Forever Attraction

by S. K. Logsdon

  “You’re so tight and feel so good, my sexy wife.” He moans, his hot breath on my ear.

  “Oh… God…oh… God…” I squeal, as his perfection hits my clit and g-spot in unison.

  “Do you want to come? Do you want to come for your husband?”

  “Yes…more, Brad, I need more.” I push back against him, meeting his forceful pounds with my eager pussy. Riding the razors edge of climactic heaven.

  His arms wrap around my body and suddenly he’s out of me, I’m facing him and he’s pushing me backward into the shower stall. My back pressed against the cold tiles. With a quick flip of the wrist he’s got the shower steamy and hot and hitching my legs around his waist.

  “Here this might help.” He lowers me onto his cock until I am so full I can feel his length resting deep inside my belly.

  “Brad, you’re so big.” I moan, wrapping my arms around his big neck. Reveling in the sight of my man’s hands gripping my hips, and leaning back so I can marvel at his amazing physique. All coated in tattoos and wide protuberant muscles.

  “I’m glad you like.” He smiles shyly and leans in, capturing my lips in a warm succulent kiss. As his cock begins to slowly rock in and out of me. Reawakening the walls of my hot core.

  “I love you.” He says against my mouth.

  “I love you more.”

  Tenderly he takes his time coaxing my walls, teasing them, until my legs are left shaky and on the verge of coming, hard.

  “Stop teasing me.” I rake my nails down his shoulders. “I thought you were going to fuck your wife?”

  “Oh, I will, but I’m going to savor this. Bringing you closer and closer to exploding around my dick. Stopping. Then fucking you harder.” He picks up the pace and I writhe on the edge. “See, baby. Claiming you isn’t about orgasms, it’s about learning about that sweet body of yours.” He suckles my neck and hammers hard into my pussy. My nails grip into flesh, making him grunt loudly.

  Oh, yes, my baby likes pain. I dig them in harder and his pace quickens. Shit, I’m close. My breathing kicks up and I moan, biting my lip. Fuck… I’m…yes…

  My body jerks and I explode, eyes rolling into the back of my head. My body convulsing like a fish out of water. Oh hell, oh hell, yes, yes, yes. I spasm again. I can’t stop. As the orgasmic wave pushes into another, his cock relentlessly pushes me further over another blissful edge of pure carnal satisfaction.

  Opening my eyes post release, I smile. Watching Brad achieving his climax, face contorted. His body thrusting short spurts. Hot come erupting inside me, pulse after pulse. I clamp down around him and brace my hands around his neck. As he grunts his final release. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

  “That. Was. Amazing.” He presses his forehead against mine. His chest heaving hot and heavy breaths. The steam in the shower enveloping us in a cloud of moist air.

  “Yes, it was, sweetie. Let me down so you can rest.” I kiss his nose quick and he helps me down to ground level. Another amazing sexcapade with my man. My. Man. What a strange concept. A wonderful one. But a strange one. One I don’t know if I’ll be able to wrap my head around for a while.

  Grabbing the soap, Brad helps wash me, paying extra special attention to the rather dirty parts between my sensitive folds. His hand grazes my clit. Apparently washing it twice isn’t enough. He has to go back over it a fifth and then a sixth. Until I am quaking and ready to burst.

  My knees shake. “That’s enough.” I tease, grabbing the back of his hand, holding it to my mound.

  “It’s never enough.” He quips back, grazing my protruding clit with the tip of his nail. The overwhelming sensation rockets up my spine and my knees buckle. Brad catches me in his arms. “A little intense?” he taunts.

  My eyelids flutter and I faintly nod. “Yes,” I wispily state, cradled in his arms. My head resting on his warm, wet, chest. My clit throbbing with every beat of my heart.

  “Let’s take you to bed then.” Brad quickly washes my hair, and rinses it. Turning off the shower, he helps me from the heated stall and dries me thoroughly before he escorts me into the bedroom and helps me into bed. Naked, we both lie down beside each other. His hand kindly combing through my damp locks.

  “You’re very beautiful, Alexis.” He whispers, lovingly.

  With droopy tired eyes, I roll onto my side to face him. A tiny smile tugs at my lips, as I stare at his body. “You’re the hot one.” I mutter and his face turns bright red with embarrassment.

