by Avery Kaye
For now.
“Kelsey, I’ve met your husband. He’s a very good man.” She offers a hug, and I accept, even though I feel a little awkward. She is my mother. That will never change. But in all reality, we are practically strangers. We’ve spent so little time together.
“Thank you. You look great,” I tell her. I’ve learned a long time ago not to hope the sobriety will last longer than a few months. Instead, I’ve come to enjoy those brief opportunities to connect with her before she falls into the addiction pit again.
My husband offers my mother his hand. “Thank you for coming, Mrs. Steele.”
“Thank you for helping me get here,” she responds with a smile. “I’m so grateful to see my baby girl get married.”
“I was glad to do it.” He slides an arm around my waist and my heart flutters. “Now if you’ll excuse us.”
My mother smiles, and I can’t help noticing, she looks pretty. “Yes, of course.”
Jordan steers me toward the boardwalk, leading up to the resort.
I glance over my shoulder at our wedding guests, at Madi and Mike, chatting. And the others, some I’ve only just met. Jordan’s aunt and uncle and their family. A few of his friends. “Where are we going, Jordan? Shouldn’t we go back there and be with our guests?”
“I’m taking you back to our room. To make love. I’ve waited long enough. We’ve waited long enough. Don’t you agree? They’ll understand.”
My insides hop around like startled cats. “I do. I agree.” Heat blazes through my body.
At the end of the walk, Jordan scoops me off my feet and carries me like a real life prince charming through the resort’s lobby and to our suite. He sets me on the bed and looks down at me like a hungry beast.
I beam. And melt. “I can’t believe it. You’re my husband. Finally. We don’t have to hide anymore. Or pretend.”
“That’s right. I don’t have to keep my hands off this luscious little body. I can touch you whenever I want.” Staring down at me with lust-filled eyes, he angles over me, catching my hair in his fist and tugging, gently. “Come here.” He plants his mouth on mine and kisses me until I feel drunk. His tongue plunges into my mouth, filling it with his delicious flavor. It tangles with mine then conquers it, and I surrender with a sigh.
A burning, throbbing sensation heats my center.
Whimpering, I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on. He climbs onto the bed and positions his big, powerful bulk on top of me, the hard lump in his pants grinding against my stomach. His hands map my body, first cupping my face then sliding down my neck and over my shoulders. Wherever he touches me, my nerves fire and skin tingles. Tiny electrical currents buzz through me, igniting mini-blazes inside me, deep, deep inside.
Yet, my body demands more. Moremoremoremore.
I want to be skin-to-skin.
I want his touch deep inside.
Wriggling and squirming, I grab his tuxedo jacket and pull, trying to get it off him. But he seems oblivious, content to just keep tormenting me by kissing me and touching me through my clothes.
Haven’t we teased each other long enough? Isn’t it time for that to end?
I break the kiss and glare at him.
He smiles, a lopsided, bone-melting, you-are-in-for-it, bad-boy grin that takes my breath away. “What’s wrong, baby girl?” he murmurs. He sits up.
“You like it when I beg, don’t you?” I grumble as I sit up too. If he isn’t going to get this dress off me, then I’ll do it myself.
“No. Not at all.” Catching me totally by surprise, he scoops me up and plops me back down, this time on my belly. Then he throws the back of my dress up, exposing my lace-covered ass, and gives it a smack.
A wave of heat goes straight to my pussy, and I moan and arch my back.
“You love getting that sweet ass spanked, don’t you?” He strikes me again, this time on the other cheek and I bite back a groan of pleasure. Before Jordan, I’d never realized being spanked could be so arousing. I don’t know what it is, or why it works that way. But it makes me hot.
“Mmmm,” I mumble.
Jordan grabs my ankles and pulls them apart. “Does it make you wet, baby?” he cups his hand over the crotch of my panties. “Mmmm. It does.” He fingers my folds through the thin fabric, and my back tenses. My insides clench.
I am dying.
