Moments In Time (A Time For Love Book 3)

by Amelia Stone

  I hummed, snuggling in closer. He was nice and warm, and he smelled like champagne and spicy cologne and my Brian. “Okay,” I murmured, my eyes drifting closed. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to rest our eyes for a minute.” I was exhausted, after all. It had been a really long day.

  He grunted. “Just a minute,” he agreed, his voice fading.

  I woke up to something digging into my shoulder. It felt kind of like the sheet was wrapped around me, only the sheet was made of crumpled tin foil. I tried to move my arm, but it wasn’t going anywhere. I was also vaguely aware that there were things pressing uncomfortably into my abs, one on each side of my navel.

  I groaned, rolling over onto my back. Cautiously, I cracked my eyes open. The sun streamed through the curtains, creating soft waves of light on an unfamiliar ceiling, the pattern distorted by dark wooden beams. I sat up, looking around the room with the slow, fuzzy dawning of understanding that only happens after sleep. It was now obvious why the ceiling didn’t look like our bedroom at home - we weren’t in our bedroom. This was our hotel suite. We’d booked a room at the same Spanish Mission-style place we’d gotten married, so we could rest before we flew off to our honeymoon in Fiji the day after the wedding.

  But now it was the day after the wedding, and I sure as hell didn’t feel rested. I yawned and tried to stretch my arms, but they stopped about halfway, like someone had looped resistance bands around my shoulders. I frowned, looking down at myself. I was still wearing my tux, sans shoes and tie. Everything was rumpled and wrinkled and looked like – well, like I’d slept in it.

  Fuck. There went the rental deposit.

  I stood, glancing behind me. Hannah was still fast asleep. I could see a bare shoulder peeking out from under the covers, a sliver of a gold lace strap teasing me. Her dark red hair was a mass of flattened curls, and her lipstick was smeared all over the pillow. With a pang of regret, I remembered that she’d gone into the bathroom last night to change and freshen up. I’d lain on the bed to wait for her, but obviously I’d fallen asleep.

  In fact, I realized as I glanced at the clock on the nightstand, we’d slept right through our wedding night.

  I grumbled as I trudged over to the bathroom, shedding my jacket and vest as I went. I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, then flipped the lid on the toilet. I grabbed the waistband of my pants, intending to pull them down so I could take a leak. But they wouldn’t budge.

  I looked down at myself, grunting when I saw the sunflower-yellow silk suspenders that were buttoned to the insides of my pants. That must have been what was digging into my stomach earlier. Then, because it was just a spectacular morning all around, I fumbled with those buttons for a good two minutes before I realized I could just pull the suspenders down and off my shoulders. Which I then did immediately, kicking the fucking pants off altogether.

  Once my bladder was empty, I tucked my dick back into my boxer briefs and turned to the sink. As I washed my hands, I caught sight of Hannah’s wedding dress in the mirror. It was hanging on the back of the bathroom door, the white lace stark against the dark wood. I stared at it for a moment, lost in memories of our wedding day.

  Hunh. Our wedding day. Hannah and I were married now. A slow smile spread over my face as I realized I’d get to spend forever with the best woman in the world. And suddenly, it didn’t really matter that we’d missed out on the wedding night. We had the rest of our lives to love each other.

  But all the same, I figured we should really get started on that whole ‘loving each other’ thing as soon as possible. Right now sounded perfect to me, actually.

  I headed back into the bedroom, unbuttoning and shedding my shirt as I went. I left my boxers on, because I knew she’d get a kick out of the special pair I’d worn for this most special of occasions. Then I crawled under the covers, sliding over to where Hannah lay with her back to me, still fast asleep.

  “Wake up, baby,” I whispered, rubbing her shoulder. I kissed the beauty mark on her neck, flicking my tongue out. I loved her skin, all the cinnamon-colored freckles and chocolatey moles among the peaches and cream. Hannah was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, hands down. She delighted and humbled me every single time I looked at her.

  I snorted, thinking back to when we’d first gotten together. I’d thought then she was nothing special. It hadn’t taken me long to figure out I’d been an idiot about her, blind to what was right under my nose. Until she dared me to give her a try, and I realized something she’d suspected all along – our chemistry was explosive.

