“Woman…you just about stole my ability to breathe.” His hand over his chest as his gaze roamed over her, Jamie added, “Seriously. You look so good you’re giving me palpitations.” He ambled toward her until he was close enough to touch and she stepped into his arms, cupping his cock in her palm and kneading gently. “My beautiful bride—my chocolate-covered goddess.” His rough, low voice sending a flow of fevered need down her spine, he kissed her with tenderness. “God, how I love you.”
“Mmm, and look at you,” Lyla said, holding Jamie at arm’s length. “Mouth-wateringly sexy. I have exquisite taste if I do say so myself.” Stepping back, she circled him, loving the way Jamie looked so cool and hot at the same time in the ivory silk pajamas she’d selected for him. The cool, light color contrasted beautifully with his warm brown skin. As he stuffed his hands into his pockets she grinned. “You look like one of those enticing travel ads for a hot, tropical getaway.”
“All on board,” Jamie said with a devilish smile, holding his arms out in welcome. “I’m your all-inclusive ticket to paradise, baby.”
“Ooh, and I can’t wait to climb aboard for that deeply satisfying ride.” Her gaze purposely locking on his groin area, Lyla licked her lips. Holding up a finger, she went to her small suitcase. “But, you know, if I’m taking a trip to paradise,” she drew something out of the case and held it behind her back, “it’s only fair that I send my husband on that nice little side trip to seventh heaven he keeps nagging me about.” Lyla laughed and as she walked back toward Jamie she brought her long, shiny black Power Surge 3000 vibrator into open view, holding it aloft as she waved it.
“And that right there looks like my personal passport to ecstasy,” Jamie said, a hungry look in his eyes. “I’ve been waiting to see this a long time. Ever since that first Wednesday night we spent together.”
“I wish I could say you’ve been a patient good boy,” Lyla teased, “but we both know that’s not the case, don’t we, Mr. Persistent?”
Jamie chuckled. “Hey, you can’t blame a guy for trying.” With a wink, he headed for the suite’s bedroom. “I’m going to get myself all nice and situated so I can relax and watch the show.”
Right on his heels, Lyla headed for the opulent upholstered chaise positioned across from the bed, nestled in a corner. After nearly four months with Jamie she wasn’t as shy or nervous about masturbating in front of him anymore, in fact, she was eager to give him a performance he’d never forget. She placed her vibrator on the small gilt-edged table next to the chaise.
“I like my bedroom,” she said admiring the extra detail and elegant touches all around the room, “but I could get used to having sex in a lush bedroom like this real easy.” She fluffed the pillows and sat down, doing her best to strike a glamorous pose as she reclined on one hip and then placed the vibrator next to her.
“You just let me know what you want and I’ll get it done,” Jamie said as he positioned two large bolsters and some of the pillows on the bed to prop himself up. “Price is no object when it comes to creating our own personal pleasure palace.” He waggled his eyebrows.
“Well, that sounds nice.” Lyla twirled her finger around the rope of ivory beads. “I’ve always wanted a plush chaise like this, but I think it would be too big to fit into the bedroom at my apartment or even the one at your house.”
“Yeah,” Jamie nodded. “You need a big house with a huge, fancy bedroom suite like the one in the Taylor property we listed last week over on Juniper Street. You really liked that one.”
“Oh it was magnificent, wasn’t it?” Lyla breathed a dreamy sigh. She’d seen so many houses in her years as a sales agent she thought she’d become jaded until she toured the striking Taylor property the day it came on the market. Move-in ready, she had no doubt it would be snapped up pronto, and she was right. It sold in a bidding war, above the asking price, almost as soon as it went on the market. “I loved that house. Loved it. Everything about it was perfect, from the French doors in the bedroom leading to the balcony overlooking the rose garden, to the state-of-the-art kitchen to the sunken tub in the master bath to…well, everything. Maybe one day we’ll have a place like that for you and me and all our little Donlons.” She patted her belly. “Okay, enough talking,” Lyla announced. “It’s show time for the bridegroom.” She picked up her vibrator.
“Do me a favor, will you, baby?” Jamie folded his arms across his chest.
“Sure, Jamie. What?”
