brushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders. The material fell down to pile against the full skirt. Holding one of her hands for support, I used the other to push the skirt down.
“Step.”
She did as she was told, revealing lace garters I wanted to rip off her. I pushed the dress aside, not caring about anything but making this inferno inside me ease. My cock throbbed from the constant teasing all night long, from knowing that this woman was mine—my wife. A word I never knew would make me as hard as stone.
My desperation made me rough when I gripped her hips and jerked her around to face me before lifting her enough to toss her back on the bed. Her bare breasts bounced, adding fuel to the fire, the rosy tips hardening to stiff points. Without wasting time, I put one knee on the bed and then the other, shedding my jacket and bow tie before working on the buttons of my shirt.
“Wha—what are you doing?” She scooted back to the pillows, worry and excitement, coloring her beautiful face.
I could have her, I realized with each inch I moved closer. I could have her, but I wanted her to come willingly. I didn’t want her giving in because I’d seduced her into caving. I wanted her to give in because she wanted it and knew she’d want it again every day after. If I had her tonight, she’d make excuses tomorrow.
But I took note of her excitement as I prowled closer, liking that she liked me being rough. I took note and stored it away next to the soft moan I’d heard when I’d spanked her weeks ago.
“Nico?” she asked, her words breathy and unsure.
“It’s my wedding night,” I explained, stripping my shirt before working on my pants. “At the very least, I’d like to come. Now, stay put while I jack off.”
Her eyes widened, tracking down my body, almost panting by the time I pulled my pants down far enough to free my length. I moaned, and her eyes snapped back up to mine. I raised a brow, half expecting her to tell me to fuck off and bolt—ready to pack it all back up if she really wanted me to. Instead, she rose to the occasion and clenched her jaw, lifting her stubborn chin like a dare. She leaned back on her elbows, pushing her pert breasts out, and I craved to fall over and suck on them until they were rosy and so tender that the softest brush of air would set her off.
I moaned again, giving myself another rough stroke. Unable to help herself, she watched. And I watched her.
I squeezed up my shaft and around the head, using my thumb to smear the precum leaking from the tip. “You can still have this inside you,” I offered one last time. “I can remind you how good it felt.”
She swallowed but held strong. “No.” Her denial, weak and needy.
“Fine.”
With one hand rolling my balls, I stroked myself faster and harder, taking in her sleek skin. She squirmed and panted, her hard nipples begging for attention. Every once in a while, she’d part her thighs just enough to give me a glimpse of her smooth folds under the sheer fabric, the scent of her arousal hitting me like an aphrodisiac.
“Just because I’m not fucking you, doesn’t mean you can’t get off. Feel free to play with your pretty pussy.”
Her tongue slicked across her supple lips, and I held my breath, praying for her to say yes. Instead, she snapped her jaw shut and shook her head, continuing to pant and writhe on the bed.
“I’ve had to do this more since I’ve met you than when I was a teenager. Every morning, I go to the shower and remember your soft wet pussy on my tongue. I remember the way you bent over and let me feast on you. The way you rubbed your cunt on my face as you came. I remember how tight you were. How I had to wedge my fat cock between your swollen lips and ease in. I remember the way your cum slid down my cock and coated my balls as I played with your tits.”
“Nico,” she moaned.
The desperation in just my name raced down my spine, and I knew I was about to come.
“I remember the way you cried out as you pulsed around me, milking the cum from my cock.”
With that memory and watching her strong thighs