  Definitely an idiot, I thought as I kissed my way across her shoulders. But a fucking lucky idiot. I got to touch this woman, got to kiss her, got to fuck her, every day for the rest of my existence. I got to live with her, got to laugh with her, got to make babies with her. I got to love her. I was well aware that I’d married far above my station, but make no mistake, I was going to do everything I had to in order to earn my good fortune.

  I continued to kiss Hannah’s soft skin, until finally she stirred, flipping over and flashing me a sleepy smile, digging her fists into her eyes. “We fell asleep,” she murmured.

  I dipped my head, stealing a kiss from her. “We did. But it’s okay.”

  Her eyes fluttered open at that, and I stared at them, mesmerized as always. They looked greener first thing in the morning, as though sleep had refreshed them.

  “But we missed the wedding night,” she said, frowning up at me.

  I smiled, kissing her again softly. “Well, we never do anything the easy way, do we?”

  She huffed out a laugh. “I guess not.” She reached up to rub my jaw, her fingers teasing the stubble. “So what do we call this, then? The wedding morning after?”

  I chuckled. “How about we just skip straight to the newlywed sex?” I flexed my hips, rubbing my rapidly-thickening cock against her thigh.

  She grinned. “Sounds good to me,” she agreed. “But give me a minute to get myself together.” She rubbed her mouth with the back of her hand, wiping off the last of her lipstick. Then she started to slide away, but I gripped her waist tightly, pulling her back to me.

  “No way we’re doing that again. Look how it went last night.”

  “But I’m sure I’m a mess,” she protested. “My hair-”

  “Is beautiful,” I finished for her. “Like always.”

  She narrowed her eyes. “Brian. Five minutes.”

  I kissed her, rolling over her and pressing her into the mattress. “Hannah,” I replied, mimicking her tone. “Just let me love you.”

  Her eyes went soft, and she sighed as my hands found her breasts, rubbing over some kind of satiny fabric. “It’s really hard to say no when you do that.”

  I grinned, pinching her nipple hard, just how she liked it. “That’s kind of the point.” My lips found the soft spot behind her ear, and she moaned softly. “Relax, baby. This is all a part of my evil plan.”

  She chuckled under me, her fingers pushing into my hair. “And you’re going to include that foot massage I won in this evil plan of yours, right?”

  I licked the shell of her ear, flicking her earlobe with the point of my tongue. “I’m pretty sure I won that race,” I murmured. “The foot massage really should be mine.”

  She squawked indignantly. “But you cheated!”

  I pulled back, making a valiant effort to suppress my grin. “How exactly did I cheat?” I propped myself up on my elbows, resting my chin on my folded hands and raising my eyebrows at her innocently.

  She narrowed her eyes. “Your legs are longer. That’s using an unfair advantage.” She poked me in the chest. “It’s practically a performance-enhancing drug.”

  “It’s not my fault you’re so tiny,” I countered, my tone reasonable.

  “My feet hurt,” she whined, putting on a sad face. Clearly, she could see her arguments weren’t working, so she’d decided to switch tactics. I smiled. Little did she know, I’d planned to massage her feet anyway. I’d do pretty much anything to keep my wom
an happy.

  “I had to spend the whole day yesterday in those vile things,” she said, her eyes flicking to where she’d kicked her shoes last night. “All that standing and walking and dancing in four-inch heels. I deserve a foot massage, don’t you think?” Her tone was piteous, but her eyes sparkled with mischief.

  I hummed, my eyes flicking up like I was thinking about it. “I guess I’ll see what I can do.”

  “Yes,” she hissed triumphantly, reaching around me and throwing the covers off. I raised myself to my knees, sitting back on my heels, and she plunked her feet unceremoniously into my lap.

  I took a minute to stare at her. She’d lifted her shoulders so she could watch me, leaning back on her elbows. I drank in the sight of her, lounging like a lazy, contented feline. She was even wearing a slinky nightie, something I hadn’t seen before. It was red, blue, and gold, an unusual combination for sexy lingerie. In fact, the pattern looked kind of familiar. I stared at her uncomprehendingly for a minute, until finally it hit me.

