by Fiona Cole
Lifting my head, I looked up into his eyes, wanting to get lost in the depths and layers of brown. He leaned down and kissed my cheek working his way to my ear where he nipped at it with his teeth.
“I can’t wait to see you pregnant with my child.” His words sent a shiver of excitement down my body. “Does that excite you? Being filled with my seed?”
I didn’t answer, just swallowed hard and buried my head in his chest to hide the flush working its way up my chest.
“That first trimester, when everything is so sensitive,” he growled from deep in his chest. “Oh, Ana. I’ll suck on your full breasts, torture them, wrap them around my dick and fuck them. They’ll be so eager for my touch, I’ll probably be able to make you come just by playing with them.”
“Kevin.” I said his name on a desperate breath, squeezing my thighs against the ache his words created.
“Are you turned on, Ana? Do my words excite you, right here in front of all these people? I bet I could make you come with my words alone. And you would, for me.”
My whole body shook with need and I held tightly to his neck, scared he would do it. Terrified that he wouldn’t.
I could feel his breath against my neck and waited for him to begin when we were interrupted by an announcement.
“Passengers on flight one-five-two-three, to Jamaica, need to proceed to the desk. Flight one-five-two-three to Jamaica has been canceled. Please see check in for information.”
10
Kevin
“What do you mean there aren’t any flights?” I tried to keep my voice as low and calm as possible. “What about a red-eye?” As the airline attendant looked at me with a drooping smile, I had an inkling of what Ana had been going through the past month.
“I’m so sorry, sir. We didn’t expect a hurricane, but it formed quick and turned to hit the Caribbean. There are no flights going in or out.”
My hand dug into my hair and I fisted it, pulling at the longer strands in frustration. I could feel Ana behind me and I didn’t even want to turn and see the disappointment on her face. “What about tomorrow? Will flights be open then?”
Before I even finished, she was shaking her head. “I’m sorry, sir. Everything is grounded until further notice.” I swallowed the anger building in my throat. It wasn’t her fault, I tried to remind myself. “Have you thought about maybe going north?” she offered with a smile. “Canada is great this time of year.”
My eyes wide, I stared and tried to process the flood of anger rolling through me and it all came out as a laugh. “North?” Another laugh sounding a little more manic than the last. “North. Ma’am,” I looked down are her name tag, “Susan, I have a suitcase full of swim trunks, and bikinis, specifically picked for the beach. I don’t think that will keep us sufficiently warm in the north while we go on our honeymoon.” I was shouting by the time I finished, and opened my mouth to continue when I felt her slim fingers slide over my shoulder and ground me.
“Kevin.” Her soft voice soothed my rage faster than anything ever could. Dropping my head, I took deep breaths as Ana stepped up beside me and spoke to Susan. “We understand you can’t control the weather. We’ve just hit a few speedbumps getting here. It’s been a long day.” Ana’s hand dropped down my arm and her pinky linked with mine as she shifted to look at me. “But no matter how much of a shit-show everything is, it doesn’t matter, because we’re husband and wife and nothing can change that.”
She repeated the words back to me that I’d used to convince her this morning. God, that seemed like forever ago.
Lifting my head, I met my wife’s ocean blue eyes. Then I turned to Susan. “I’m sorry. It’s been a long day.”
“And I’m sorry this happened. You can contact the airline and either exchange your ticket, reschedule once flights are open again, or get a refund. Here’s the number right here.”
“Thank you,” Ana said with a smile as she took the card.
We grabbed our things and walked out of the terminal to the carousel where we collected our bags. We didn’t speak when we reached the car. We just got in, and we each took a heavy breath, letting the silence and our presence comfort each other.
“Take me home, Kevin. It doesn’t matter where we are, I just want to spend my wedding night with you.”
My eyes burned as love for her surged through me. The most understanding woman I’d ever met. Kind. Patient. More than I deserved. And somehow, I’d convinced her to marry me today on a whim. Fuck, I was lucky.