“Go get me the manila envelope at the bottom of my suitcase.”
Lyla cocked her head in disbelief. “Now?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Can’t it wait?”
“Uh-uh.”
Lyla laughed. “Um…sweetheart, can’t you maybe get up and get it yourself? I’m all positioned here on the verge of extreme vibrational pleasure, in case you hadn’t noticed.” She waved the vibrator in the air as a reminder
“Oh believe me, I noticed,” Jamie said, grabbing his cock through the silk pajamas. “Please, baby.”
Breathing a sigh of frustration, Lyla sat up, relatively certain she’d never manage to recapture that perfect sex siren pose again, and did as Jamie requested. “So much for jettisoning that nasty bit about obeying from our vows,” she teased with a grumble as she marched into the other room. “Here you go,” she said when she returned, holding the Macklin Real Estate envelope out to him. “Business before pleasure I see, hmm?”
“Open it,” Jamie said, resting his hands behind his head.
Lyla just stood there and gazed at him a moment. “Did I make a mistake on a file or something? Because if I did, Jamie, this probably isn’t the best time to bring it to my attention, you know? I mean, that could definitely have adverse affects on my wedding night libido, especially right before I’m about to fuck myself senseless in front of my brand new husband for the first time.”
Jamie just laughed. “Open it!” he commanded.
Lyla opened the metal clasp and drew out the papers. “This is a sales contract,” she muttered, scanning the document. “For the Taylor property.” She read down a few more lines and then she looked up at Jamie and frowned. “This is your name on here.”
“That’s probably because I bought it.”
Lyla’s belly flip-flopped and her heart raced. “You bought it?” She swallowed hard. “You mean as another investment property?”
“Nope. It’s my wedding present to you, baby.” He smiled up at her. “When I saw your reaction to that house last week I knew I had to get it for you. I wasn’t going to say anything until we left the hotel and headed home to pick up the rest of our stuff for our honeymoon trip. I was just going to nonchalantly pull into the driveway and hand you the keys. But I think this is even better.”
“Oh my God, Jamie, you—you bought the Taylor property for me?” Her voice rose to a high-pitched squeak. “For us? To live in? Are you serious?” Jamie nodded and Lyla screamed as she jumped on top of him, sprinkling his face with kisses. “Oh you wonderful, wonderful man! I love you, I love you, I love you!” She zeroed in on his mouth, plundering it with her tongue.
“There’s a condition, of course,” Jamie advised once their kiss ended.
“Oh…what’s that?” Lyla asked, straddling him.
“You don’t get the house unless I get my sexy peep show, so get on with it, woman.” He grinned. “I’m getting hornier by the minute.”
Feeling as if she were floating on a cloud, Lyla scampered to the chaise and repositioned herself. “On those Wednesday nights before we met,” she said, “before you were there to pleasure me in person, I had to make do with the vivid fantasies I concocted in my head and, of course, my trusty Jamie-2.” Her fingers stroked along the length of the vibrator.
“Tell me what you thought about, baby.”
“Remember when I told you that when I first saw you it was a case of love at first sight?” Lyla slid the crotch of her teddy aside, slipping a finger between her pussy lips.
“Uh-huh.”
Jamie’s gaze was riveted on her finger’s languid in-and-out movement.
“Well, that was a lie,” Lyla said, adding a second finger, thrusting. “It was more like lust at first sight. You know, the kind of rush you get when you look at someone and want them.” She shoved a third finger in and gasped. “I wanted you, Jamie. Bad.”
“And you got me, baby. I’m all yours. You had me from the first time I saw you, looking just too damn sexy for that business suit you had on.”
“Before we got together,” Lyla continued, drawing her fingers from her vagina, “I thought about how I wanted your big brown hands skimming over my lily-white body.” She smiled, skimming her own fingers from her throat, over one breast and down to rest at her pussy. She cupped her breasts through the silky teddy. “I thought about your hands curving around my breasts like this and finding the nipples that stood there, aching for your touch.” She circled the tips of her breasts with her fingers, shivering slightly as her nipples drew taut beneath her feathery touch. Dragging the teddy down, she freed one breast, plucking at the stiff peak, and then she liberated the other breast, repeating the process. “And then you’d pinch them…mmmm…hard…like this.” Her eyelids fluttered closed and she moaned at the pleasurable sensation as her fingers squeezed and rolled.
