I woke and for a moment wondered where I was and then I remembered. I was in a hotel in Las Vegas wrapped in silk sheets with the warm body of my husband behind me. His strong arm across my body keeping me close.
My husband.
We’d spent yesterday cancelling appointments and arranging flights. We’d married on the terrace of the Bellagio and decided to stay there to honeymoon. Our cells were switched off. Both Eli and I had agreed that we’d waited this long, we weren’t letting anyone interrupt us for a few days. In any case it was six days until Christmas and we were staying here until the 27th after which we’d return home and face the music.
I knew for a fact my mother would throw a hissy fit, but no doubt we could have another wedding for family and friends at a later date. For now, it was going to be just me and Eli for a few days, celebrating our first Christmas together as man and wife. Just one of many firsts we’d be having together.
I bit my lip. Christ, we were married.
The day before yesterday I didn’t even know how he felt about me and now I was his wife.
Yes it was impulsive, but like Eli had said as we raced around organizing everything-hadn’t we already wasted enough time?
I detected a change in breathing from behind me and realized my husband was waking up. The other clue may have come from the rock hard cock currently being rocked against my ass. His arm moved up to cup my breast, his fingers pinching my nipple.
“Good morning, Mrs. King.” He whispered in my ear.
Mrs. Elias King.
Then for a fleeting moment I remembered that I didn’t have all the firsts because there’d been another Mrs. King before me. Katrina. The woman who I was going to meet at her own wedding in just four weeks time. It was then I realized I’d never seen a photo of her and had no idea what she looked like. I’d seen a photo of his daughter once. He’d shown me as it was in his wallet. All I knew of Brianna was her curt manner if she called her father and I answered his phone. She’d talked to me like some kind of servant, which I guess to her I was. Now I’d be her stepmother. Jesus. How was that going to be received?
Then Eli’s caressing hand trailed down to between my thighs.
He stroked my clit and then dipped his finger in my wetness, trailing it back up and rubbing it into my nub. My body sparked with electricity at his touch, all thoughts of other people forgotten. His fingers lingered at my pussy for long moments, occasionally dipping into my heat for lubrication and again flicking and caressing my nub. Then Eli moved himself closer to me and pushed into me from behind, his large shaft stretching me and filling
me. It felt like paradise. His fingers continued to strum against my clit as he gently made love to me. I reveled in the feelings he awoke within me, feelings I’d never been able to obtain through the odd lover and my battery operated boyfriends. When my climax came it was gentle but lasted for a longer time, wrecking me and leaving me gasping in my new husband’s arms. He however hadn’t finished with me yet.
“Turn onto your back.”
I moved, and he thrust into me again, the feeling exquisite, as my pussy, sensitive from its recent climax welcomed his fullness once more. This time he thrust harder, rocking into me with force as he worked his way to his own climax.
“Oh, Alex, oh, fuck, Alex.”
It was the words I’d recognized through the intercom. He HAD been thinking of me while he’d jerked off. That confirmed it. I raised my hips up against him meeting him thrust for thrust as my body begged for another climax. As he stilled he bit my nipple, and it took me over the edge. We rode our orgasms out together, breathless, and then he pulled me back into his embrace and we slept a little longer, before awaking and fucking all over again.
I laid at his side. The clock said it was two pm and my stomach growled.
Eli turned towards me, his elbow on the pillow and his head resting in his hands. “So, would you like to look around Vegas a little?” He asked me.
“Tomorrow?” I pouted. “Today can we use room service and the jacuzzi bath and just make love all day long?”
“That’s what I’d hoped you’d say.” He smiled. “Now what would you like me to get you to eat?”
I moved down the bed. This would be the first blow job I’d ever given Eli, and I’d not had much experience but I’d read lots of books. “First, I’m eating this.” I told him. I moved from the bed and got the belt that Eli always wore around his pants. Moving back to the bed I sat astride him and made him raise his hands above his head and then I secured them with the belt. He could have escaped in seconds, but I saw his eyes alight and I realized that my man liked to play a little.
Something else you don’t know about him. My inner voice chimed up. You have no idea of his sexual preferences.
When I looked at Eli, his eyes were closed as he waited in anticipation of my next move. I was glad that he’d missed the doubt that had most likely just flashed across my features. I knew a lot about him through being his Assistant - his date of birth etc, factual stuff. But I didn’t know his favorite color, his tastes in music, what he watched on TV.
One of Eli’s eyes opened.
I didn’t want him to know my thoughts, so I winked.
“Just teasing you husband. Close that eye again.”
He sighed and shuffled into the covers more comfortably, getting relaxed.
I fixed my hand around the base of his cock and felt that velvety skin as I fisted his length within my grasp. He was enormous and yet he was perfect for me. My body accepted him without hesitation.