“Let’s start in the bathroom,” Eduardo said.

“The bathroom?” That sounded weird, but not wanting to be disagreeable, I said, “Whatever you say.”

He continued taking his clothes off. As each item hit the floor, my mouth grew drier.

Down to his shorts now, I could see the outline of his erection as it nudged against the fabric, desperate to be freed.

My breathing had grown more shallow, and my nipples hardened.

This was happening, and this man was my husband. Might as well embrace it. I took a step closer to him and whispered, “Let me do that.”

His handsome face brightened. “Be my guest, Mrs. Soto.”

The title rang false, but nothing could distract me from unwrapping what, judging by what I could see so far, might be my favorite wedding present of all.

He walked me over to the bed and pressed my shoulders down until I got the message and sat on the side of the bed. Winding his hands through my hair, he bent and kissed me. The hair on his legs brushed against my nipples, and a fresh wave of desire overtook me. When he straightened, he kept his hands in my hair, and his cock jutted at me, inches from my face, still sheathed in his boxer briefs.

Unable to contain my anticipation, I yanked at the elastic band of his underwear and pulled them down—in the process, releasing his enormous cock.

It was his turn to groan as I curled my fingers around it and licked the tip.

“Fuck, Chloe,” he said, digging his fingers into my head, massaging my scalp.

I was grateful for this. Some men tried to choke you the minute they had their dick in your mouth. Fuckers. I liked how Eduardo encouraged me, the way he let me be in control, and I rewarded him by running my tongue along the underside of his shaft. Then I took him down my throat inch by inch until I couldn’t fit any more of him in my mouth. The head of his cock hit the back of my throat, and there were several inches left I couldn’t swallow.

Damn, he was huge. I might have to take some deep-throating lessons from the Internet. At least he didn’t have any complaints so far. I bobbed my head up and down, sucking him the best I could until he caressed my face and gently withdrew.

“Go stand in the bathroom and face the mirror. Legs apart, palms on the counter,” he rasped.

I’d gotten used to men seeing me naked long ago, but there was something so intimate about his request that I felt a twinge of anxiety. Regardless, I did as he said.

He stood behind me, his erection pressing against my buttocks.

“Lean over.” I adjusted my position so that I was bent at the waist which gave him better access to my ass.

He held me from behind, one hand traveled between my legs, while the other hand slid over my breasts.

A rush of desire made me lightheaded again, and I was grateful for the support of the counter. His fingers traced my folds, rubbing me, and he even did this little pinch of my clit I’d never felt before that made me jump with pleasure.

There was a world of things I didn’t know about my husband the bishop, and hell, I couldn’t wait to learn what they were. He played with my breasts with his other hand, making me cry out.

“You like that, beautiful?”

Unable to speak, I nodded.

“Look in the mirror.”

I lifted my eyes and they met his gaze in our reflection.

“I want to watch your face while I do this to you.”

Instinctively I wanted to close my eyes. There was something dangerously intimate about his request, and I wasn’t sure I could do it.

He slid a finger inside me, and my muscles clenched around it. He nuzzled my neck leaving a swath of scorching kisses in his wake before saying, “Open your eyes.”

Reluctantly, my lids fluttered open, and I forced myself to stare at him while he played with my pussy. He ran his hands over my entire body paying special attention to the places that made me shriek when he manipulated them. He stroked my wetness up and down, in and out, tracing circles on my most tender spot until I finally couldn’t take anymore and begged, “Eduardo, please. Please fuck me.”

“Anything for you, baby. Lift up on your tiptoes.”

I raised myself onto the balls of my feet, lifting my hips to just the right angle for him to plunge inside me from behind. At first my vagina twitched and I jerked slightly, his size overwhelming me.

“I’m sorry. I’ll go slowly,” he said

But suddenly, I wanted the pain. I wanted whatever it was going to take to have him.

He eased himself in and out of me slowly, making me crave the next thrust. The pace of his lovemaking was delicious and each time he pulled back I ached for him to fill me again. Then he would relieve my craving when he pushed inside.

“Gosh, you’re so big, do you think you’ll be able to get all of it inside me?”

He chuckled. “Pretty close,” he said as he slammed into my cervix.

Once he got a good rhythm going he plunged into me so hard I thought I might come. He tweaked my nipples, bringing an intoxicating mixture of pain and pleasure. But when he brought his hand around and started playing with my clit as he pounded into me I knew I was really close.

“Try to open your eyes.”

“Oh, God, I’m going to come,” I shrieked.

“I can feel it. Do it. Let go,” he said.

I couldn’t help but squeeze my eyes shut. I wasn’t sure if it was even possible for me to have an orgasm with my eyes wide open. Most of the time I’d see a cascade of multi-colored stars shooting across my field of vision while little tremors shook my body as it surrendered to the release.

Knowing he’d made me come, Eduardo picked up the pace and rocked my body like it had never been rocked before. I felt the warmth of his semen before he rested atop me. His body fit well with mine, and when he finally withdrew I felt the slightest hint of disappointment because I wished he could stay inside me.

“Damn, that was not what I was expecting.”

He gave me a wicked grin as he reached for a towel and started wiping the sweat off himself. “Told you.”

He was right. He did.

I turned around, and he held me in his arms, kissing me tenderly on the lips.

After a couple of minutes, I excused myself to clean myself up in the little room with the toilet. When I came out, I put on one of the hotel robes and went to join him on the bed.

“What’s this?” He pointed at the spa-style robe.

“You made me sleepy.”

“Okay. We can take a break, but if you remember I said let’s start in the bathroom.”

A surge of fresh appreciation for Eduardo rushed through me and I realized, I’d been infected with the same passion he had. “So, you’re saying you want to go another round?”

“I know you’ve been sick, and I’d never force anything on you.” He held out an arm, and I snuggled into the crook of his armpit, our legs entwined. “But there’s definitely going to be a round two.”

“I have to say—you’re awfully big. I’m going to be sore tomorrow.”

“Are you telling me you can’t handle me?” he teased.

“Hey, I’m a stripper, not a hooker. I haven’t had sex in a long time.”

“What’s a long time?”

“Over a year.” I shrugged. “Besides, that’s an anaconda in there.” I pointed at his crotch.

“I hope it’s not going to be a problem for you.”

I shook my head. “I’ll get used to it.”

“Good, because I will be wanting to take that pussy of yours over and over again. I’ll just have to stretch you out so you can accommodate me.”

Talk like that made me dizzy with desire all over again. “Mmmhmm.”

I heaved a sigh.

I could get used to this.