  “Wonder Woman?” I asked, throwing my head back in a deep, belly laugh. God, I loved this woman.

  She grinned at me. “I thought you might appreciate that.”

  I chuckled. “I should have expected it.” Hannah had a thing for superhero undies, though these were by far the fanciest ones I’d yet seen.

  “I thought our first night as husband and wife should echo our first time together.”

  I nodded, remembering how I’d cracked up when I’d seen what was hiding under her jeans. “The Wonder Woman underoos.”

  She grinned. “It’s just like that night.”

  I shook my head emphatically. “It’s nothing like that night.” I leaned forward, locking eyes with her. “I was blind then. I had no idea how much I needed you, Hannah. How perfect you were. I love you so much now.”

  Her eyes were shiny as she pulled me in for a deep, hungry kiss. “I love you, too,” she whispered. Her hands shook as they wandered over my shoulders, down my back, and into my boxers. Then she slapped my ass, grinning at me. “But if you don’t give me that foot massage, I just might revoke my love.”

  I grinned, nipping her lower lip. “Yes, ma’am.”

  Then I sat back again, taking one of her petite feet between my hands and flexing it. I worked it over thoroughly, pressing my lips to her toes as my thumbs dug into her instep. She moaned, gripping the sheets and throwing her head back, kind of like she did when she was in the throes of an orgasm.

  I narrowed my eyes. “Save some of that for when I eat your pussy,” I warned her.

  She smiled dreamily. “Can’t. Feels too good.”

  I sighed dramatically, like she was asking just too much. “Guess I’ll just have to give you two orgasms, then.”

  Her smiled widened. “Only two?”

  I chuckled as I dropped her foot, picking up the other and repeating the same motions. “Damn, my wife is greedy.”

  “Lucky for me, my husband’s pretty good at this whole ‘connubial bliss’ thing.”

  “Damn straight I am,” I replied as continued to massage her. But after a few minutes of that, I was eager to get down to business. So I set her foot over my shoulder, kissing my way up her leg.

  She hummed in reply, and I grinned. I loved it when my actions stole her words, when she was so blissed out that she couldn’t even talk.

  I spread her legs, pushing her nighty up and over her hips. I chuckled when I saw the matching Wonder Woman thong. “You really committed to the theme, huh?”

  She cracked one eye open, nodding at my crotch. “And you didn’t?”

  I grinned. “You like that, huh?” I looked down. My Superman boxer briefs were just cotton, but I figured my hard-on was a good enough accessory that her lacy undies wouldn’t put my simpler ones to shame.

  She shook her head. “It’s not bad,” she hedged, smiling slyly.

  I narrowed my eyes. “Woman, you appreciate it when I’m seducing you.”

  She grinned. “Then get on with the show,” she retorted, running her hand along her stomach, rubbing the soft skin right above the waistband of her panties.

  I grinned, dropping to my stomach, until my head was right between her legs. “Yes, ma’am,” I repeated.

  I moved the little scrap of silk covering her pussy to the side, grinning when I saw that she was already slick with desire. God, I loved this. Tasting her, making her feel good. Nothing beat the feeling of her coming all over my tongue. So I wasted no time, bending my head and swiping my tongue across her folds.

  We groaned in unison as I pulled her clit between my lips, sucking hard. She dug her hands into my hair again, tightening them almost painfully, as I rubbed my own fingers against her opening.

  “Brian,” she pleaded, her tense jaw and husky tone telling me she was close.

  I hummed against her clit, flicking my tongue against the little nub, earning me another low, throaty moan. Then I pushed two fingers into her, and her hips bucked off the bed, her inner walls clamping down around me as she exploded.

  Before she could even come down from her high, I pulled myself up to my knees, yanking my boxers down and guiding my hard cock to her opening. Then, with a deep breath, I slammed into her. I just couldn’t wait one more second. I needed to be inside her, needed to feel her tight, slick heat all around me.

