Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
That’s all it takes for me to forget the world.
This man is mine. We both signed on the proverbial dotted line, made vows in front of friends and family.
I can’t wait to get the rest of our lives started.
Our hands are slow as we undress each other, fingers and mouths wandering as flesh is exposed. He tastes different, better somehow, and that’s a feat considering I had my mouth on him this morning and he was decadent even then.
“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” I whisper as my fingers work open the button and zipper on his slacks.
“I feel the same way. Oh shit. That’s so good.”
I pull my mouth away from his nipple and smile.
Our hands begin to move faster, our need building to a fever pitch.
Laughter bubbles from my chest when he turns around, that very same pair of Yes, Daddy boxers clinging to his ass.
“I was looking for those earlier,” I confide. “Seems we both had the same idea.”
He turns back around, kicking his dress shoes off so he can get his slacks and boxers fully off before stepping right back into me.
“Want your mouth on my cock,” I say, the words a plea I no longer feel ashamed of. He’s so attentive to my needs and has never made me feel ashamed for expressing them.
“Not tonight,” he whispers, his head back so I can lick and suck on his neck.
My cock jerks angrily, but I know not to get too upset. The man has never left me wanting, and I know after we graduate, I’m going to struggle without his touch while I go through training for the Corps. I’ve gotten so used to being with him every spare second, I don’t know how I’m going to handle going even a day much less months without him.
He grips one of my hands, pulling it around to his ass, and I oblige, squeezing and pulling him closer.
“Tease me,” he whispers. I’ve heard these words a handful of times, and only when he’s insane with need and desperation. For him to start the night this way is a testament to how much he’s been looking forward to our wedding night. It’s a lot of pressure to live up to, but I’m confident in my ability to please him.
“What?” I hiss when my fingers bump against the plug in his ass.
I tease the damn thing, my cock leaking at the possibilities. He moans with the attention.
“Does this mean—”
He nods before I can speak the actual words.
We don’t keep score in our bedroom, and with as quick as we are to please the other because it pleases us in return, I don’t think we ever will, but I’ve never been inside Rick that way. Of course we’ve gone as far as fingers and tongue, but not this.
I’m trembling as I give it a gentle tug, my cock leaking when I feel the pressure on it, his body refusing to let it go. Jesus, what will it feel like to experience that myself?
“You got married to me with a plug in your ass?”
He grins, his smile wide and a little devious.
“Fuck, Ricky. Really?”
He moans again when I slip it halfway out and press it forward again.
His dick is dripping with the attention, and I decide he made the right choice about not sucking my cock because I’d blow the second I got inside of him. Hell, I still run the risk of embarrassing myself that way.
“How big is this?”
“Huge,” he moans, his eyelids dropping. “So fucking big. Needed to get… oh, God… needed you to fit.”
I kiss him again, swallowing his cry when I pull the plug free and drop it to the floor with a thud.
In the next second, we’re on the bed, Rick straddling my hips, a knee on either side of my body. Our lips are still locked together, tongues tasting and licking.
His hips roll, his ass grinding on me, but I feel the need to check in with him.
“You’re sure about this?” I ask when he pulls his head back an inch so we can take a breath.
The question is needed because although he’s never said it, I got the impression he was always unsure about giving this last piece of himself to me, thinking he saw it as never being fully all the way in. I saw that same apprehension right before we said our vows.
He wants this. He wants to be my husband, and he wants to give me this part of his body, but I can tell he’s also still worried that the rug is going to get pulled out from under him, as if he’s afraid he’s going to wake up and this won’t be his reality.
“I love you with every piece of me, Ricky,” I whisper, my hand coming up to his jaw.