I let idea after idea pass through my mind as I tried to decide what to do. Finally, something came to me. I lifted her hand to my lips and pressed a hard kiss to the soft skin. “Don’t give up just yet. We can make tonight at least a little special.”
I started the car and looked up the nicest, closest hotel to us. I wanted to get her alone soon. Her eyes lit up when we pulled in.
“A hotel. You couldn’t wait the full thirty minutes to take me home?”
“I’m barely making it through the seconds to have you.”
I got out of the car and went to go check us in to a suite, only to be told that they were full. A wedding was taking place that weekend and the hotel was booked.
Determined to not give up, I went to the next one.
A large family reunion. How fucking large?
The next: a sports convention.
The next after that: half the hotel was under construction.
Ana tried to get me to give up, but we were in an area with a lot of hotels, and I wasn’t quitting so easy. She just shook her head and let me continue.
One after another, we got turned away from hotels.
“I have a feeling this is what Joseph and Mary felt like. Soon, we’ll be sleeping in the stables. All I’m missing is a baby.”
I barked out a laugh. “If you’re pregnant with anyone’s baby, it better be mine.”
We pulled up to the last hotel: a La Quinta Inn. I sent up a small prayer before I walked through the doors, a look of determination on my face. I wasn’t leaving here without a room, even if it was a stable.
“We have two rooms. One is a double queen, and another is a king with a fold out.”
Slapping my hand on the counter in victory, scaring the clerk, I said, “I’ll take the king.”
I walked out to Ana, waving a key card around like it was the winning lottery ticket. She clapped her hands behind the glass and smiled. It sure as hell felt like I’d won the lottery.
As I drove in search of a parking spot close to our room, I stopped when I spotted a twenty-four-hour store across the street.
“Hang on. I want to grab one more thing.”
“Okay,” she dragged the word out, confused, but didn’t question me on it.
I ran in, quickly snatched up the things I came for and asked for paper bags at checkout. Ana eyed me placing the bags in the bag, but I gave her hard stare. “Face forward, young lady.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You can save that for later tonight. Now let’s go celebrate being husband and wife in the best way we know how.”
11
Ana
“So, the LaQuinta. Their motto is Wake up on the brighter side of life,” I joked.
“Well let’s see what we can do about that,” Kevin said with a smirk over his shoulder.
The green light blinked after Kevin swiped the key card. He opened the door just enough to put the bags and our suitcase inside before turning to me. With one arm behind my back, he swept the other under my legs and carried me past the threshold.
“Oh, so now we’re doing it the normal way?”
He nipped at my lips. “Trust me, baby. This will be the only thing we do the normal way tonight.”
Heat slid down my spine, straight to my core, anticipation of finally finding a place to celebrate our marriage. The door slammed heavily behind us and Kevin took long strides into the hotel room. He stood at the foot of the bed, his arms locked tightly around me, and began to trail wet sucking kis
ses up my neck to my ear.
“It’s our wedding night, baby. Be a good girl and fight me.”
And then I was flying through the air before I landed across the bed. With excitement tingling through my limbs, I began to back up toward the headboard. Kevin prowled toward me with a predatory smile and grabbed my ankle, dragging me toward him.
I tried to roll away and used my other leg to push him, but he grabbed the other ankle and worked me between his legs.
“You’re adorable,” he laughed.
I didn’t want to be adorable. I wanted to be feisty and hard, and I wanted him to take it from me.
Leaning up, I shoved and began slapping at his chest. “Get off me,” I ordered.
“Make me,” Kevin taunted back.
Blow after blow, he blocked them, the smirk never leaving his full lips. Each time my hands stung after a hit, excitement zipped through my body. Finally, he gripped my wrists and pulled me toward him to kiss me, and I turned my head to give him my cheek. He gripped my wrists in one hand, using the other to dig into my hair and hold me in place.
