under her panties. Slowly ease the thong down her legs, and kick it aside. She steps toward me, but I grab her hips and spin her around. Bend her forward, so her chest touches the wide railing on our balcony. I spread her legs and position myself behind her, both of us looking out over the amazing view. But me, I have eyes only for the view right beneath me. My wife, looking sexy as fucking hell when she turns around to gaze up at me over her shoulder, her lower lip caught between her teeth in a taunting, teasing smirk.
“You want to take me right here, husband?” she asks, voice low. “In front of God and the whole world?”
“Fuck yes I do.” I slide my hand between her legs, pausing to cup her ass, massage it between my firm fingers. Then I slide those fingers down to her slit, slipping between her lips to run my middle finger through her slick juices. She’s already soaked for me, and she only gets wetter as I begin to stroke my finger along her, coating my finger in her juices, making her so wet that a trickle runs down her inner thigh before I finally position my cock behind her, raw like we said.
I trace my tip along her slit now, collecting her juices, coating the tip of my fat cock in them. “Do you want me to claim you, wife? Do you want me to make you mine once and for all?”
“Fuck yes,” she gasps, her voice hissed through her clenched teeth. “Take me, Jasper. Fuck me, right here.”
I press into her slow, an inch at a time. She twists against me, pushing her hips back to try to speed me up. But I pin her in place with one hand, and reach around with my other to tease her breasts, drawing one from the confines of her lacy bra to massage with my hand. She moans and arches her back forward toward the sensation, and I roll her hardening nipple between two fingers, pinching her just hard enough to let her feel it, not enough to hurt.
“God your pussy is so fucking perfect, Dee. Have I ever told you that?”
She bucks back against me, but I tighten my grip on her waist, hold her there, bent over the railing, and take my time stroking in and out of her. Long, slow strokes so she can adjust to my girth, feel the full length of my cock as I stretch and plunge into her pussy. “You… might have… mentioned,” she manages to pant.
Her moans grow longer, lower, throatier, as I start to move a little faster, thrusting into her now, both of our bodies rocking with the motion. She lifts her tight little ass toward me, and I pause caressing her breasts to lightly swat her ass, just hard enough to make her gasp and buck in surprise, not enough to hurt.
She flashes me a coy smile and reaches back to grab my ass, pull me forward into her again.
Eventually I build up to a rhythm, fucking her hard from behind, loving the sight of her tits bouncing below her and her eyes, still on mine with her head half-turned toward me, hooded with pleasure.
“You like that, wife? You like feeling my thick raw cock in your pussy?”
I slide one hand down the plane of her stomach, until I reach the mound of her pussy. If I hold my hand there, I can feel the pressure from my cock thrusting in and out of her, stuffing her full all the way to her belly. Then I circle my fingers around the edges of her clit, moving closer and closer to it in concentric circles.
“Fuck… Jasper… I’m going to come, fuck. Don’t stop.”
Before long she cries aloud, unable to stifle the sound, and gasps, her pussy convulsing around my cock, gripping me like a fist when she comes. But I can tell from the way she glances around us that she’s worried someone will have heard that. So before I near my own climax, I pull out of her.
She lets out a little mewl of protest, but I just reach down and flip her up into my arms and carry her back across the threshold. “Enough sharing you with the whole world tonight,” I say, my voice a low growl. “You’re all mine now, wife.”
Back inside our suite, we collide with the wal
l, and I wrap her legs around my waist. She tightens them around me and grips my shoulders to hold herself up, while I position my cock against her entrance again. I hold her there, pinned against the wall as I thrust in and out of her, fast thrusts that grow faster as the pressure starts to build at the base of my cock. “Come again for me, wife,” I say, tilting her head to kiss her neck, her shoulder, the spot where they meet. “Come for me, Dee.”
Her breath speeds up as I continue to fuck her. I angle her against the wall so my cock curves up against her inner walls, stroking over her G-spot, my tip dragging against that little sensitive spot until her breaths become pants and moans of desire. “I’m so close, Jasper. Don’t stop.”
“Tell me you’re mine, Dee.”
“I’m yours. Fuck. I’m yours,” she says, the second time louder, nearly a shout, a cry, as she rushes over the edge into another orgasm, stronger than the last. Her legs tense around me, and her toes curl, her fingernails digging into the bare skin of my shoulder as the orgasm races through her.
I’m not far behind. I fuck her with abandon now, those words I’m yours too hot coming from her, too impossibly sexy for me to stop now even if I wanted to. And I don’t want to stop.
I don’t ever want to stop pleasuring Dee.
“You want a baby?” I ask her, tone low.
“Yes,” she moans, breathy. “Give me a baby, Jasper. Put a baby in me.”
“I’ll put a baby in your belly. I’m going to fill you with my cum, Dee.” I thrust faster, harder. Grip her ass and lift her up against me, arching up with one last hard thrust. I feel my cock hit home within her, sliding all the way in to the hilt, as the orgasm hits. I shoot rush after rush of hot cum into her, filling her with my seed. She cries aloud, almost as loud as when she came herself, and buries her face in my neck, breathing hard.
“Fuck,” she whispers, when she finally has the strength to unhook her legs from mine and stand again, albeit on shaky legs. I hold her up, and when I draw my cock out of her pussy, a hot rush of our mingled juices spills down her inner thigh, trickles all the way to the floor.