“Not at all, we’re both adults with a mutual understanding of what we’re doing. What worries me is us not taking advantage of this romantic hotel room on our wedding night.”
Her nails rake across my scalp, back and forth, back and forth, sending chills down my spine. My dick is growing harder and harder the more she touches me. I’m trying to be calm, trying not to ravage her and take her like I want to, but it’s so fucking hard to hold back that animal-like desire.
I want her so bad right now. The only thing stopping me, the one difference between me and a wild animal, is my ability to reason with myself. I know I have to let her come to me. I know that I have to let her give me permission.
That’s all I’m looking for, permission.
Her fingers softly pull at my hair, and she starts to push her ass back, letting it rub against my cock. “So we agree then? This is just for fun. No strings attached?”
“Um, I don’t know if you noticed, but the strings have been tied together.” Holding up my hand in front of her face, I flash my new ring.
“You know what I mean.” Gil spins around, resting her hands on my chest. She gently plucks at my shirt, looking up at me with hunger in her eyes. “I won’t lie, Ryon, I want you. I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone else before.”
My eyes flick between hers as my stomach lights up like I’m on fire. “I feel the same way,” I say, my words almost a whisper as I grasp her face and kiss her immediately.
There’s my answer. Her permission. And I take it, I take it while I give her the same in return. She has me. She has me in ways she’ll never know are possible. Because I won’t tell her. I won’t tell her that she makes me happy. I won’t tell her that I can’t stop thinking about her. I won’t tell her that I’ve been falling for her since day one.
I’ll let her live in this temporary bubble. Where we don’t have feelings for each other, and no one else will know we’ve ever been together. I just know at some point her bubble will pop. I’m just not sure which way she’ll fall.
Hopefully it’s into my arms, because I’ll be there to catch her.
Her head falls into my hands, mouth parting as she slips her tongue into my mouth. Holding her face we keep kissing as I walk her to the bed. Her hands are on my shirt, tugging it up over my head, our lips breaking for a mere second so she can tear it off.
I start with her shorts, yanking the button free, and splitting the zipper open. She wriggles free from her shorts and steps out of them. Her shirt is next, I don’t even wait for her to pull her lips off of mine, I slide the shirt between us, and throw it blindly behind her.
Gillian stops as she hits the edge of the bed and sits. Her hands are on my belt, quickly working it free and tugging the button open. Driving her hand into my boxers, she pulls my cock out as she works my pants down my legs.
“You’re so fucking hard right now,” she says, her eyes on my dick as she licks her lips.
“You make me fucking hard, Gillian.” Her eyes lift up to mine as she runs her thumb across my swollen tip. “Now suck my cock, baby.”
Stroking down, she licks the tip and I can’t stop myself from moaning. Her tongue is warm and wet as she flattens it, sucking my entire length into her mouth. Her cheeks hollow and dimple as she pulls back, then drives back down to the base.
Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back as I grip the hair on the top of her head as she sucks me harder and deeper. Hitting the back of her throat, she gags slightly, and the sound turns me on even more. She pulls off me completely to take a deep breath, and then licks me again, from the base to the top. She rolls her tongue around the head and I’m delirious watching her, her eyes peering up at me as er pink tongue goes round and round. I can’t help it. I push her head down and start fucking her face. Sparks are shooting off behind my eyes as I feel my dick drag over her tongue again and again. My hips are rocking into her face, but I’m not moving too fast. I don’t want to come just yet, although I know I can if I keep this up.
Tearing her head off my dick, I growl. “Lay back.”
Gillian does as I ask without a reply, she just wipes the spit off the corner of her lips as she crawls back on the bed. Her pussy is glistening, soaking wet in her arousal as she opens her legs wide.
She wants me so fucking bad, I can smell her sweet juice from here. I search on the floor for my discarded pants, and quickly pull a condom from my wallet. I slip it down my cock, eager and more than ready to fuck my wife. . . My wife.
Holding her knees, I rest my tip against her entrance. I savor the moment right before I know I’ll experience such perfect bliss. I ease in slowly, feeling every inch of her envelope me, and I don’t stop until my balls hit her ass. She’s tight as a glove.
“Mm, Ryon,” she groans as she clutches the blanket in her hands and grinds her pussy up against me. “Mm, yeah, fuck me.”
“Who are you?” I ask, not moving yet.
“Your wife,” she moans, and I draw out my cock and rock back into her.
“And who am I?” I ask again, holding myself up on my arms and not moving.
“My husband.”
The way she says it makes my dick jerk and pulse, and I start pumping into her, short and shallow thrusts. I look down at my cock inside her, and the condom is so fucking wet it’s shining. “Say it again,” I demand, still fucking her, but not going deep, not yet.
“You’re my husband, my husband. . .” Her words trail off as I thrust myself in and out of her body. They dissolve into throaty moans and groans. I love hearing her say I’m her husband. I absolutely love the way she says that single word.
Her tits are bouncing softly up and down as I fuck her, and I catch her nipple in my mouth and suck. Her fingernails dig into my back, and I imagine I’ll have scratch marks in the morning. I hitch her leg up a little higher, so I can hit her deeper, and her fingernails dig into my skin so deep now it hurts. But I can tell she’s loving this. Her hips are meeting me on every thrust, and she’s started saying, “Yes, yes, yes. . .” I prop myself up so there’s some room between or bodies, and reach down between us. I feel how slick the condom is going in and out of her, and then find her clit. I start rubbing it softly, in tight circles, and I can feel her pussy respond. She gets even tighter, if that’s possible, and it feels like she’s vibrating around me.
I fuck my wife like that until her legs are limp and she has no breath left to speak. I feel different. I feel way different than I ever have.
Is this just casual sex?
Or is this something more?
Gillian arches her back hard, lifting herself off the mattress as she lets out a moan that hits my ears and makes my stomach clench. Exhaling a long breath of air, her body relaxes into the blankets.
Her body is warm, sweat is glistening on her skin as our eyes lock and I thrust myself inside her, knowing I’m about to come. My cock turns rock solid as it pulses, and cum erupts from my tip with each throb.
Falling over onto my side, my heart is racing and I’m breathing heavily. Closing my eyes, I let my arms fall up over my head. “Holy shit, you’re trying to kill me aren’t you?”
“Kill you?” she asks with a giggle, rolling her body against my side.
“Yeah, kill me, because I don’t think my heart has ever raced this hard or this fast.” Wrapping my arm around her shoulders, I pull her in as close as I can.