She reached down and touched herself between her legs. Her grunting went deeper, was raspy while he whimpered with a high pitched shrieking noise. The sound he made had her kissing him hard, and that’s when it all exploded out of him.
He screamed into her mouth in a muffled, dying way.
Her tone went from husky to so high he almost wanted to cover his ears, but then she tightened all around him, making him thrust harder even though his body really wanted to slow down. He had orgasmed right before she did, but with that sound, and the way she was gripping into him, he continued on until he absolutely couldn’t anymore.
And boy was it messy. Everything was more than wet—she was doused with both their fluids. He kept going, though.
Her body rocked—not with love anymore, but with laugher.
“Holy hell, baby, you’re gonna kill me if you keep doing that. I mean, I couldn’t even last five minutes for our first time,” she said, pushing on his shoulders.
He bit his lip and tried harder to get things going again, but he couldn’t. Things weren’t working properly down there anymore, making his heart drop into his spleen. “I can do this—I can keep going . . . For you.” Should it be this hard to have sex for a second time and feel all that again?
“Please, stop . . . We’re both exhausted. And we’re both done.” She smiled. “There’s a refractory period for a reason.”
“I don’t like not being hard with you. I want it again. But you . . . But we were gonna,” he protested.
She rolled over, out from under him and stared at him with soft, warm, gray eyes. A kiss landed on his lips as she stretched her neck forward. “I’m too sensitive right now anyway. The tissues need time to rest after a climax that hard, otherwise it’ll hurt and not in a way I want it to. Being swollen for too long is uncomfortable, and you of all people should know that.”
He nodded with his lower lip jutting out. “But I still wanna do that again.”
“We will. Trust me.”
“Okay.” His lip still stuck out.
“Damn, sweetie. I thought I was gonna fall apart, you were that perfect inside of me. I’ll definitely want to do that lots tonight.”
“I was? And you were . . . Oh, God, I did die. I was seeing light and stars and the moon. It was amazing,” he said, almost jumping out of his skin. Or he would if he had the energy. “And you promise you’ll want to do that lots tonight and make sure it happens, ‘cause I can give you more of my come. I think I can make a ton of it for you.”
She sighed big and loud, her chest rounding, making him want to taste all of her again. She said with a lazy grin, “I guarantee it’ll happen several times.”
“Good, because you taste really amazing, Mari. Really good. I want you to know that. Zach told me some girls don’t really want guys to go down on them, but I really loved that.” His eyes shined at the memory of what he did and what his tongue got to have. “It’s the best sugary treat ever, and I’m allowed to have this one now, aren’t I?”
“You definitely are.” She stroked his hair. “I never used to like oral performed on me, so I probably wouldn’t have agreed if you’d told me that yesterday, but that was . . . Jesus, there aren’t words.”
“I know . . . ‘Cause I feel that way, too.” He smiled and his eyes drifted closed because her hands were feathering through his hair over and over.
“So beautiful—so strong. How did I ever wind up with you loving me?” She breathed so hard, he could almost feel it in his toes.
“You wound up with me because I made you have me. That’s what I did,” he said.
“And I never thanked you properly. Let me catch my breath, and my mouth will taste you back, but this time I’ll do it the way I should’ve the first time,” she said, her hand resting on his flaccid dick.
“I don’t think I’ll taste as good as you do, but I—”
She covered his mouth. “No more talking. Only loving.”
He nodded and pulled her into a hug. That was fair.
They could do this all night, and he’d keep his words to himself. That he could do.
* * *
Adam rolled over in the middle of the night, patting the bed next to him to make sure she was still there.
His dick throbbed. It was hard again—for her.
Where was she?
“Mari?” He got up and roamed around the expansive hotel room. His dad got them a suite. Now he wished he hadn’t. It was easy to hide in here.
No answer.
“Mari? Where are you? I’m your husband, and I need you,” he said with a whiny edge to his voice.
Still no reply.
“I’m gonna start hollering for you,” he said, walking into the living room area.
The TV was off, the curtains were still all closed, so it was clear she wasn’t in here.
He turned around and headed to the bathroom.
The shower was off, but he couldn’t imagine where else she could be.
When he opened the door, there she was, lying in the bath with a bunch of bubbles up to her neck.
She sighed and smiled with a lazy grin when she saw him.
“You left,” he said, unamused. “Why?”
“I was a little achy from all those rounds of sex last night, and this tub has been calling to me from the moment we got here. I’ve never been in a nice big tub like this. I’m not all cramped up in here. My legs actually fit.” She popped her toes up out of the water and wiggled them, beaming at them. “See? It’s Heaven. It’s like being at a spa, only better—because no one’s bugging me. I get to relax with my thoughts.”
He groaned. “I’m bugging you.” He ran his hands down his face. That wasn’t what he meant to do.
“You’re never a bother, and I love that you couldn’t sleep without me.” She chuckled and played with the suds floating on the surface.
“How do you feel now that you’ve been soaking? Any better?” Guilt swept through him. He made her sore, and it made him grimace a little.
