Chapter Thirteen
“Finally, I get you all to myself,” Carver said once they slipped back inside the car and waved their final goodbyes to the crowd.
“Have I been a good and patient wife?” she asked with a blush as he gathered her close.
Yasmin slipped into his lap and put her arms around his neck. Carver pressed the button, and a divider rose between them and the driver. He set his teeth on her pulse, and she shuddered. Carver unzipped her slowly, carefully, as if he were unwrapping a present, and used his fingers to trace her spine. The sensation of his callused fingers against her bare skin was a welcome one.
He bent his head and plundered her mouth without restraint, deepening the kiss when she parted her lips. Carver slid her top lower, along with her strapless bra, baring her breasts. The cool air hardened her nipples, and she moaned when he lowered his head and took one to his mouth. She groaned, feeling his hand slide up her leg, past the gauzy fabric to gain access to her exposed pussy.
“Already so wet for me, angel?” he asked, playing with the folds of her pussy lips.
“I’ve been wet for you since we exchanged our vows,” she answered, teasing a rumble of what sounded like approval from his chest.
He grazed lightly at the bud with his teeth and rolled his tongue around it, before biting down, leaving a perfect imprint of his mark there. She squirmed on his lap, but he held her captive, making her entire body hyperaware. Carver continued rubbing at her between her legs, her clit, building the growing pressure inside of her until she felt ready to burst.
Her husband left another bite on her other breast, grinning as he said, “Now they match. I want to mark you all up, pretty wife. To remind you that everything of you—tits, pussy, ass, all of you, including the heart beating in that chest, belongs to me.”
She could only moan in response.
“Repeat everything back to me,” he ordered, and that firm voice turned her entire body hot, made her feel so alive.
“All of me belongs to you, tits, pussy, ass, heart. All of me,” she whispered.
“That’s perfect.” He undid the zipper of his trousers. Taking initiative, she reached for his dick. He didn’t reprimand her for that but watched her with the glazed looked of a predator as she curled her fingers around his shaft and began to work him. He groaned, taking her mouth again. She faltered, but he put his fingers on hers, encouraging her to continue.
After he released her mouth, she watched eagerly as he went from half to full mast.
“Tell me how much you want this cock in your tight little pussy,” he said.
“Very badly,” she whispered.
“Good answer.” He hiked her skirts further up and positioned his engorged prick to her slick entrance. Carver gripped her hips, and she held onto his shoulders as he finally breached her, not stopping once until he fully sheathed himself inside her slit. She gasped at the slight burn, but knew he’d soon replace that with ecstasy.
He began thrusting in and out of her. She bounced on his lap, meeting him for every entry, crying out as he went faster, deeper, not caring if the driver heard them.
“Mine, all mine finally,” he uttered against her ear.
“I was always yours,” she whispered, rubbing her super sensitive breasts against his shirt. “I love you.”
“I love you so fucking much, too, Yas,” he said automatically, the words instantly setting her heart aflame.
He held her hips harder and shifted his hips and slammed into her G-spot. It felt like she died and went to heaven. Yasmin forgot they were in a moving vehicle, couldn’t recall where they were going. A surprise, Carver said. Well, that surprise could wait because the only thing that mattered at that moment was him, claiming her every inch. His last push sent her over the edge. Yasmin cried out, seeing stars as she climaxed over his dick.
For a moment, she floated in a sea of complete and utter bliss.
Carver pumped in and out of her several more times. Yasmin was pretty sure he was about to come, but he pulled out, face strained and reached for something in his back pocket. Lube. Barely recovering from her orgasm, she blushed, aware of what came next. Carver had been talking about taking her in the ass for a while.
“Hold your skirts up,” he commanded. She did just that, feeling the cool liquid on her other hole, and then Carver pushing one finger in. She whimpered. The sensation was odd and yet not unpleasant. He added a second, closely watching her expression the entire time.
“Can you really fit in there?” she asked, glancing at his fully erect and very impressive cock.
“I will. You’ll take this dick in you, won’t you, sweet wife?”
She nodded, excited by the prospect of Carver sliding his dick there, in that forbidden place. He added a second finger and began making twisting motions.
“Touch yourself.”
She began rubbing at her pussy, already aching and sensitive from his earlier use, but she was also incredibly turned on by Carver prepping her ass for his access.
“Done,” he said after applying more lube inside her ass.
She held onto his shoulders as he rubbed his cockhead into her other entrance. Yasmin widened her eyes at the first inch. A burn started, but she knew it was only momentary.
“Breathe, angel. That’s it. Relax.”
Yasmin willed her inner muscles to relax as he pushed his way in. Once he slid his cockhead past the thick stubborn ring of muscles, it went a lot easier. He pulled out, only to slide back in, slow and steady, until he managed to sheathe his prick fully inside her ass.
“I didn’t say you could stop pleasuring yourself.”
She slid two fingers inside her, moaning and rubbing at her pussy as he began hammering in and out of her ass.
“God,” she whispered. “This feels unexpectedly good.”
“Fuck yeah, it does.”
The dual sensation of her fingering herself and Carver sliding in and out of her, proved too much. Her tits started to ache, and she began furiously rubbing her chest against him, seeking relief.
“Fuck yourself on your fingers again.”
She pushed three fingers inside her dripping cunt, groaning as he continued pistoning in and out of her.
“Come for me again, angel. Do it now,” he ordered.
She gasped, clawing at his back as she exploded, mind hazing once again. They hadn’t even gotten to their honeymoon yet.
A few pumps in and out of her and he let out a groan, filling her ass with warmth. She rested her head against his chest, feeling well fucked by her husband, contented. Languidness filled her limbs, and she must have fallen asleep, because she woke up to his kiss later. She opened her eyes to slits, aware of him zipping her dress back up. He must have cleaned her up between her legs while she’d dozed off, too.
“Oh no, are we there?” she asked.
“We’re here.” He grinned and opened the door, letting her head out first.
Confusion filled her for a moment, as she realized where they were—a private airstrip. Parked a few meters from them was a private jet. Then she gasped and hugged him as he got out of the car.
“You mentioned you always wanted to see the world, so we’re doing that for our honeymoon,” he said, automatically catching her, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“But what about your businesses?” she asked.
“Sal will take care of things while I’m gone, and besides, I’m always reachable on my cell, but only if it’s an emergency. It’s your time and mine, baby. Making you happy is my number one priority.”
Tears filled her eyes. Damn this man. He always seemed to be able to make her cry. Carver leaned in, kissing her tears away.
“Are those tears of happiness?” he asked.
“Of course they are,” she blurted. “Carver, you just made me the happiest wife on earth.”
“And it’s just the beginning, angel,” he said, flashing her that infectious grin. “You ready to go on this new adventure with me, wife?”
“Very ready, husband.”