  “Are not.” He leans in, pecking me softly on the nose.

  “Are too.” I sigh, my eyes leisurely taking in handsomeness. Sipping it like a fine bourbon. Savoring it, committing ever single inch of him to memory. This is our honeymoon. This is the beginning of our new life together. So much we have to learn. So much I can’t wait to unfold. “Tell me about your aspirations.”

  “You know most of them.” He replies, his eyes burrowing into mine.

  “Yes. Some. Like restaurant wise. But I’m speaking on a deeper level.”

  “Um…” He looks up toward the headboard breaking eye contact. “I…umm… I dunno… you tell me first.”

  “No.”

  “What if I say something you don’t want to hear?” he’s fast to add.

  “I expect the truth. Nothing more, nothing less.” I reassure, sliding my hand up his abs, to rest on his thick chest.

  “I want kids.” Brad blurts, closing his eyes, his forehead creasing. A painful expression cloaking his sexy features.

  “I do too.”

  His face relaxes.

  “I want three.” He says.

  “That’s fine with me.”

  “I want to live in the city and raise a family. I love the city and most importantly I want to live in New York City so I can work and be close to my mama and sister.”

  “Agreed.” I nod.

  Our easy conversation carries on for twenty or so minutes. Until my eyes become heavy and in my husband’s arms I fall fast asleep. Dreaming of him and our bright future together.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Thanks so much for that delicious meal, Brad. You didn’t have to do that for us too. Mama and I just finished watching a Hallmark movie by the fireplace.” Amy explains, gathering the remaining dishes from the table and carrying them into the kitchen.

  “What are husbands for?” Brad quips with a heart rendering smile, just for me. Making my insides all gooey. I’ve never known a man could make a woman feel the way Brad does me. It’s strange…really.

  Today was the second day in my new life. Or that’s how I view it. Wouldn’t you? I’ve used it spending quality time with my new husband and his family.

  Amy was gracious enough to have biscuits and gravy hot and ready for us this morning. And this afternoon Brad and I went on a four wheeling excursion through the forest that surrounds the B&B. It was a first for me. Other than catching a bit of a chill when we reached high speeds, it was thrilling. I laughed like I’ve never done before. I experienced almost like a newborn, a life that I didn’t have to calculate my every move in order to keep a man happy. I was being me for the first time in years.

  My favorite part of the entire ride was holding onto my Brad. His warm back seeped through the fabric in the front of my long-sleeved shirt and I relished in it. When we slowed a bit to cruise through the nearly barren trees I played with his gorgeous member through his jeans. Making him hard as a rock. And there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. Except come to an abrupt stop, peel me off the back of the four wheeler, and hastily remove my jeans. Before he maneuvered me into his lap, his cock jutting out of the front of his unbuttoned pants. Brad’s cock speared into me and I cried out in ecstasy. My arms clung around his neck, his hands cupping my ass, helping me ride his thick member. It didn’t take long and I came so hard that my voice echoed through the tress. My nails leaving claw marks in their wake. Love pinches, is what he’s come to call them. It’s not that I want to inflict damage. But it’s nearly impossible for me to
contain myself when I’m riding so high on pleasure, the rest of my actions somehow become involuntary.

  Afterward we came back here to Lolita’s to shower together and take a short cat nap. When I woke, I had a single rose next to me in bed and a note that said I wasn’t to come down until my dinner escort came to retrieve me from my bed chambers. I waited and dressed in a pretty black cocktail dress. My husband then arrived to our room at seven on the dot wearing a suit and tie and carrying a bundle of roses for me. Upon exiting the room he placed my arm into his and walked me down the stairs to our fancy candlelit dinner in the dining room. It was so romantic. We chatted for hours and sipped on wine. A perfect ending to a perfect day.

  “What shall we do next, wife?” Brad stands by my chair, skidding it along the floor. His hand reaches out to me. I accept it into mine and stand, meeting him toe-to-toe. Brad’s arms don’t wait as they engulf me in a loving embrace and he kisses my forehead.

  “I dunno, husband, what should we do?” I tease, bumping my hips forward. He grunts his reply and those naughty hands of his slowly caress down my back until he reaches my butt, where he squeezes it.

