He pulls out and immediately hovers above me as he feeds his cock into my open mouth. I taste my own salty arousal. Shit. This guy is off the fucking hook.
“Votre souhait est ma commande ma chère femme.”
Translation: Your wish is my command, my dear wife.
I smile around the large penis as he slides it down my throat and I feel my sex start to pulse. “Je voudrais que vous souffler dans ma bouche. Si vous étiez vraiment mon mari je boirai vers le bas.”
Translation: I wish you could blow in my mouth. If I was really your wife, I would drink it down.
He shakes his head and smiles sexily down at me as he pushes the hair back from my forehead. “Fuck, moi aussi. Vous soufflez mon putain de l’esprit ici,” he whispers through his blanket-thick arousal.
Translation: Fuck, so do I. You are blowing my fucking mind here.
I smile as I flick my tongue over the end of him. His knees are on either side of my head, and his body is moving fluently so he slides in and out of my mouth. His dark eyes watch me struggle to take him fully.
This man has the body of a god and the mind of an angel.
I am in Heaven.
“Je dois te goûter.”
Translation: I need to taste you.
He growls as he pulls out of my mouth and drops between my legs, his tongue swiping through my swollen flesh.
Fuck. My knees try to close as I struggle to gain control of the sensory overload. He pushes them back to the mattress aggressively as his tongue really takes charge, licking and tasting all that I am.
“How do I taste?” I whisper as my hands drop to the back of his head.
He groans into me as his eyes close in pleasure. His tongue circles and swipes, and I feel myself start to quiver. Oh God, it’s been too long. I’m going to come already.
“Come,” he breathes into me. “I want you to come on my tongue. Give me some cream, Bloss Bomb.”
Holy fuck, this guy is frying my brain. He bites my clitoris and I shudder into him and he groans in pleasure. I grab the back of his head to try and still him.
“Stop,” I pant, this is too much. I am too sensitive. He sucks deeper and his eyes roll back in his head. “You are one hot fuck.” He growls as he laps it all up. He climbs up and over me and slides home in one swift movement.
I frown at the ceiling as my hand runs through his messy curls. I can hardly breathe. He’s so big.
He leans back on his knees and holds my legs in the air as his eyes drop to my sex and he watches my body struggle to take his large muscle. His thumb gently circles over my clitoris, knowing full well that will release me and allow his entry.
He’s experienced and he knows how to loosen a woman straight up
I watch him as I pant, somewhere in between disbelief, denial, and utter ecstasy. I didn’t know that sex could be like this. I haven’t had this before. I thought I’d had good sex… but now I’ve had this…
I realize not.
He gently kisses my ankle next to his ear, and he smiles sexily down at me. My eyes hold his for an extended moment and a frown crosses his face as I hold my breath. His hand gently brushes my hair from my face, his thumb running over my bottom lip
God. I close my eyes to block him out. This fucking guy is ridiculous.
“Regarde moi,” he whispers.
Translation: Look at me.
I force my eyes to open and drag them up to meet his.
“Vous êtes la plus belle femme putain j’ai jamais été avec,” he whispers softly. Translation: You are the most beautiful fucking woman I have ever been with.
He drops his body to mine, and his lips dust mine with reverence. We kiss for an extended time, as if forgetting that he’s still inside mine. An intimacy that is as beautiful as it is petrifying. Slow, gentle, and tender.
Stop it. You don’t even know him and this is a one- night stand.
“Cesser d’être molle et baise-moi,” I whisper.
Translation: Stop being mushy and fuck me.
He smiles against my lips. “That’s a first.” He smirks as he starts to slowly pump me.
“W-what do you… mean?” I pant.
“Nobody has ever said that to me before.”
I laugh as he pulls out and slams back into me, knocking the air from my lungs. He pumps me hard again. “And if I want to be mushy with my wife I have every fucking right to be.”
I laugh again as he lifts my legs over his shoulders once more and really lets me have it. His knees are wide to give him traction, and I can see every muscle in his stomach ripple as he moves. Strong, punishing hits as the bed smacks the wall with force.
Oh, he won’t be easy to forget.
My body starts to quiver again, and he smiles darkly, sensing my orgasm’s arrival. He knows his way around a woman’s body.
Damn.
Of course he does.
Our bodies are covered in a sheen of perspiration and I close my eyes to try and stop the orgasm. I want this to last.
I need this to last.
“I… don’t want… to come,” he pants.
“Me neither,” I breathe as I pull him back to my lips. “Promise me we will do this again in a minute.”
He laughs against me. “We can do this all night, Bloss.”
I smile as he lifts my behind with his hand to really hit the end of me, and I cry out as my body contracts around his large muscle.
“Fuck, yeah!” he calls as his head rolls forward and he comes in a rush.
We stay still, both gasping for air. Both wet with perspiration.
Jesus Christ…
What the hell was that?
