He chuckled, and the way his chest vibrated against her breasts teased her nipples into life. “Deliciously so.”
Just two words from him, and she was breathless already. She pulled away, enough for their gazes to meet. “I want to be yours now, Nic.”
The next thing she knew, she was on the bed, he was on top of her, and they were both naked. She giggled. “You have got to be one of the fastest persons in the world when it comes to getting naked.”
He kissed her giggling mouth. “Time to shut up, Mrs. de Koningh, since I’m going to fuck you hard.” He kneaded her breast. “From now on, all I want to hear from you are moans, cries, and if you need to speak, it better have my name on it.” He tweaked her nipple, and she jerked and cried out. “Understood, lieverd?”
She moaned in response, already lost in the pleasure of his touch.
He smiled. “Good.”
He took his time, kissing every inch of her satiny skin, worshipping her breasts one by one. He shaped her lovely legs with his hands, teasing her into gasping and writhing as he cupped her sensitive knees. When his fingers drifted over her most sensitive flesh, she bucked like a skittish horse.
“Easy, lieverd. Easy,” he soothed even as he started playing with her clit.
“Nic...”
It was heaven, finally hearing his real name on her lips. He rose up, his fingers confirming how ready she was. Bracing his arms on each side of her, Nic looked down at Ayah. “It’s time to show your body who it belongs to, Mrs. de Koningh.”
She smiled shakily at him. “Excited to be yours, Mr. de Koningh—-” Her eyes flew wide open when he suddenly slid in, tearing her hymen in one deep, well-placed thrust. Ayah’s body curved up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as her fingers scratched his back.
“You are...unbelievably...beautifully...tight.” He panted the words out, all his attention focused on the control he was exerting to keep himself from moving.
“You are...unbelievably...terrifyingly...BIG!” She sniffed the last word out. He really was. She felt like he had torn her apart in two.
He laughed hoarsely. “It will get better, Ayah.”
“I hope so.” When he didn’t make a move for a long time, simply remaining inside her with his still-hard cock, Ayah started to relax—-
“Aaah!” He had tricked her. He had moved and—-it had felt pleasant.
He moved again, thrusting deeper, withdrawing further, over and over again.
Oh. Her head fell back against the pillows. This were more than pleasant now.
He kept his eyes on her face as he fucked her slowly, determined to wring out every drop of pleasure she had in her body. As she started to get her rhythm, Nic bent his head to capture one nipple into his mouth.
Her hips jerked against his in shock and when he didn’t stop suckling her breasts, Ayah sighed out his name as her hands moved restlessly against his back.
“Niiiiic...”
“Hold on, lieverd.” He positioned himself more securely, one hand cupping her buttocks.
“Niiic...”
He used his other hand to slip between their bodies and start teasing her clit into releasing her come. She screamed at the first touch, and she kept screaming and begging for more. He gave her what she asked for and more, fucking her as hard as he could, to the point of almost dislodging himself out of her sheath with the wild gyrations of their bodies.
They strained against each other, their tongues mating inside their mouths, her nipples stiffening in contact with his naked chest. Their bodies slapped against each other with every thrust, the sound beautifully erotic.
*“Niiiiic.” It came out begging this time.
He shuddered at the begging sound of her voice and just like that, he was near the edge, just a few thrusts away from coming. “Mine, Mrs. de Koningh,” he whispered to her before pulling completely out and shoving his cock back in with the greatest force.
She shattered with that one thrust and she shattered again and again as he ruthlessly did what he could to prolong their pleasure, never letting go of her clit, never stopping caressing her breasts and never ever forgetting to say over and over, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
NIC WOKE UP AT DAWN, his wife still sleeping peacefully in his arms.
He took his phone from the table.
Click.
A few more clicks and it was uploaded.
AS SHE ENJOYED BREAKFAST in bed with her husband, Ayah checked her Instagram news feed and was startled when she came across a photo of herself sleeping in Nic’s account. The caption made her smile.
My wife.
Aww. That was sweet.
She clicked to comment and saw that Nic had also posted a comment on his own photo.