“You’re mine, Anabelle. I’ll take what I want and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it.”
I couldn’t help it, I whimpered in pleasure and pushed my aching breasts into him.
“Such a dirty girl,” he breathed the words into my neck, trailing his tongue tortuously slow down my throat, over my collar bone and between my breasts. Then he pushed me back on the bed, holding my wrists above me. “Stay put.”
I watched him as he rose up and began removing his suit jacket, then slowly unbuttoning his white dress shirt. Unable to stop myself, I rolled my hips, squeezing my thighs together, trying to relieve the throb between my legs as each ripple of his abs was revealed to me.
“Kevin,” I begged.
He got as far as removing his belt and unfastening his pants, and I moved my hands to touch him. He flipped me over until I was face down, one hand between my shoulder blades, holding me in place.
“I told you not to move.”
Kevin’s hands dragged down my body to my hips where he pulled until my knees were under me. He lifted my dress to above my waist. The cool air conditioning of the room blowing across my wet core.
“What am I going to do with a dirty girl who misbehaves? Hmm, Anabelle?”
I never got a chance to answer when a loud crack rang throughout the room. A burning sting radiating from my ass.
Crack. Another landed in the same spot as before. And another and another, all in a single spot. My mouth fell open and cries I couldn’t hold back, spilled out. He began moving the spankings elsewhere, occasionally coming back to the original spot. It kept me on my toes, never settling into the burn across my flesh.
Each hit began to heat my body. The way he said nothing, just landed his large palm on my ass, marking me. I imagined the red hand prints covering my behind, and I moaned.
“Such a dirty girl. Enjoying being spanked like a child.”
“No,” I gasped.
“Really, Anabelle?” he questioned, reaching down to my core and shoving two fingers deep. He made sure to drag them out slowly and in the silence, I could hear my wetness trying to suck him back in. “Deny it for me now. Tell me you’re not on the verge of an orgasm now as the sounds of your wet cunt fill the room.” He rotated his fingers and began rubbing at the front wall of my core.
My blood pumped harder and heat spread through my whole body. The burning on my ass a reminder of his mark on my body. Turning my face into the blankets, I curled my toes, tightened every muscle in my body and came. It felt endless and even the sheets couldn’t muffle the wild cries of pleasure as I pushed myself back on his fingers.
He slowed his movements and my body shook as it came crashing back to Earth. His hand smoothed over my burning skin, soothing the heat. “Good girl. You’re such a good girl, Ana.”
My body jerked when he slid his fingers from my pussy and dragged them up to my other opening. He used my cum as lube and pushed one finger in.
“I’d love to fuck this tight ass of yours, make you feel the burn of my ownership, but I don’t have any lube.” He pulled his finger out and kissed the tight opening. “Next time.”
I went to fall to the bed, and let my muscles relax, but he held me in place. “Kevin?”
“Not yet, baby. I want to fuck you long and hard tonight and with the way today has been, you being a constant tease withholding your pussy, I need this now.”
Kevin dragged his palm along the wetness coating my core and I could hear the slap of skin on skin. Shifting just enough, I watched his arms, his chest and core, flex as he roughly moved his hand up and down his thick cock. I had a flashback to the time I caught him jacking off to porn. To the time where all this started. My core squeezed at the memory, at the vision of my husband staring down at me and stroking himself.
“I said I wanted to come on this dress again,” he said breathlessly.
And with that, he pushed forward and shot long, hot streams of white cum on the back of my dress and ass. His groans of pleasure sent goose bumps along my skin and I felt ready to explode all over again.
“Now,” he said, “let’s take that dress off.” My zipper slid down my back and he used my hair to pull me up to sit against him, the material falling from my body. I leaned back, resting my head on his shoulder and kissed him. His hands roamed my breasts, pinching my nipples as we sat there making out, our tongues tangling in their own dance. Tasting each other like it was the first time we’d ever done it.
