He kisses me slowly. “Challenge accepted. My mission is now crystal clear. Fuck my brainiac wife and inject her with my super human sperm.”
“Oh, my God.” I laugh out loud. “You are determined on keeping that romance score as low as possible, aren’t you?”
He winks sexily and sips his scotch. “You bet, baby.”
We walk down the street, hand in hand.
This is the honeymoon of all honeymoons. I can’t stop smiling. We have eaten and laughed our way around Paris. Sleeping in, having sex whenever we want, sleeping late, drinking cocktails, sightseeing, speaking French…when it’s actually necessary.
“I love Paris.” I smile.
“Paris loves you,” Cam replies casually. “Let’s go home and spend the afternoon in bed.”
“That sounds awfully good.”
His eyes flick to mine and he smiles darkly. “Do you want to stop for a few drinks before we go back to our hotel?”
“No,” I reply as I look at the bustling street around us. “Let’s just go home.”
We walk past a pharmacy. “I’ve just got to go in here for a moment.” He pulls me in by the hand.
I’m not really concentrating and I just follow him around. “What are you looking for?” I ask as he looks for something specific.
“I think it should be…” He frowns and goes to the next aisle and looks around. “Aha.” He picks a large bottle off the shelf and then keeps looking for something, and then picks another bottle from the shelf.
“What’s that?” I ask.
His eyes hold mine. “Lube.”
What?
My eyes widen and I swallow the lump in my throat.
Fuck.
“Sure you don’t want that drink?” he asks as he raises his brow.
“Yeah, maybe I will,” I murmur.
“You should maybe have a few.” His eyes drop to my lips. “You’re going to need to relax. I need my wife soft and supple to work with.”
Double fuck.
Two hours and a few cocktails later, we burst into our room. Cameron has been talking dirty to me for the last two hours and I’m pretty sure if he blows in my direction I’ll orgasm. Our lips are locked and he walks me backwards.
“You know, Cam, I was thinking.” He slides my jeans down my legs, completely preoccupied.
“Did it hurt?” he murmurs against my breast.
I fake a laugh. “You’re so funny.” I hold the top of his head as it drops lower, down my stomach.
“You know…” I pause as he bites my hip bone, and my mouth falls open. “I’m not really into this, Cameron.”
He bites me hard.
“I like our sex life the way it is. I don’t think I want to change it. You don’t try and fix what isn’t broken…right?”
He stands and his eyes hold mine. “This isn’t up for discussion, Ashley.” His voice has dropped to that dominant tone he gets when aroused.
I frown.
He runs his finger underneath my jaw and lifts my face so that it’s only millimeters from his. “You’re my wife.”
I get goosebumps.
“And I want to fuck your beautiful ass.”
I swallow the lump in my throat as a fission of fear runs through me.
“And I’m taking what’s mine. Today.”
I frown. “It’s not that I don’t want to but… you’re really big, Cam,” I whisper. “It scares me.”
“Have I ever hurt you, Bloss?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“You know I would never hurt you.” He kisses me, hard lips and soft tongue, and I feel my arousal start to pump. “I love you.” He kisses me again. “I want all of you.” Our kisses turns desperate. “I want you to want to please me and give me what I need.”
I can feel my body submitting to his.
“Trust me,” he whispers against my lips.
Our kiss is slow and tender and perfect, and fuck I do want to give him this.
It’s our honeymoon.
“What if it starts to hurt?”
“It will hurt… you know it will at first.” He slides my top over my shoulders and throws it to the floor, and undoes my bra and throws it off, too. He sucks on my nipple, hard enough that I wince in pain. “But sometimes a bit of pain is so, so good,” he murmurs against my skin.
I close my eyes as he drops to his knees in front of me and slides my skirt down, and then my panties.
I have my hands on his shoulders and he inhales deeply.
My eyes close in pleasure.
“You smell so fucking good, baby,” he whispers. He lifts my leg so it’s over his shoulder and licks my open flesh. He nibbles and licks and bites me, and I grip his shoulders as I try to remain standing. “Over to the bed, Bloss,” he whispers.
My heart is thumping hard in my chest and he leads me by the hand. “Lie down,” he whispers.
With his eyes not leaving mine, he lifts his t-shirt over his head.
My legs want to open by themselves, and I writhe in anticipation.
He slides his jeans down and then his briefs, and I am gifted with the sight of his huge hard penis that hangs heavily between his legs.
He starts to slowly stroke himself. “This is how it’s going to go, Bloss. I’m going to warm you up. Then I’m going to lube you up.”
I frown. “Yes,” I whisper.
“Then I’m going to put you on your hands and knees.”
I stare at him as my heart hammers in my chest. “Yes,” I whisper.
“Then I’m going to lube you up again.”
I can’t breathe.
He strokes himself and my mouth goes dry… he’s so hot.
“And you’re going to beg me to fuck you.”
I nod, no words will leave my mouth. I’m hardly breathing.
“Once I start, I’m not stopping.”
My scared eyes hold his.
“Do you understand me, Ashley?”
I nod.
Fuck.
He comes and sits next to me on the bed, spreads my legs wide and runs his fingertips through the lips of my sex. “Such a pretty pussy,” he whispers as he looks down at my open body.
I close my eyes and softly moan.
He slides in three fingers aggressively and I wince; he pumps me harder and harder and harder and I cry out as my back arches off the bed.
For ten minutes he rides me with his hard fingers until I can’t see straight.
“Get on your hands and knees, baby. I need to taste you.”
I frown. What?
“Do it,” he growls.
I shuffle onto my hands and knees and he comes around behind me and spreads my legs wide. “Down onto your elbows, Bloss.”
I drop down to my elbows and he puts his three fingers back into my sex.
In…out…in…out. Harder and harder and harder, and the bed is rocking, and I can’t think as my body rides out the pleasure.
And then his tongue sears my back opening, and I drop my head to the mattress.
Oh, my fucking God…this is too much.
Senses overload.
His fingers pump me hard while his tongue laps at me tenderly. “Don’t come,” he growls.
What?
“Cam,” I pant as my body lurches back and forward. “I’m going to come. I can’t last.”
He takes his fingers out and my body collapses onto the bed in a heap.
“Up on your knees!” he growls.
I get back up onto my knees and he begins to lick me again, and my legs are shaking and I can’t hold myself up. I can see him through my legs, and pre-ejaculate is dripping from his cock.
He is so turned on.
“Fuck me, Cameron,” I whimper. “Fuck me now.”
Satisfaction crosses his face and he stands and gets the lube, and pours it into his hand and begins to rub it all over my sex and behind.
He massages and massages and it feels so good, and then he slides his finger in deep and my eyes widen as my breath catches.
With one hand holding me by the shoulder, the other hand slowly begins to ride me.
I drop my head and moan.
In, out, and around and around.
I hate to admit it, but this feels-
“That’s it, baby,” he whispers. “Feels so good, doesn’t it?”
I nod my head and I think I have double vision. My body begins to take him in a rhythm.
Oh.
My.
Fucking.
God.
Then I feel him nudge his cock at my entrance and I close my eyes. He grabs my hip with one hand and guides himself into me with the other.
Ah, fuck.