“Have you thought about me fucking you? Were you begging for more in your dreams?” He rubs himself between my butt cheeks, and my core clenches. If he didn’t have an arm wrapped around my waist, I’d be sliding down the tiles. “I wondered how you’d like it, gentle and sweet”—his hand strokes up to cup my tit—“or hard and dirty.” He squeezes, then pinches my nipple.
“Ahhh. H-hard and dirty,” I stutter, grabbing hold of his wrist and dragging it down to my pussy where I need him most. He circles my clit with the pad of his thumb, and the silent scream lodged in my throat renders me temporarily speechless.
“Good. Don’t ever fucking doubt my need for you. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever known,” he growls. “And I’m the luckiest bastard in the world to be able to call you my wife.”
He pushes off from the wall, and I lean back to feel his body flush against mine, not an inch separating our heated skin. His hands on my shoulder blades trace a path down my arms, then from my hip back up to the side of my breasts, then down again to the curve of my butt and farther still, gliding over the full length of my legs.
“Turn around,” he demands, and I feel the gruff command all the way to my core.
A nervous giggle slips out. “I did wonder if you’d be a bossy lover,” I say as I turn, my back landing against the cool tiles.
He holds my gaze as he drops to a squat at my feet, and my body liquefies under the intensity of his focus.
“I thought I was going to be the one on my knees.”
A flame flares in the smoky depths of his eyes. “Later,” he groans before he places a kiss on the inside of my right knee, then one on the left. Stringing light kisses from side to side, he continues up the inside of my legs. When the stubble on his jawgrazes against the soft skin at the junction of my thighs and his nose nudges against my clit, I moan.
“You like that, wife?” He chuckles before swiping a finger along the seam. I rise onto my toes, overwhelmed by the teasing pleasure.
Embedding my fingers into his damp hair, I pull his head closer to where I need him the most. He doesn’t resist, and his tongue flicks against my clit.
My breath catches, then comes in short, sharp pants as his mouth works me into a frenzy. Heat builds and floods my pussy.
He plunges two fingers deep inside me, and I gasp. The inner muscles squeeze them hard.
“I love it. Please don’t stop.”
And he doesn’t as I barrel toward my second orgasm. I throw my head back, and my moan reverberates off the tiles as I come undone by my release.
Strong arms hold me up when my wobbly legs finally buckle. “It’s so fucking sexy watching you come. Tasting your desire on my tongue. But I need to be inside you so bad.”
I lift my head from his shoulder. “Bed,” I whimper, exhausted but still wanting more.
That’s all I need to say before I’m hustled out of the shower, wrapped in a fluffy white towel, and scooped up in his arms. I like the way he does that. No man has ever carried me like I’m too precious to use my own feet.
He lays me carefully on the bed, and unlike the night of our wedding—which was sexy and hot—his gaze holds a focused reverence that sets my heart racing.
My insides have turned to liquid, and like a marshmallow held too long over an open flame, I’m melting.
Antonio stands naked before me, a bronze statue. He’s all broad shoulders, firm chest, and abs that my fingers itch to runup and down. My gaze drops lower. His cock, thick and hard, angles out and up from his body.
Ant is a whole lot of man to take. A shuddering breath slips out as I clutch the edge of the sheet in my fist, trying to relax every muscle in my body.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I bite down on my bottom lip. “Ahem. It’s just that it’s big.” I wave my hand in the general direction of his groin, and I swear he grows even larger.
He throws his head back laughing. “What, you think I’m abig-guy?”
“Literally.” I smile, raising my eyes back up to his.
He grabs a condom from the nearby drawer, tears open the packet, and sheaths his cock.
My eyes widen but remain glued to his impressive shaft. “You came prepared.”
“It is our honeymoon.” The mattress sinks as he kneels on the edge.
The flirtatious grin is new to me as he gently spreads my legs. He positions himself between them, then bends to swipe his tongue once more over my soaked pussy. My body trembles and my pelvis lifts off the bed. His hands curl around my hips like he’s taking possession of my body, and I’m more okay with that than I ever thought I would be.