Soon, I was on my back, my dress discarded on the floor, probably ruined forever. I didn’t care. I would keep it as a memento for the most perfect night of my life. He stripped himself of his pants, tossing them aside to join my damaged wedding dress, and gently spread my thighs, falling between them.
Kevin rained kisses down my thighs until they trembled in anticipation. He made me wait, the torture coming in the desperate need to feel his tongue on me, inside me. When he finally did, I cried out, relishing the feel of his soft licks, forceful probes, and gentle bites. But he ate me like a dessert, sweet and slow, and like any normal couple would have sex.
But we weren’t normal. And his hands trailed up my body, and while he made love to my pussy with his mouth, his hands were cruel to my breasts, squeezing hard and pulling, twisting, and pinching at my nipples. The juxtaposition made it hard to focus, unsure of the dueling feelings within my body, making the ache all the sweeter. Making the way my body bowed off the bed in pleasure all the more intense.
He finally knelt, my thighs laid on his. He rested the head of his dick at my opening, barely entering me, as he pushed my thigh high until I winced.
“Does that hurt?” he asked.
“Yes,” I gasped.
He pushed further, and a cry fell from my lips. “Good.”
And then he was inside me. Finally. He filled me and my whole body trembled like it was our first time all over again. The emotion swamped me, and my chest heaved to catch up to the rush of hormones surging through me.
“Kevin. Kevin,” I whimpered. “I love you. I love you so much.”
His body fell on mine, my leg still firmly pushed too far, the burn aching deliciously.
“I love you, Anabelle.” He began moving in me slowly, never letting his eyes leave mine. The love and adoration washed over me, filling my chest almost too full. He moved over me gently, sliding in and out, grinding his pelvis to my clit. He kissed me softly and rough.
I returned every thrust, rocking my hips up to meet his. Arching back to give him access to my breasts as he bit them hard, still moving achingly slow inside me. This was our love. This was our normal. Sweet lovemaking with pain and bites and taking more than we can give.
“I love you.” He groaned the words into my neck, picking up his pace. “My best friend. My anchor and understanding in a world that doesn’t.” A hard thrust. “My wife.”
“Kevin. Kevin.” I chanted his name, racing toward a
finish I both desperately craved and never wanted to come so I never had to stop this feeling.
“I want to make you come so hard that you cry. I want to see the wet tracks fall down your cheeks, before licking them up, desperate to taste your pain.”
And he did. He pushed deeper, harder, dug his fingers into my tender flesh. And I came. With my husband making love to me, the man of my dreams, I came harder than ever before. It crashed over me and mixed with the joy of the day, and I cried. Tears flowed freely, unable to control the storm of emotions raging inside me.
His tongue snaked out across my cheek and he groaned with his release, holding himself deep inside me as he came.
“You know what?” I said an hour later.
We sat on the bed, his dress shirt covering my breasts, but still left unbuttoned.
He’d remained naked, but covered under the sheets.
Between us sat a round cake, with white frosting and rainbow sprinkles on top of it. Chunks of it missing as we dug our forks in for another bite.
“What?”
“Fuck finding another baker. We should just have a grocery store cake for our wedding. This cake is the shit.” I took another too-big bite and motioned for him to hand over the bottle of champagne. His eyes glittered up at me in joy as I drank straight from the bottle, the bubbles tickling across my tongue.
“I did do a good job picking this out, huh?” He looked so proud of himself and I had to laugh. When we’d stopped at the store, Kevin had grabbed a cake, champagne, and donuts for breakfast tomorrow. Claiming that way we wouldn’t have to leave our room to refuel.
“You sure did, baby.” I took another swig before passing the bottle back to him. “And my dad can deal with sitting wherever the hell I put him. I’m not changing that damn seating chart just so he can be comfortable,” I said, putting air quotes around comfortable. “It’s my day and he can suck it.”
“Damn, my wife is sexy when she’s mad.”