  “I think we should skinny dip in the hot tub.” He mutters in suggestion.

  I’ve never done that before. You’d think rich men would take me into a hot tub. But romancing is not typically their style. Unlike Brad, who’s become quite the charmer. I think I could get used to this.

  “Alright.” I smile up at him.

  Slowly, arm in arm we make our way out back of Lolita’s and he helps me strip my clothes off, a little at a time. Every inch that he exposes, is replaced with a warm kiss that forces the butterflies to batter wildly on my insides. And my pussy dampens with a deep seeded need to be filled with his massive cock. It clenches and unclenches with remembrance of what it feels like to be whole, to be consumed in the man you are to spend forever with.

  Holding onto my hand, now completely naked, Brad helps me into the steaming water. The heat envelopes my skin and I groan, succumbing to relaxation as I sink into the roiling bubbles. Brad undresses himself, then comes to join me.

  “This feels awesome.” He groans, resting his head against the rim of the whirlpool, his hand resting on my knee under the water.

  “Yes it does.” I fold my fingers through his, leaning my head onto his muscled shoulder.

  Quietly we sit for what feels like forever in the company of one another. His hand in mine. Sweat beads on my forehead from the heat. The steam billows heavily off the hot tub, mixing with the cool air of the night. I allow my mind to drift. To wander into places and possibilities I’ve never considered before. Falling into a meditative state of feasible potential and heightened arousal. The softness of his skin brushing my arm, the way his hand fits perfectly into mine. All of it becomes a trigger. Sexually, emotionally, physically. Tears that I haven’t shed in a long while, well in my eyes. The more my mind wanders and succumbs to my new life. The more I become overwhelmed in gratitude and love. To have married a man that I might not know very well. But to feel more complete with him than I have with anyone in my life. To seemingly fit like two puzzle pieces. I know it sounds fucking crazy. But it’s true.

  Lost in emotions, I swipe a tear from my eye.

  “What’s wrong, baby.” Brad’s worried tone jolts my system, breaking the pregnant silence. And I lose it. The tears of relief and love, come flooding like waterfalls down my face. I cling to his hand for dear life. How I ever went so long living as a glorified hooker is beyond me. To feel unloved, only used for sex. To be discarded like you don’t matter. Becoming an object and not a person. You never think about that until you really let yourself dwell on it. The money, the glamor, the amazing sex. None of it matters. The only thing that does is love, support and family.

  Brad lifts me into his lap. My knees straddle his thick thighs and he presses my head to his shoulder. Slowly he rocks me in the hot water, our body melding as one.

  “Shhhhh.” He rubs my hair down my back, as I openly weep. Holding my arms around his neck.

  “Shhhhh, honey.” He coaxes in a gentle tone. “It’s going to be alright.”

  I nod into his neck and minutes pass. The tears that once flowed like a river begin to dry and my breathing returns to normal.

  “Talk to me.” He speaks, grabbing my cheeks and pulling my head from his shoulder. His blue eyes creased with worry, stare into mine. Brad’s thumbs rub the remnants of tears from my cheeks. “Talk to me.” He repeats.

  “I’m thankful for you.” I mutter with a half-smile.

  “I’m thankful for you.” I lean in and capture his mouth with a kiss. Slowly our tongues tango in a dance of desire. His thick cock hardens between us and Brad lifts me, positioning his cock at my entrance and I sink it down, gliding it into me. In perfect sync we moan into each other’s mouth as his thick member comes to rest in my needy core.

  “You feel so good.” He whispers against my lips.

  “Oh… Brad… you’re so big...” I moan, in a wanton whisper.

  Rocking my hips in his lap, we make love. Up and down with shallow strokes I feel him connecting us. Our bodies becoming one.

  “I want to make a baby.” He growls, digging his fingers into my hips. Bucking his dick deep into my sex.

  Throwing my head back I cry out in pleasure.

  “I want to make a baby.” He growls, firmer, more possessively this time. Pounding into my pussy. Drawing me under his spell. Turning our love making into a carnal act of ownership. Of marking me, making me his.

  “Okay.” I moan, arching my back. My breasts heaving upward.

  “No more birth control.” He thrusts deep and my eyes roll back into my head. “No more.” He repeats.

