Quickie

My stomach drops, and I laugh. It comes out slightly hysterical. “I don’t even know your last name. How can I possibly be married to you?”

“Well, I suppose you should know since it’s your last name now too, Mrs. Herrington.”

“This is insane.”

Will kisses me gently, “Is it so crazy? I think stranger things have happened.”

“I just—I can’t…”

“Remember what I said last night? That you know someone is going to affect you? You affect me, Sandy. Do we know each other well? No. But there’s no denying the chemistry we have. And that’s only going to grow with time.”

I shake my head, trying to clear it. He’s so close, and I love that he’s so close. But married? Married? “This is a lot to process.”

“I can imagine.” He grins, and it transforms his face into something even more breathtaking. “You and I,” he says, “are amazing.”

“I don’t know, Will.”

He leans close and presses a kiss to my neck, “I look forward to burying myself in you every night and every morning.” His words are low and husky, his breath causing goosebumps on my skin. “Our bodies already know each other better than I’ve known anyone, and that’s all I need to know for now. Everything else will come with time. And as your husband, I promise to make you come more times than you ever imagined you would.”

His words set a fire low in my belly. This is crazy, right? How can I be turned on by this, when I’ve just had the second-biggest shock of my life? Will rolls us over so I’m on top. “I expect nothing less than a marriage filled with pleasure. For both of us. Every day. Over and over again.” The heat in his eyes is enough to make my stomach flip in anticipation, and a wicked little smirk plays on his lips. “But to show you exactly what I mean, let’s go back to where you left off.”

He guides me down his body, and my imagination is running wild with his words. It’s hard for me to imagine topping last night’s seemingly endless string of orgasms, but I think that’s one field that Will could definitely prove me wrong in. I’m so busy remembering the way he pleasured me last night—with his mouth, with his hands, with his cock—that it takes me a second to realize that I’m face to face again with that same cock.

I glance up towards his face and his wicked grin. There are two choices. I could refuse. Leave. Demand an immediate annulment and never see him again. Or I can stay just a little bit longer. I can let him give me the pleasure my body so desperately wants. Just for today. I can find an answer to this problem a little bit later. Honestly, there’s no question. I’ve never felt what I feel with Will, and if there’s one last chance to have an experience with him, I’m going to take it. As if Will suddenly senses my decision, his smile grows. “Give me your mouth, baby.”

I do. I sink down onto him and let him fill me up, the guttural groan that he makes sending a surge of arousal straight to my pussy. I wrap my hands around him again, squeezing. He’s so hard, smooth and long. I love the feel of him. I didn’t get to touch him like this last night, and I can’t deny that I like it.

“God, you’re so good at this.” He says as I drew my lips up his shaft, sucking. “Use your tongue on me. Lick me.”

Focusing my tongue, I swirl it around the head of his cock, teasing him. I lick all the way down to his balls and back, and his cock jerks with every little flick of my tongue. I take him deep again, and he moans. “I love your mouth. I love that it belongs to me now.” Will’s hands are in my hair, guiding me deeper, helping me keep pace. He moves me faster, and I let him, aroused by his words and the fact that he’s showing me exactly what he wants from me.

Will’s breath is short, and his hips are moving up into my mouth while he holds my head still. I’m so wet that I feel it between my thighs. Wyatt never turned me on like this, and I’m not sure why I’m so turned on by Will taking control, of him staking his claim. But I am. “My perfect, slutty wife with her lips wrapped around my cock,” he says, voice strained as he fucks my mouth faster. I suck his cock hard as he thrusts into my mouth, and he groans, hips jerking. He slips out of my mouth as he comes, and it splashes across his stomach. He groans again, and I watch the mess being made, fascinated as it paints his tan skin.