“I don’t know if I’m going to make it through this,” Jamie said. Lyla opened her eyes to see twin flames flickering in his eyes as he cupped his groin. “All I can think of while I watch you playing with yourself—which is a beautiful sight—is coming over there and hammering into you so hard it makes you see stars.”
“That sounds delicious.” Lyla squeezed her thighs together. “You’re making me cream. I can feel my pussy getting itself ready for a hot, sweet invasion.”
“I’m on my way,” Jamie said, rising from the pillows.
“Oh no you don’t,” Lyla warned. “You stay put. There’s a house at stake here, remember?” She gave a husky chuckle. “Now just relax and enjoy the show while I do my job, Jamie.”
“Aw, but baby, look at me, I’m hard as a rock.” He uncovered his groin to prove his point and Lyla licked her lips as she saw the dark pillar rising from a pool of creamy satin and proudly saluting the ceiling.
“Oh that’s beautiful,” she said, her tone reverent as she fought the urge to race over to the bed and impale herself on his magnificent cock. “But you still have to stay there and watch. Hmm, I know…why don’t you let me watch you stroke that big, thick gorgeous cock of yours while I’m pleasuring myself? After all, fair is fair.”
“That should be easy enough,” Jamie said, wrapping a hand around his shaft and pumping slowly. Lyla found her gaze glued to the action. “Because my favorite fantasy is sitting there right across the room from me.”
“You can’t come until I tell you it’s time though,” Lyla instructed, dragging her eyes from his cock to his lust-tinged features. “I have plans.” She gave a devilish smile as she drew the beads across her tongue.
“That’s a deal,” Jamie agreed. “But I just might have to spank that big beautiful white ass of yours for punishment.”
“Big?” Lyla said, zeroing in on the word.
“In the best possible way.” Jamie nodded. “It’s just the right size to jiggle while I put you over my knee and hold a pretty pink imprint of my hand when I swat it.”
Lyla’s pussy gushed. “Damn, it’s getting hot in here,” she said.
“Maybe you should take off that little slip thing you’re wearing. It looks mighty hot to me.”
“It’s a teddy,” Lyla said, shrugging off the sheer robe and then stepping out of her teddy.
“Oh yeah, that’s much better. And maybe you should put that see-through thing back on just so you don’t catch a chill,” Jamie suggested in a low, sexy rumble. His grin was slow and suggestive, wicked, as his hand pumped his cock with languorous strokes. “And leave on those high heels and that necklace.”
Shivering at the desire in his eyes, Lyla complied, slipping the barely there floor-length robe back on. She strode to the mirror over the dresser, looked at her nakedness through the sheer voile and smiled. She looked good. Damn good.
“Dayum, you look hot. Now I can see those gumdrop nipples and those glistening wet curls. Yeah, I like that.” He pumped harder.
Pointing a chastising finger at him as she returned to the chaise, Lyla reminded, “Remember, don’t come yet.”
Jamie slowed his hand. “You’re not making this easy.”
“Good.” She winked. Sitting up against the back of the chaise, she spread her thighs, resting a leg over either side of the seat. Her voice dipped low. “Like the view, Mr. Donlon?”
“You already know the answer to that, baby. What I’m trying to figure out is how you can sit there all hot and teasing and sexy and wide open and yet still have sweet and innocent stamped all over you. You make my primal instincts run wild.” Jamie was raking her up and down with his eyes like a parched man who’d just discovered an oasis.
Lyla picked up her vibrator and turned it on low. With slow precision, she circled each areola and feathered the tip of the vibrator on her nipples. She followed that up by skimming the strand of beads over the hard peaks, whimpering little moans as the carved beads scraped against her sensitive flesh. Then she took Jamie-2 on a sensuous little trip from her breasts, down her belly and bringing it to rest just above her pussy. “Whenever I did this I would think about how it made me shudder just to look at you from across a room, Jamie. How much I wanted your mouth on me, your hands on me and your cock right here.” She teased her slit with the vibrator. “I wanted it sliding back and forth against my clitoris, just like this.” She massaged her clit and shuddered, taking care not to make herself come just yet. “But most of all, I wanted your cock pounding deep inside my cunt, fucking me, Jamie. Just like this.” She plunged the vibrator into the slick heat of her dripping pussy and as the heady sensations gripped her, Lyla threw back her head and moaned.
