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at me, grinning. “Good to know that my bride likes her pussy licked.”
I let out a small laugh, laced with desire, as he goes back down, adding a finger, then another, until I am all-out begging for more. My knees buckle as he fingers me, my pussy opening for him, wet and juicy, and we both seem to love it.
“You’re fucking dripping for me, Hattie.”
“Is that okay?” I pant.
“It’s fucking hot as hell. But I’m gonna add another finger, you know why?”
“Why?” I moan.
“I want to see if my wife can gush.”
I close my eyes as he fingers me nice and deep, opening me up and making me his. The sound of my juice squirting on his hand gets me so hot, and I want to come harder for him. Answer his question. Gush like my body was made for him and him alone.
It’s so intense, the orgasm that rolls over me, and I’m doing more than crying out — the sounds coming from me are wild and desperate. Primal and passionate.
“Oh god,” I scream, my legs wrapping around his face as he sucks my clit, as he licks hard, his beard tickling me and sending tingles of desire rippling through my body.
I catch my breath as he lowers my legs, leaning over me and kissing me hard on the mouth.
“You are divine,” he tells me. “So damn divine.”
My breath is shallow as I try to focus. Everything about this night has been topsy-turvy, but somehow it feels so right.
But I can’t help but wonder if this feeling of euphoria will last through the night.
Chapter Seven
Hartley
Being in bed with Hattie is like being next to a perfect pillow. Soft, smelling so good, feeling so right tucked against me.
And that’s no exaggeration. Hattie feels like home in a way I didn’t realize was possible. We’ve only just met, and we didn’t start off on the best footing. And then she was in a puddle of tears… she’s in a puddle now too, but that’s just her juicy release.
Damn, she knows how to get off and it seems like I know how to give her what she wants.
“What is it?” I ask, looking into her green eyes.
“I feel so good with you. Do you think it’s going to last? This feeling?”
I run my thumb over her cheek. “What, you’re already waiting for the other shoe to drop?”
“Maybe I just feel slightly overwhelmed by what you just did to me. I didn’t expect it to feel that good.”
I chuckle. “And we haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.” She moans in pleasure as I take her hand and guide her to my cock. “You like that?” I ask her.
She nods. “You’re so smooth yet so thick, so hard…”
“So hard for you,” I tell her, kissing her again as I begin to ease my cock into her sweet hole. “That’s where I belong.”
“Don’t stop,” she pants. “Please don’t stop.”
I fill her up and she moans as I go nice and deep. I already got her nice and lubed up, all good and juicy for my cock, and I’m glad. Because she’s so fucking tight, she needed to spread nice and good to be able to take what I have to offer.
I lace my fingers with hers, and our eyes lock. Earlier today I never would have imagined that tonight, I would be here, like this, with her. A woman who came to a strange place to be my wife.
Yet the word wife no longer sounds so damn terrifying. It sounds right.
We move together in a soft and gentle rhythm, her breath shallow, her eyes fluttering closed.
“You okay?” I ask.
She nods, looking into my eyes. “I’m really happy,” she whimpers back.
“Good,” I tell her. “So am I.” My cock aches as I take her, filling up her innocence and holding onto her tight.
“Oh, Hart,” she moans, deeply. She wraps her arms tight around my neck and gasps as she comes again, orgasming against me, her tight pussy tensing. I’m so fucking close too, and as her warmth wraps my cock, I can’t hold it off any longer. I come inside of her sweet hole, groaning as I do.
I want this moment to be suspended in time, something we can return to again and again. But everything is fleeting — the best we can do is memorize the moment and hold on tight.
I roll to my side, and she faces me. She runs her fingers through my beard, a sleepy smile on her face. “That