Emery
“Look at you.”
The lust in my husband's voice made my nipples hard. I watched his approach in the mirror over the vanity of the hotel in Ibiza we were staying in for our honeymoon. Our wedding had been everything I’d ever wanted and then some—a small family-only celebration in the backyard of his parents’ house. Elvis and Kaya had walked me down the aisle together, and there hadn’t been a dry eye anywhere.
“Husband.”
“Wife,” he murmured. Wrapping his arms around my naked body, he settled his hands against my belly and kissed the side of my neck. At five months along my bump was still on the smaller side, but Rafe loved to touch and talk to my stomach. Without fail he rubbed cocoa butter on my belly twice daily and he never missed an opportunity to run his hands over my growing stomach. Pregnancy hormones being what they were meant I cried a lot over how beautiful I thought that was. Earlier in the week, we’d found out that we would be having a little girl. We hadn’t told anyone yet, but we’d already decided her name would be Jasinda Kaya.
“Staying away from you last night was hell,” he said as he ground his cock against me.
My lips parted as I reached back and set my hand against his neck. “For me, too,” I answered. “You know how hard it is for me…”
I blushed as I let my sentence trail off. Pregnancy had turned me into some kind of a nympho, something that pleased Rafael to no end.
He lifted his head and looked at me in the mirror. Setting his lips next to my ear he asked, “Were you a good girl?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“You didn’t try to make yourself come?”
I bit my lip and shook my head. I’d wanted to, but knowing how he felt about my orgasms, I’d powered through the night without one.
“You wanted to,” he growled. “I can see it in your eyes. You thought about slipping your fingers between your legs and fucking your tight cunt. I bet even thinking about it got you so goddamn wet.”
I whimpered and ground back against him. “That wasn’t what made me wet. Every time I closed my eyes I thought of your cock or your tongue, the way you feel when you fuck me, how good it is when you come on my tits.”
His eyes held mine in the mirror as he glided his hands up to my breasts and cupped them in his hands. “I love the way you moan when I rub my come on your nipples.”
I whimpered as he gently pinched each nipple. My breasts were so sensitive that anything too firm hurt. Lucky for me, my husband knew exactly how much pressure to apply.
“Do you want to know what I thought about last night, Miel?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
His gaze dropped to my ass as he took a step back and pulled off his gray boxer briefs. I whimpered when I caught a glimpse of his thick, hard cock in the mirror.
“I thought about how many times I’m going to make you come on our honeymoon. I thought about the way you look when you ride my dick and the way you moan around my cock when you suck it. I was weak, Miel. I snuck out of Mateo and Ava’s guesthouse and tried to come home to you. I got as far as the door to our room when Elvis showed up and started pecking at me like he knew I wasn’t supposed to be there. He should’ve been asleep, but he wasn’t so out of it that he didn’t know to come kick my ass.”
I giggled then moaned as Rafe pressed his cock against my buttocks.
“Saw the way you looked at me on the plane ride,” he continued. “Wanted to fuck you, but I knew better. First, the flight was just over an hour, which wasn’t enough time. Second, you’ve been deprived for thirty-six hours which means when I shove my cock into you, you’re going to writhe and scream and beg me to fuck you hard.”
I blushed and bit my lip as I nodded. “You made a good call,” I admitted.
“You know how much I fucking love when you beg,” he growled.
Taking a step back, he smacked me on my left buttock. “Lean forward, spread your legs and stick your ass out. Show me how wet you are.”
I moaned as I followed his instructions.
“Dios,” he rasped. “So wet. Does it hurt, Miel?”
I whimpered as I wiggled my hips. “It won’t when you put your cock inside me,” I teased.
He let out a sharp laugh as he came in close and rubbed the thick head of his cock against me.
“Rafe,” I whispered.
“Seven whole days alone, Miel. Imagine all the ways I’m going to fuck you while we’re here. If you weren’t already pregnant, this week would do it.”
I opened my mouth to reply only to lose my train of thought when he gripped my hips and pushed into me.
“Fuuuuck,” he groaned. “So fucking wet.”
I clenched around him, my clit throbbing as he worked himself in and out of me. “Harder,” I begged. “Give me this first one quick, baby.”
He pulled out almost all the way and then thrust himself back in. I cried out as he did it again and again as he worked his cock inside of me.
“You should see this,” he rasped. “So wet, Miel. I love fucking you from behind and watching your little lips grip on my dick.”
I whimpered as he pulled out and pounded into me again. Gripping the sink basin for leverage, I bounced back against him.
“Fuck me,” I cried.
His hands dug into my hips as he picked up speed, fucking into me with powerful strokes. “Please, oh please, oh God, please,” I wailed. “Fuck me!”
Letting go of my hips, he cupped my tits in his hands and started pinching my nipples as he fucked me.
“Look at yourself in the mirror,” he growled.
Lifting my eyes, I looked at the pleasure on my face as he fucked me.
“I love you so much, Emery. So, so much.”
I clenched around him as his cock worked its magic. “I love you too,” I cried.
“That’s it, Miel. Grip my dick and swivel those hips. Come all over my cock.”
Every time his cock sank into me, I moaned, and every time he pulled out, I begged him to fuck me harder.
When he picked up speed again, I dropped my head and cried out. “There, there!”
He pinched my nipples a little harder, just enough for it to sting. I screamed as I came, my body shaking as he fucked into me frantically. “Gonna come,” he yelled.
I shivered and chanted his name as hit after hit of his hot release made my pussy cream even more all over his cock. Rooting himself in deep, he jerked a few more times as he finished coming. When it was over, I whimpered when he pulled out.
“Don’t worry, Dulce Niña. There’s plenty more where that came from,” he murmured.
Over the next seven days, he proved that over and over again.