“Oh Lyla, baby, I can’t hold out much longer. This is too much. Too hot. Too damn fucking hot.”
“Come over here, Jamie. I need you.”
Jamie was at her side in an instant. “Oh Lord, baby, I want to fuck you until you cry.” He started to straddle her.
“No.” Lyla panted, bracing her hand against his chest. “I want you to watch me come as I fuck myself, Jamie. And I want you to fuck yourself to completion with my breasts.” She brought one of his hands to her breast. As he squeezed, she caught the nipple of her other breast between her fingers, compressing the taut bud. “Jamie, baby, I want to see your creamy white cum shooting all over my breasts and belly.”
He lifted an eyebrow in silent surprise and then she watched the sultry droop of his eyes as the idea fully registered. His big body shuddered with bliss at her suggestion. Kneeling between her spread thighs, he didn’t speak, he only groaned as he nestled his cock between Lyla’s breasts, holding them together as he pumped. She heard a cry catch in his throat and knew Jamie was going to come soon.
Clicking her vibrator on high, she brought it down, hovering just over her slick, eager clit as she watched the muscles of Jamie’s face tighten, straining with pleasure. His eyes were open, watching while his cock fucked her breasts. Lyla looked down, mesmerized for a moment by the contrast of his dark shaft poking in and out between her white breasts and his honey-brown hands sandwiching her pale skin. He grabbed his cock and pressed it hard against one of her nipples. Gritting his teeth, Jamie tensed, bellowing out a deep, feral roar as an explosive burst of white, hot cream cascaded over her breast.
Lyla brought the vibrator to her clit, crying out as the first compelling wave gripped her. Still pulsing, Jamie shifted his cock to her other breast, shooting strong and hard as he bathed her, branded her, with his hot male essence. They were still shuddering, convulsing almost, when he collapsed on top of her.
“Have I told you lately how much I love you, my beautiful bride?” Jamie said some time later.
Lyla was just coming out of the fog herself. “I love you too. More than you’ll ever know.” She wrapped her arms around him.
“I think we made quite a mess.” Jamie chuckled, lifting himself off Lyla.
“Mmm-hmm. We are a bit soggy. But I never had so much fun creating a mess in all my life.”
“Me too. And we’ll have even more fun cleaning each other off in the shower.”
Lyla’s gaze zeroed in on Jamie’s flaccid cock and then at the ornate gilded clock on the table next to the chaise. “You have nine minutes.”
“Hey, you gave me ten last time.”
“My goal is to get you down to five. I’m not a patient woman.” Lyla winked.
Jamie shrugged off his silk pajama top, balled it up and then used it to wipe the semen from their torsos. “After that performance, baby, you get the house, a brand new car, a lifetime supply of Snickers and anything else you damn well please.” He brushed an affectionate kiss across her lips.
“You sound like a game show host.” Lyla laughed. “All I really want is the key to your heart, Mr. Donlon.”
“You already have that, Mrs. Donlon. It’s yours today, tomorrow and forever.” He kissed her again.
As Jamie got to his feet, Lyla gazed up at him and asked, “Did you mean that about the lifetime supply of Snickers?”
Jamie laughed. “I’ll build you your own personal chocolate cellar, right next to our wine cellar. How’s that? Tell you what, I’ll even throw in an unlimited supply of those pricey chocolate truffles you save for Wednesday nights.”
“Sounds perfect.” Lyla got up from the chaise and flattened her palm against Jamie’s firm abdomen. “And you should make sure there’s a little cot in there so we can make mad, passionate love in the midst of all that chocolate. We’d have chocolate orgasms in the truest sense.” Lyla’s whole body tingled at the thought.
“I don’t know…” Jamie wrinkled his nose. “The smell of all that sweet chocolate might be too much.”
“Silly boy. The words too much and chocolate should never be used in the same sentence,” Lyla informed him.
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