“There will be plenty of spankings for you, baby girl. But not today.” He runs a fingertip along my crack and I tremble. Then that naughty finger disappears and suddenly I feel him tugging at the laces holding the back of my dress shut.
“This dress is a nightmare,” he grumbles, and I laugh. He yanks and pulls and grunts, and the dress gradually loosens. Finally it falls off my shoulders. “What is this?” He hooks his finger into the laces of my bustier and pulls. “More?”
I swallow a giggle. “It’s my bustier. Isn’t it pretty?” I do a pushup, rising up on my knees. Then I unfasten the hooks holding the front of it closed, one at a time.
Sitting behind me, Jordan slides his hands around my sides and up my stomach, touching my skin as it’s exposed. He kisses my bare shoulder. “Hmmm…”
The last hook unlatched, I drop the bustier, and Jordan’s hands move up, cupping my breasts. I sigh and arch my spine, letting my head fall back. His fingers pinch my nipples, tugging on them until they’re so sensitive it hurts. Then his hands glide down my torso, to my hips.
“My wife,” he murmurs, leaving a trail of light, tickly kisses down my spine. When he reaches the base, he guides me, hands on my shoulders, to turn around and face him. “My beautiful wife.” He licks his lips and my gaze locks on his mouth. Heat pounds between my legs at the sight of that tongue. It’s been so long since he’s used that wicked tongue on me. Months.
He’s going to now.
He supports my back as he lowers me to the bed. Once I’m lying down, he threads little kisses all down my neck, over my shoulder blade and down to my breast. Then he pulls a nipple into his warm mouth and suckles. One of his hands torments the other nipple as he sucks and licks. With every pull, every stroke, every lap of his tongue I plunge deeper into need. Pounding, throbbing need.
I grab his arms, but he catches my wrists and pins them over my head. He gathers them in one strong hand and goes back to tormenting my breast.
No mercy. He’s showing me absolutely none.
The throbbing heat between my legs is so intense I squeeze my thighs together. I need pressure there. Against my burning pussy. I moan and whimper and wiggle, but still he doesn’t stop.
“Please,” I beg.
He doesn’t answer my plea. He merely shifts to the other breast and licks and nips and sucks until I am absolutely desperate. I fight against his steely grip on my wrists, hoping if I rub his cock through his pants he’ll snap and finally end this torture. It’s been going on forever. A slow, deliberate seduction. Since that first time in his garage. Each time, he’s taken it a little further, made me suffer a little more.
I can’t take another second.
I wrap my legs around his waist and grind my burning center against him.
He growls and sits up. His face is flushed a deep scarlet. And his jaw is tight. Good. I’m not the only one suffering. He unties his bowtie and tosses it. Then he grabs the waist of my panties and pulls them off, throwing them too. “Open those legs,” he commands.
I spread my thighs, and he bites his lip. “That pussy is mine.” He fiddles with the buttons on his shirt, manages to unfasten two then gets impatient and tears the shirt open. Buttons fly everywhere, like shrapnel. I laugh, close my legs and shield my face, and he unfastens his pants and shoves them down.
A few throbbing heartbeats later, he is nude. His beautiful body is completely bare to me.
I lay there in awe.
I have seen him unclothed before. Not often, but a few times. However today he looks sexier and more breathtaking than ever. Because now this perfect body is more than just muscle and bones and blood. His bro
ad shoulders remind me that he will keep me safe; they could carry the weight of the world. His thick arms remind me that he’s strong enough to cradle me when I’m too weak to walk. His toned thighs remind me that he is powerful enough to take us wherever we want to go.
He is my man. My protector. My partner. My friend. And my lover.
My hero.
His biceps, chest and stomach muscles flex as he lowers himself over me. He stares into my eyes for a moment before sealing his mouth to mine.
Ahhhh. This kiss.
It’s like no other. Seductive. Gentle.
It promises me a million pleasures. It makes me tremble all over.
His hand finds my thigh, slowly glides up it, inch by inch. When it reaches the top, he nips my lower lip then breaks the kiss and smiles. “I have been waiting so long for this. I don’t want it to be over.”