  She cried out at the sudden invasion, and I leaned forward, swallowing the sound with my mouth. Her whole body was still quaking with little aftershocks as I began to thrust, slowly at first, savoring the sensations. This right here, when we were as close as two people could be, never fucking got old to me. I was truly the luckiest idiot in the world, and I planned on reveling in the moment.

  My hips didn’t really get the memo telling them to prolong the experience though, as they began to flex, thrusting into her hard. It was almost like they had a mind of their own.

  “Ungh,” she grunted, her hands pulling her nighty up and over her head. “I can’t come again,” she said as she tossed the lingerie to the side, her tone stern, her eyes narrowed. But I could tell she was fighting a grin. “You wore me out.”

  Me being me, I took that as a challenge. I shifted my hips until they were rubbing against her pubic bone with every thrust. “I believe in you, babe,” I said, flashing her a cheeky smile.

  She giggled, her mean mug breaking. “I’m an old married lady now,” she said. “I can’t-” her breath hitched, and I felt her spasm around me.

  “You were saying?” I asked as I felt her come all over my cock. I stroked in and out of her slowly as she rode out her orgasm, her whole body shaking with pleasure.

  “Ungh,” she grunted. “I hate you. You always prove me wrong.”

  I chuckled, dipping my head for a kiss. “You love me,” I argued.

  She nipped my lower lip. “I do, I do.” Then she slapped my ass, grinning at me. “But I seriously cannot come again right now. So get off me.”

  I scowled at her. “You really do hate me,” I grumbled. She might be coming down from her second orgasm, but I hadn’t come yet. And I really needed to. Badly. My balls were tight and achy, and I was pretty sure I’d die if they didn’t get the chance to empty themselves inside of her.

  She rolled her eyes. “You’re such a dork. Of course I’m going to take care of you.”

  My eyes widened as I realized her intentions, and I scrambled to pull out of her, laying back against the pillows. I propped my head up in my hands, feeling like a fucking God as she straddled my shins. Her perfect little tits swayed as she leaned forward, gripping my shaft in one hand. She grinned as she lowered her head, running her tongue in a slow circle all around the head, and I groaned, knowing she could taste herself on me.

  Have I mentioned that I loved this fucking woman?

  “Babe.” My abs clenched when she moved her hands down, rolling my balls, still teasing the tip of my dick with her tongue. “You’re killing me here.”

  She blinked up at me innocently. “Oh, did you want me to suck yo
ur cock?” She pressed her tongue to the slit, and I groaned, fisting my hand in the sheets so I didn’t lose control and take over. This was her show, and I was happy to let her control the action.

  But I wasn’t above pleading my case, either.

  “Yes.” I nodded, not caring how eager I appeared. There was pretty much nothing I wanted more in this fucking world right now than to come on my wife’s tongue. “Please, God, yes.”

  She grinned at me. “Well, I guess I could. Since you gave me that massage and everything.”

  And then she opened her mouth wide, taking me all the way to the root.

  Fuck. The first time she’d taken me this deep, years and years ago, I’d shot down her throat without any warning at all, unable to stop myself. Luckily for us both, I had a bit more control now. But not much. I’d been hanging on the edge of the cliff for what felt like hours. I wasn’t going to last much longer, especially if she kept swirling her tongue like that every time she reached the crown, then bobbing her head down to suck me deep again.

  “Hannah,” I groaned. “Close, babe. I’m so fucking close.”

  She hummed around me, and my hips bucked. And then – then – she squeezed my goddamn balls, and I was done. I gave a hoarse shout as I shot down her throat, and the feeling of her swallowing around my cock milked more from me than I thought I had. I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to come for another fucking week. Oh, well. The honeymoon wouldn’t be a total waste – I could still make her come.

  When I was finally done pulsing, I flopped back onto the pillows, laying an arm over my face. “Goddamn,” I mumbled.

  I felt her crawling up the bed, then she snuggled into my side. “Okay?” she asked, sounding impossibly smug.

  I cracked one eye open. “I think you killed me.”

  She chuckled. “Can’t die until we get to Fiji,” she reminded me. “We said we could die happy once we got to Paradise.”

  I smiled. “How about we skip the dying thing and just live happily ever after?” I looked down at her, tucking a lock of her long red hair behind her ear.