  Brad’s head dips down and his mouth sucks my nipple into his mouth. Nibbling it between his teeth.

  “We’re making a baby. Say it.” He demands, as he sucks on my breast.

  “We’re making a baby.” I cry out and then it happens. He jack hammers my pussy and I lose all train of thought. The world tilts on axis and I succumb to his tantalizing onslaught. Tit sucking, pussy fucking, grunting as he fills me over and over with each powerful thrust.

  “I’m coming.” I suddenly scream, my pussy milking his cock like a vice. Growling, he follows me over the brink and we come together. Convulsing in each other’s arms. His hot come shooting deep into my pussy.

  Leaning my head forward, I cuddle him. His cock still resting inside my tingling over sexed core.

  “I can’t get enough of you. I feel like a damn teenager.” He chuckles, kissing my cheek.

  “You and me both. Did I hurt you, again?”

  Reaching behind his neck he probes his flesh and laughs. “Yeah, but it’s hot. I like it when you mark me.”

  “Do you always like that kind of pain?”

  “I fucking love it. That’s what makes me come. When you’re all sexy, writhing on me, your eyes closed, letting me fuck you however I want. I know when I’ve got you close, when your nails nip into my skin and your body freezes. It sets me off. You come so beautifully. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen in my entire life.”

  “And here I thought Brad, my new husband was going to be shy.” I tease, nuzzling my nose into his neck.

  “Sounds like I might have a grandbaby soon.” Mama calls into the night sky.

  Brad and I instantly start to laugh.

  “Your mother I swear.” I nudge him.

  “She’s not just my mother. She’s yours now, too. Overbearing and all of that. Welcome to the family, my dear wife.”

  “Hey, I just want a grandbaby. Now get to it. I wanna hear more of those moans coming from outside in the next half an hour.” Mama yells and I shake my head, snickering. That woman. The first few times she’s mentioned our loud sex I blushed embarrassed. Now, I expect it.

  “Well?” Brad winks, “You wanna go again?”

  Playfully I smack him in the shoulder. “If you make me come like you just did, I don’t think we’re e
ver going to get much else done.”

  An hour later, tired, worn out, and thoroughly fucked, Brad and I climb out of the hot tub and dry off with some towels that magically appeared by the back door. Mama; that naughty woman.

  Wrapped in towels we quickly tiptoe up the stairs and to our bedrooms. It’s been another long but amazing day. I am one lucky woman.

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Come here, you.” Brad says, snatching me up into his arms. Carrying me like a baby.

  “Fine, but don’t get use to this.” I scold, with a playful smile. Tucking my head against his chest.

  “Onward to a new life, with my new wife.” He chuckles and steps over the threshold into his big apartment, in Manhattan.

  It’s been the most fantastic week of my life. Brad and I spent the entire week at Lolita’s with Amy and Mama. Sure, it was a bit strange to basically have a honeymoon with your in-laws. Although I can’t complain. Amy treated us with a homemade breakfast every morning, didn’t interrupt our sleeping in habits, made us hot chocolate to sip by the fire, allowed us to skinny dip in the hot tub and tended to our every need as she would any other guest. It was pleasant seeing that side of her. She has a knack for caring and catering to guests.

  Needless to say Brad is making up for not having sex in a year. We’ve done it upwards of six times a day. I’m so sore I can barely walk. But I’ve been hiding that little tidbit from him. I don’t need him to worry. I love the feeling of having him inside of me. There is nothing like it. Raw male meat sliding inside a tender awaiting hole, my pussy loves him just as much as I do. And I wouldn’t change that in the world, not even for less pain.

  We also got a chance this week to chat a little about our future. We kind of skipped that major step and jumped straight into marriage. So far so good. After much deliberation we are planning on trying to get pregnant soon. While Brad gets the restaurant up and functioning. He spent hours on the phone this week with a few of his managers about the progress. When he was engrossed in that, I sat with Amy and we painted our toenails and chatted about girly things, like Pretty Little Liars. It’s a TV show, which I personally don’t watch, I don’t have the time. Amy’s a huge fan. So I got to hear all about it. As well as little bits and pieces about Teen Wolf and some show called Bones. That one’s her favorite. I’m clueless about it all. Sad, but true.