I nod. “I feel the same way.”
He sits upright again and looks down at me. I feel his gaze as it meanders over my body. It’s like the softest caress. It tickles and makes me burn. And when it reaches the apex of my thighs, it ignites little blazes along my nerves. Electricity buzzes and zaps through my whole body.
“Open.”
I spread my thighs and he growls. Then he teases my labia with a fingertip and I shudder from the furious need throbbing through me.
This is so cruel.
“Jordan,” I say, my voice pleading. I reach for his cock, so big and hard, but he moves out of my reach, presses on my shoulders, forcing me onto my back, spreads my legs wide then drags his tongue from my quivering entry to my burning clit.
My spine arches, pulling tight like a strung bow. My heart is throbbing so hard I can’t help rocking my hips.
“Now, that’s more like it.” He does it again, and I quiver, shockwaves vibrating through my whole body.
This man knows exactly what to do, how to touch me, what I need. Exactly.
He parts my folds and blows a stream of air at my clit, and waves of pleasure wash through me.
Wondering how long he’s going to torment me, I writhe and wiggle.
Of course, he makes things worse, teasing my clit with that wicked tongue of his. He does it again. And again. And again. And I plunge into a sea of pounding, throbbing, aching need.
When will it end?
When?
I.
Want.
Release.
Now.
He slips a fingertip into my burning channel and I whimper. My spine arches so high my back lifts off the bed. My thighs tug into burning knots. My stomach clenches.
I.
Want.
Release.
Now.
His tongue dances over my clit, each brief stroke sending a blade of intense pleasure stabbing through my whole body. It’s so intense I soar toward an orgasm within seconds.
I’m.
Getting.
Release.
Now.
He stops.
I suck in a gasp. My whole body sags as the tension winding through it instantly unravels.
I was so close.
I give him some squint eyes to let him know I’m unhappy.
Smiling, he climbs on top of me and settles his hips between my thighs. “What’s wrong, beautiful?” Not waiting for my answer, he plants his lips on mine and makes me forget why I was squinting at him. Within seconds, that mouth of his has me throbbing and sighing and moaning and trembling all over again. I feel something as he kisses me. A touch. Down there.
At first it’s fleeting.
But after a few minutes, it becomes more constant.
I know what it is.
It’s his cock.
The head of his cock is right there. Pressing against my wet entrance. All it’ll take is one small movement and he’ll be inside of me.
It’s time.
Jordan cups my cheek and stares into my eyes. “I love you,” he whispers, his cock nudging at my entrance. He presses into me until he meets resistance.
Burning resistance.
I gulp in air.
Burning.
My muscles lock.
Tearing.
He's too big. It hurts.
Ripping.
This isn't going to work.
I want it. Yes, I do.
But…
“Look at me, Kelsey,” Jordan demands.
I open my eyes. I hadn’t even realized I’d closed them.
“I love you more than I ever thought possible.” Before I can tell him I love him too, his hips slam forward, shoving that enormous cock deep inside me.
Oh.
My.
God.
Too big.
Toobigtoobigtoobig.
I feel like my insides are tearing.
I want it out.
Right now.
My channel relaxes for a split second then clamps tight around him again.
Oh.
“Baby girl,” Jordan kisses me. His lips are soft and oh, so gentle. They sooth and seduce. They take away the searing pain.
Full. I’m still completely full. I don’t know if I like this feeling.
Uncomfortable.
“I’m sorry.” His mouth gently brushes across mine. “I'm sorry I had to hurt you. I’ll make it better. I promise.” He gives me little butterfly kisses all over my face. “Trust me.” His hand finds my breast, and he teases the nipple with a fingertip. A little current of electricity zaps through my body, arcing straight to my pussy. My insides clamp tight around his cock and heat ripples from my center out. I suck in a little gasp. “Yes, that’s the way.” He takes my hands in his and presses them to the mattress. “There is nothing more beautiful than this. We’re joined. At last. Together. You're mine now. And I am yours. Forever.”