His mouth meets mine and he kisses me softly as he cups my jaw. I smile against his lips and he kisses me tenderly again. “What an excellent wife you are.”
I laugh and he rolls us so that I am now on top of his large body. I rest my head against his chest as I try to catch my breath.
His lips dust my forehead. “Don’t bother going to sleep.” His hand drops between my legs and he spreads them so they hang over each side of his body. He starts to work me again; his three large fingers slide into my wet, swollen flesh. “That was the entrée and this is a ten-course meal.”
Four hours and four showers later, I lie in the semi-darkened room with my fake husband. The light is just peeking through the crack in the drapes. My head is on his chest and his large, muscular arms are around me. The night has been unbelievable to say the least.
We have devoured each other, and if he wasn’t out of condoms we probably still would be. I think we must have used a whole box.
“Where do you live?” he asks.
“New York,” I breathe. I cringe when I hear my husky voice-a symptomatic problem from lasts night’s Tequila and giving head activities, no doubt. “Where do you live?” I ask.
“Texas. Originally from Australia.”
I gently kiss his chest and smile in contentment. “I had a good wedding night.”
He kisses my forehead. “Me, too.” I feel his lips smile against my skin. “You probably won’t be walking for a while.”
I giggle into his chest. “Actually, can you organize a wheel chair to get me back to my room, please?”
“I would, but I think I will be using it myself.”
We lie in comfortable silence for a while longer. His hand runs back and forth over my behind, as if he’s memorizing every inch.
“Are you using the theorem of calculus to measure my ass?”
He laughs out loud and rolls me onto my back, holding my hands above my head. “Your mind is a fucking turn on,” he breathes before his tongue gently explores my mouth.
I just can’t get my fill of this guy. “I could say the same thing. I’ve never had bilingual sex before.” I smile. Hell, most guys I’ve slept with can’t even speak English to me when we have sex, let alone drop in and out of three languages.
He smiles as he bites my bottom lip and pulls it toward him. “Moi non plus. Je peux être accro.”
Translation: Me neither. I may be addicted.
I have always had a love of languages. They were my stress reliever when I was in high school and my parents were divorcing. I would lock myself in my bedroom and listen to language tapes through headphones so I couldn’t hear them fighting. Looking back, all those hours alone in my room spent teaching myself was worth it just to experience the night I had with him.
He challenged me, but I challenged him right back, and I know I surprised him. Hell, I surprised myself.
It was empowering to be able to keep up with such an obviously intelligent man. Our eyes lock and something clicks into place as I feel a flutter deep in my stomach.
“What do you do for work?” I ask to change the subject.
He lies naked on his side and rubs his hand over my breast, squeezing it hard. “I’m a mechanic.”
I bite my lip to stifle my smile. He has softer hands than me. No way is he a mechanic.
So, we’re playing that game, are we?
“What do you do?” he asks.
“I work in an ice cream shop.”
He can’t hide his smile. “You are a dreadful liar. There is no way in Hell you serve ice cream.”
I laugh. “You lied first.”
He laughs as his lips drop to my nipple and he takes it in his mouth. “Touché.” He smirks.
“What do you think I do?” I ask.
He narrows his eyes as he thinks. “Your body tells me you are a gym instructor, but your mind tells me you’re a scientist.”
I smile as I bring his lips to meet mine. “I have to go.” I sit up.
He frowns and leans up onto his elbow. “What? Where are you going?”
I stand up, and his eyes drop down my body. “New York,” I answer.
He frowns, “You’re going home? Today?”
I nod as I walk around his room picking up my clothes. “Uh-huh.” I pick up my phone and check the time. “I fly out in three hours. I’ve got to get a move on.”
His face drops. “But…”
I pick up my bra and put it on. “But what?”
“I wanted to see you again,” he says as he watches me dress.
I smile and lean over the bed to kiss his gorgeous lips. “Hmm.” I smile against them. “Sorry. Bachelorette weekend is over.”
He leans up and grabs me, pulling me back on top of him. “Stay another night.”
God, I wish. He kisses me again.
“I already have my plane ticket for today,” I breathe.
“I’ll buy you another ticket for tomorrow,” he offers.
For a brief moment, I consider it.
“I’m here until tomorrow,” he tells me. “We could spend another night together.” He smiles sexily.
Could I?
Who am I kidding? We don’t even know each other’s names and he just lied straight out and told me he was a mechanic. Besides, I’m totally out of money. I wouldn’t even be able to pay for my dinner tonight. Damn it. “Sorry, hubby.” I stand and put my black lacy panties on as he watches me. “This is where our marriage ends.”
He puts both hands behind his head as he lies back down and smiles broadly.
My face mirrors his. “What?”
“I kind of like being married to you.”
I widen my eyes at him in jest.
“I know. Shocking, isn’t it?” He smirks.
I pull my dress over my shoulders and slip into it.
“Come back to bed. I’m not finished with you.”