“All right—stop that right now.” She looked up at him through her lashes, still playing with the bubbles. “This isn’t about being hurt from too much sex last night or about you bugging me or anything like that.”
He sighed. His shoulders slumped. “Then what’s it about, ‘cause I loved having my wife in bed with me. I didn’t want us to ever leave it.”
She pretended to frown, but it looked more like she was humoring him. “This . . .” She paused. “It’s about decadence. It’s about luxury. I wanted to try something I may never get to experience again.”
“A bathtub is luxury?” He blinked and stared at her.
“Yeah—I’ve never taken one before. Or, at least, not since I was a kid. And then, only in small dinky tubs that were filthy. This thing was gleaming white and all slippery, lovely perfection.” She splashed him.
He yelped and backed away. “I don’t want a bath. I like smelling like your pussy.”
“I like you smelling that way, too.” She smirked.
“How long do you think you’ll be?” He tried not to sound needy, but he failed miserably.
“Not long. I’ve been in here for a long time. I’m all pruney already.” She held up her right hand and her fingers were definitely all wrinkled.
“Okay.” He sat on the toilet, watching her. “I’ll wait.”
“You don’t have to hang out in here, honey. Go watch some TV or get something to eat. Order room service if you want.” She gave a small giggle again when her toes popped out and wiggled at her again.
“I want to. I want to be with you, and you’re so happy. I don’t want to miss this.” He considered joining her, but that seemed like it would then cramp her in there, and that was the exact opposite of what she enjoyed about being in there. It was pretty steamy in here, though, and he was getting hot.
She sat up straighter, and her nipples skimmed the surface of the water, covered only slightly by the bubbles. His mouth watered a little at seeing the way they looked
through the shimmery soapy perfection that was clinging to her. Was it possible to be jealous of bubbles?
She ran her hands through her soaked hair, and it made her breasts jiggle some.
He slid down to the ground, removing his shirt along the way.
She closed her eyes and kept fiddling with her hair, trying to put it up in some kind of makeshift bun or something.
He grunted at the way her pert breasts looked in that water.
His right hand reached out and cupped the nearest one. Ahhh . . . That was better.
She opened her right eye and she flicked her gaze from his face to his hand. “Want something, sweetheart?”
“You. I always do. It’s nice to have you.”
She laughed. “It’s nice to have you, too. Many, many times . . .”
“Mmm . . . I only gave you four orgasms last night,” he reminded.
Her eyes sparkled at him. “And they were fantastic—just like you.”
He dropped his hand in the water, scooped some up and washed the bubbles off that breast, then lowered his head and sucked her nipple in.
She gasped. “Easy, my love. Kind of tender after all that fondling and breast play last night.”
He wanted to bite her right now, but he resisted. That would feel bad. He knew it would, so he nibbled and nipped instead.
She cradled his head, following his movement. If his head moved up, so did her hands. They kept on him.
He liked this game.
So, he lurched for her other tit, and she went along.
He made a happy humming sound. “This is tricky.”
“Tricky how?” she asked.
He looked up at her, but kept his face right in front of her nipple, ready to take it in his mouth again.
“Because I’m having to bend over the edge like this to get to you. I don’t want to fall in, but I want you to stay seated and relaxed.”
“What about this?” She extended her right arm, the one closest to him and palmed his semi sore spot. “Is this tricky?”
He nodded, grinned with a crooked line to his mouth and then went back to licking her wet nipple.
She sighed, and he ran his tongue around the tip, then blew across it, cooling it down.
It was probably a nice contrast to the heat of the water on the rest of her lower body.
“Tease,” she said, stroking his dick.
He was hard within two passes. “Yes, you are a tease.” He chuckled and did the same thing to her nipple.
His back started to ache, and she was making him incredibly hard, so he gave up on trying to tempt her this way.
He went to kneeling, and she went inside his boxers, fishing him out.
She turned to the side in the tub to face him entirely. Her other hand yanked down his clothes, and both her hands went for his balls.
He gasped with a giggling, girlie sound, because she’d never done it like that before. So quick and unexpected.
She moved to kneeling, leaned in and kissed him. He was getting wet as her chest slid over his, but he didn’t mind. It was naughty, and he liked that.
“Someday . . . I’m going to make you scream so hard, you won’t know what to do the next day when your throat is raw,” she whispered in his ear.
“I can always gargle with—”
“Shut up, Adam. I’m talking now.” She chuckled low in her belly. She slid a finger further back to his puckered hole. “And someday, I’ll be showing you what this part of your body can do.”
He tightened up. He wanted to, he did, but he wasn’t quite ready for that.
“When will that someday be?” His voice shook.
She shrugged one shoulder and made that humming “I don’t know” sound.
“Stand up, please,” she said.
He gave her a pleading look that accompanied a whimper and did she asked.
“Drop the boxers the rest of the way off,” she added.
He did.
“Now . . . Prop your left leg up here on the ledge,” she said, patting the spot she wanted.
When she removed her hand, his foot went there.