I love the sweet words he's muttering. They are so at odds to the feral need burning in his eyes. He’s struggling, fighting, to maintain control. I see it in his jaw, clenched so tight. I see it in his shoulders, flexed to the point of snapping. I see it in eyes, full of dark need.
I am the luckiest girl in the world, to have a lover, a husband, who is so patient and caring. It’s almost too wonderful to be true.
Slowly, he lifts his hips, and his cock slides almost all the way out of me. I feel him moving within me. The sensation is odd, and yet, at the same time, my nerves fire deep inside. Immediately, he pushes deep once more, sliding slowly until he can’t go any deeper, until the head of his cock presses against the entry of my womb. As he tunnels inside, his girth grazes my inner walls, firing nerves and sending rippling waves of pleasure through me. I shudder, my inner walls clamping around him.
Oh.
That feels good.
That feels really good.
He smiles and grinds against me, producing delicious friction against my clit. Then he pulls out again and thrusts deep, and a massive wave of heat pulses through me. Am I still stuffed full of cock? To the point of almost too much? Yes. And there’s still a slight burning sensation. But the pleasure as he moves once again, in and out, in and out, totally overcomes the discomfort. Every time he drives deep, he circles his hips, grinding his lower stomach against my clit. And my body temperature climbs another few degrees.
I curl my fingers, weaving them between his, fingernails digging into the tops of his hands. He shifts slightly, angling his upper body more upright. Then when he thrusts into me, he awakens a whole new set of nerves. With each thrust, heat pulses from our joining, throbbing through my whole body. My hips start to move, rocking forward with him. That adds another layer of pleasure on top of what was already becoming overwhelming. The room fills with the husk of our deep breaths and the musky smell of desire.
This is lovemaking. Not sex. Already, I know this experience has changed me.
Why? Because now I am not just Kelsey.
Now I am half of Jordan. And he is half of me.
Our bodies are joined. Our lives are joined. Our futures are joined. And our souls are joined.
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bsp; For the first time in my life I feel like I matter.
I am loved.
Jordan releases my hands, cups my knees, spreading me as wide as I can be, and reaches between our burning bodies. I watch as he presses a fingertip against my burning clit.
My pussy clamps tight.
I see stars.
He tangles his hands in my hair and kisses me. My mouth fills with his decadent flavor. Deep inside, I feel him swell. The added fullness intensifies the throbbing pleasure building inside me.
“Mine,” he whispers against my lips. His words echo in my head. “Mine forever.”
“Yes.”
“Let go, baby. Surrender to me.”
His words set off a series blazes through my whole body. A rush of nuclear-fission heat blasts through me and my pussy starts convulsing. A scream, my scream, of ecstasy echoes through the room. Jordan growls and slams deeper than ever, and I feel his cum showering the mouth of my womb. And one thought comes to mind as I ride wave upon wave of pure bliss: I could become pregnant. This first time, we could have created a new life.
My heart swells.
He thrusts into me, again and again and again, forcing his cum as deep as it can go. And my body sucks it in. Yes, yes, yes! I want it all. I want all the pleasure. All the joy. Everything he can give me. I wrap my legs around his hips and hook my feet as waves of joy crash over me.
He cups my cheeks. “Kelsey.” Once again his tongue sweeps into my mouth. He sprinkles butterfly kisses over my lips, chin, cheeks, eyelids. “Mine,” he says after every little kiss. “Mine.” Still breathing fast and hard, he rests on top of me.
Yes, I'm his. His forever. A part of him.
We are one now. Nobody can separate us.
Loving the feeling of his weight on me, I close my eyes and just feel. Emotions. Sensations. They’re not as furious as they were. But they’re still intense. Jordan slides his arms beneath me and rolls onto his side, taking me with him. Holding me flush to him, he brushes my hair away from my face. With each caress of his hand, the intense waves ease, and my body grows heavy.
“Are you all right, baby?” he asks.
“Oh yes,” I say, smiling. I feel like I'm high. “I’ve never been better.” My inner walls squeeze and his flaccid cock pops out. So does some of the semen he filled me with.