Quickie

Will slips out for only a moment, only long enough to flip me onto my stomach before he reclaims my hands and slides back into me. A moan falls from my lips as he enters me, I’m swollen and sensitive and so not ready for it to be over. And judging from the state of his cock, it’s not even close to being over. Will’s body is hard and hot against my back as he rocks into me. “Do you feel what you do to me?” he asks, rolling his hips so he hits that spot deep inside me. The way he feels in this position is exactly what I asked for: it’s more. He feels deeper and bigger and I’m even more surrounded by him.

“You make me so hard, baby. We’re not going to stop until you ask me to.”

I laugh, wiggling my ass against him and enjoying the guttural groan that comes from his mouth. “It might be a while,” I say. “Are you up for it?”

Will laughs too, one filled with unspoken promises that make me shiver. “Let’s find out.”

He slams into me, and my world goes blinding white as I’m pulled back into the world of unending pleasure.

3

The warmth of the sun on my back is what wakes me. The view of Vegas that greets me when I open my eyes is stunning. A wall of windows looking out over the strip. Wow. But I know I’m not here alone. Slowly, I turn over, and there he is. Gorgeous and perfect and still asleep. His hair is falling over his forehead while his head is turned toward me. The sheets are tangled around his thighs, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Not that I need to imagine since I’ve seen it all. But seeing it like this in the morning light is a whole other—and maybe otherworldly—experience.

I can’t believe I had a one-night stand. It’s so unlike me, but at the same time, I’m so happy that I let myself go. I let myself have fun, and my god, the orgasms. There was never a time with Wyatt where our sex life was that…explosive. I feel like I’m always angry now, and even the thought of Wyatt intruding on this perfect morning makes me see red. But I have an outlet right here, and already my body is craving that experience again. There’s a tiny voice in my mind. Why not some more before you leave?

Will’s cock is half-hard as he sleeps, and I slide closer to him across the bed. His breathing is deep and even, and I can’t keep the smile off my face. I’ve always wanted to wake someone up this way. Wyatt never wanted me to disturb his sleep and he never liked morning sex. I have an inkling that morning sex might be Will’s favorite kind. He stirs as I wrap my fingers around his cock, and I watch his chest and then his face as his breathing hitches. His cock hardens under my hand, and he makes a low sound that tells me he’s waking up and that he likes it.

I laugh softly and shift my body so I have better access to his cock. This is something I didn’t get to do last night, and I want to. I want to taste him. I wrap my lips around his head, and suddenly, I’m blinded by a flash from my finger, wrapped around his cock. What the fuck? I jerk away from Will, and look down at my hand, a very big and what looks like a very real diamond shining on my left hand. Oh my god, what did I do? I remember kissing Will, I remember him fucking me into pleasurable oblivion, but I don’t remember this.

“I don’t think there’s a better way to wake up than with a gorgeous woman’s mouth on your cock, until she stops. I’d love it if you kept going.” His voice is rough with sleep and I look up to find a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

My mouth is still hanging open, and I turn my hand to face him. “What is this?”

“A ring.”

“Why does it look like an engagement ring?”

He grins. “Because we couldn’t get matching wedding bands, so we decided to just go with that one for now.”

“I don’t think we decided anything. Please tell me that this is a practical joke or something.”

He stops smiling for a second. “What do you remember from last night?”

“I remember the club, and coming here, and…” I blush, “a lot of sex. That’s about it until now.”

“Hmm.” Will rolls towards me and pulls me back down and rolls me over so he’s hovering above me. His hand strokes down my cheek, and even that simple touch sends my heart racing. I know what follows his simple touches and my whole body is craving that exquisite pleasure. “Then I get the happy task,” he says, “of reminding you that you’re my wife. Now and forever.”