“Me, too. I like pussy worship, too. I can’t wait to worship your pussy. You’re gonna have to dig me outta there.” I gave her another spoonful of gelato.
She held up her hand once she’d swallowed. “That’s enough.”
I set the bowl back on the nightstand and pulled her into my arms again, kissing her forehead. “Home is where my heart is.”
She softly kissed my lips. “I know.”
She rested in my arms. I was dozing off when she spoke into the silence.
“Jay, I wanna consummate my marriage before we fall asleep.”
She didn’t need to tell me twice. I positioned myself between her legs, and before she could say another word, I’d slipped inside of her.
Sinking into Skyy was like no feeling I’d ever experienced before. Her pussy was wetter, tighter, warmer, and gushier thanany pussy had the right to be. Her pussy felt like home. When I was buried deep inside her, giving her strokes—whether they were nice and easy or punishing and brutal—her pussy always treated me like it was welcoming me back.
I covered her mouth with mine and kissed her deeply, while she wrapped her arms around my neck, dragging her fingernails against my shoulder blades.
“I love you,” she moaned breathily.
“Do you really?” I gritted out the words from behind clenched teeth.
My face was buried in the crook of her neck.
“I do. I swear I do.” Her words were wrapped up in groans and hums that sounded like sweet melodies to my ears.
“You made me wait so long, Home. The loving felt one-sided.”
“It wasn’t. I promise it wasn’t. I was nervous. Thank you for waiting on me. Thank you for waiting on me.”
I did my best impression of a vampire, biting the shit out of her neck while pumping into her with measured strokes. I moved from her neck to her breasts, sucking her nipples. I cupped handfuls of her ass, lifting her from the soft surface of the bed and diving even deeper inside her. “I didn’t have a choice. You’re my heart.”
“Right there, Jay. Please, right there.”
I kept my pumps steady until she came apart in my embrace, then I filled her with my load.
Though I had been spendingnights at Jaxxon’s house since the proposal, I had to admit that I was dragging my feet about moving in. I liked having my own place. I could be . . . prickly. I needed my alone time in order to be my best self. But all that changed during the honeymoon.
The way that Jaxxon was able to work my body into a sexual frenzy, dominating and pleasuring me—then turn around and work my heart into a frenzy by the care and concern he placed on giving me aftercare—had me wanting to live completely in his skin. He was 90 percent of the thoughts in my mind. Getting a text from him could send my heart into palpitations. The way that man inspired my unyielding loyalty for him was unheard of and unparalleled.
“How long will it take the movers to pack up my house and bring everything over here?” I asked Jaxxon.
He stood behind me, towering over me while also palming each of my breasts like basketballs, and pushing against me so I could feel his groin.
He placed an open-mouthed kiss on my neck, and I moaned.
“Uh, we’re in the living room!” my mother-in-law called out.
“Right.” My own mother agreed. “We understand that you’re newlyweds, but can we agree to keep the common areas PDA free until we leave?”
They were at our house under the guise of helping us get set up now that my stuff was being brought over. They were directing a second set of moving men that Jaxxon hired—putting down rugs, putting up window treatments and artwork. They were directing the moving men about where to put Jaxxon’s existing furniture to make room for my things. Jaxxon didn’t have much, and he also liked my taste, so he wasn’t really invested in what I or either of our mothers did with the place.
“Like you said, we’re newlyweds!” Jaxxon called back to them.
I couldn’t help but giggle, even though I was semi-embarrassed. “But we’ll behave ourselves,” I said.
“Ay.” He grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers. “Let me show you something.”
I followed him up the stairs, past the landing and down the hallway.