“Tell me if this is too much, okay, sweetheart?” She gave him a smirky smile, then tugged at his leg to get him to bend his knees a little.
When he did that, it lowered his balls to her mouth, and she sucked them inside, then rolled her tongue over his left one.
“Oh, God, not a . . . I mean, is that . . . Does it taste okay? What does this mean? Is it safe for my sperm?” He moaned when she rolled it over her tongue, sucked a little deeper and caressed it with her tongue. “Is this a massage?” His leg twitched toward her.
He was dripping.
“Shhhh,” she said a moment later, then took his other ball in her mouth and did the same.
She fondled his dick with her right hand and stroked his leg that was straight, keeping him standing up.
Her mouth covered every inch of his sack, balls and dick within a matter of moments.
At one point, he thought she was going to give him a standard blow job, but she stopped for a minute and gave him a questioning look. “Don’t freak out, okay? I just want to try something. Stay still.”
He gulped and nodded. It wasn’t like he didn’t trust her, but this sounded a little alarming. What could she possibly want to do to him that would require him to be so still and a warning?
She went back to having her mouth on his balls.
“This feels so good, Mari. You’re doing something to my dick, and I don’t know what it is, but it’s never leaked like this before.” He gazed down at his glistening tip.
She pumped him in her hand, then her mouth went further back. With a jerk, she yanked him forward, making his hips jut toward her.
And then her mouth was at his anus, right where she said she’d explore him.
Wow. She didn’t mind having her mouth there? He hadn’t done that to her yet. He hadn’t even really thought about it at this point, but this felt divine.
She’d played with his entrance before, but not like this.
Her tongue prodded, making him clench up his sphincter.
She swiped her tongue over it a few times, and the more times she did that, the more he relaxed into it and moaned like he would die.
Tingling sensations shot up his balls and into his dick. It was weeping for joy—profusely.
She kept giving him a hand job while her mouth kissed, sucked and licked.
“Christ, Mari, this is . . . Sooooo good! I never knew!” He panted, tipped his head back and licked his lips.
Any moment now his spurting semen would fly into her hair, because there was nothing to catch or block it. Was she going to be mad if it got all over her? She was clean right now—well, all except her tongue.
She pushed her tongue’s tip really hard, and it got inside him a little bit. Only a teeny tiny bit, but it flooded his legs with prickling, explosive sensations.
It shot up through his thighs, pounded its way through his asshole, into his balls and out his dick.
“Mari! Oh God—I love it! I looooooove you!” He screamed incoherently after that, because his cock was shooting his fluids all over the place—further than they’d ever gone before, and this orgasm was more intense than he’d ever had.
“Wow, so hot!” she whispered, backing her head away from his groin, but her hand holding him tight around the base as she watched him come undone.
He wanted to collapse into her, in the water, but instead, he yanked her up to standing all the way.
“Thank you!” he cried out, surrounding her in an all-consuming hug.
“For rimming you?” She chuckled. “You’re welcome. I thought I’d give you a preview of what’s to come.”
He sniffed back an emotional tear budding at the corner of his eyes. “You will do anything to please me, won’t you?” He rocked her in place.
“Of course, sweetheart—I love you. Your happiness and pleasure are everything to me.”
He angled back his head so he
could look at her. “We’re going to be happy and married for a very long time.”
“Forever is what I was thinking.” She smirked and licked her lips. “Especially if you keep responding and tasting like that.”
“I will, Mari—’cause you’re my wife, and I want to please you every moment, too.”
“You do, love. You do.” She beamed at him, and he got in the tub.
No more being away from her. Not even for a moment . . .
Chapter 18
The flight overseas had been long. Adam was giddy as they backpacked across most of Europe over the next two weeks.
He called his dad every day to thank him for paying for their wonderful honeymoon and to ask how Choppy was doing.
Mari liked roughing it. It was better than hotels, in her opinion. They got to see more of the people and the land.
The major drawback was less privacy, but they made do. If Adam really wanted sex, he got it, and he found a way to keep them both quiet—pinching her inner thigh would make her gasp and swallow up her imminent screams of pleasure.
And the bastard would grow harder when she’d react to his fingers doing such an un-Adam-like thing.
She had yet to see him go absolutely nuts on her—she craved to see him go cave-man and nail her into tomorrow or even the next week. He was holding back, and it kind of pissed her off a little. Why wouldn’t he be rough?
Was it because of her rimming him two weeks ago, the day after they married? Did it freak him out? If so, why didn’t he just say? He always spoke his mind.
This cautious Adam was unnerving, because she had no idea what to do about it.
It made her insides raw to think she could barely control herself at all—that she would bite, scrape and want to dig her way inside him, and he’d grab her wrists, slam them onto the pillow and keep them there as he took his time with his sweet, slow seduction.
She felt guilty every time afterward for being an animal with him. It was useless. She couldn’t hold back. It was like all those months of strict repression had finally snapped her, and she was uncaged now. Besides that—she wasn’t used to this sweet, tender stuff with light teasing touches and whispered kisses. It had always been raw and dirty in her past, and she was lucky if she didn’t limp away.
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