Feeling the slight tickle of whiskers on my shoulder has me smiling. I’m on my side, naked in bed with the sheet halfway down my body. I’m so comfortable, yet the feel of Quill’s breath on my skin has me all warm and wet.
“Mmm,” I sigh into the pillow as his warm, soft kisses trail down my spine to the curve of my back, stopping just above my ass. His tongue sneaks out and licks my skin, and my stomach flips. My clit throbs just at the thought of him being inside me again.
Flipping me over onto my back, he lies down beside me and tucks my hair behind my ear. “Morning, wife.”
I smile, loving those words on his lips. Running the back of my hand down his scruffy jaw, I reply, “Morning, husband. God, I still can’t believe you’re my husband.”
He laughs, then kisses the tip of my nose. “I am, and you’re never getting rid of me, there’s no turning back now.”
I lean up and peck his lips. “I never want to turn back, Quill. Since meeting you my life feels full.”
He crashes his lips to mine, and his right hand slides down the side of my body, tucking under my knee and lifting my leg high over his waist. His mouth leaves mine, and kisses along my jawbone and down my neck. “How is it that you always smell of vanilla and peaches?”
Laughing out loud, I pull back and look into his eyes. “That’s my bodywash.”
“I swear I could die just being surrounded by your scent.”
Placing my hands on his shoulders, I push him back so he’s flat on his back and straddle his waist. He frowns but his eyes widen when I lift up, and without warning sink down onto his hard shaft. Quill arches his head back against the pillow, the corded muscles in his neck popping out, and I can’t help but lean down and lick the vein that stands out amongst the rest. Quill grips both my breasts, and he takes one into his mouth as the fingers on his other hand pulls at my nipple. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet. I could come just from being inside you.”
I moan at his words. “You feel so full and thick inside of me, Quill,” I admit as I ride him slowly, loving how every inch of his cock fills me. I continue in a slow and steady rhythm as I chase the orgasm I know is only just out of reach. “Mmm, God. Fuck, oh fuck,” I cry out as I pick up the pace. In this position his cock rubs against the most sensitive part of my pussy, my clit. Hearing Quill’s grunts, the sound of his ecstasy, has me close to coming. The image of him underneath me that I capture as I open my eyes, and look down at my husband getting lost in his pleasure, has me coming so hard I literally see stars. “Oh God, oh God, I’m coming, Quill!” I scream out, gripping his hard pecs and riding him until my orgasm subsides.
“Fuck, baby, you’re milking me. Fuck!” Warm liquid squirts inside of me, and then Quill is lost. His mouth opens as he moans out his release. I can’t help but let his cries fill my mouth, as I smash my lips to his. His grip on my hips is almost painful but I don’t care, I lift my pelvis up and down until I milk him dry.
“Now that’s what I call morning sex, I wasn’t expecting that,” Quill says on a sigh.
I look into his eyes. “You weren’t? What was all that kissing on my back about?”
“I was trying to slowly wake you up, I needed to tell you something.” His expression shows no hint of sarcasm so I sit up and lift myself off his body.
His tanned muscular chest, covered in ink has me wanting to lick every single part of it. But I ignore temptation and kneel beside him instead. I ask, “What is it, Quill?”
He sits up and leans against the headboard, pulling me beside him and draping one arm around my shoulders. I lightly run my index finger down his torso, tracing his pecs with my nail. “I’m so sorry, Jasmine, I know it’s our honeymoon and all….”
I stop him and complete his sentence. “But you have to go.”
His fingers tilt my chin, forcing my eyes to meet his. “Yeah, baby, I do.” He sighs as he runs his fingers gently through my hair. “I’m so sorry, I don’t want to leave you.” His blue eyes bore into mine, and I see the sincerity shining from them. I don’t doubt for one minute he’s sorry to be leaving me, but I know whatever is going on with Hawke must be serious. For Hawke to up and leave our wedding with no goodbye makes me think he’s in some sort of trouble, and it kills me that he’s holding it back from Quill. Quill and Hawke are best friends—they’ve known each other for years—but yet, whatever is going on, he’s keeping it from Quill.
“Is Hawke okay?”
He nods. “Yeah, baby. I called him early this morning while you were sleeping.”
I look at the clock on the side table; it’s just after eight. “What time did you call?”
“Just before I woke you.”
“Oh.”
“Baby, I don’t want you to worry, but I do have to go. Some shit’s going on with Hawke, and I know it has something to do with the club. Whatever it is, I need him to tell me to my face so I’ll know if he’s keeping shit from me. Because that asshole won’t give it up. He said he can take care of whatever it is, but I know Hawke. He’s holding back on me, and I need to find out what’s going on.”
I run my fingers over his jawbone and lock eyes with him. “I understand, Quill. And you have to go, you are president after all.”
“Baby, I need you to know that I don’t want to leave you, and that I don’t have a choice.”
“I know you don’t. Don’t worry about me, I’ll hang with Luisa.”
He leans in and kisses me, then pulls back. “How did I get so lucky to get you?”
“Mmm, let me think.” I smile as I tap my finger to my cheek in thought. Looking up at the ceiling, I say, “How did you get so lucky? Well….”
He begins to tickle me, and I slide down the bed on my back, laughing so loud I feel the baby move. “Wait, Quill, quick! Feel my stomach, the baby’s moving.”
Quill shoots up and places his hand underneath mine, resting it on my belly where I’d felt the kicking.
“Oh my God, he just did it again,” Quill says, his voice filled with awe.
“He? What makes you think it’s a he?”
“Because, babe, I need a son to take over from me one day.”
I draw my eyebrows together. “And what if it is a girl?”
“Then I’m fucked, that’s what,” he says, kissing my belly. “Sorry, little one, but if you’re a girl, and if you’re as gorgeous as your mom, I’m gonna keep you locked up till you’re thirty.”
“Quill!” I state. “You’re crazy.”
“Babe, I’m serious,” he replies, his face pained. Quill leans over and kisses my tummy again. “I don’t care what sex you are, little one, just know that we will love you no matter what,” he murmurs. Tears pool in my eyes at the vision before me. “I love you, baby.” Quill runs his thumb over my cheek.
I sniffle. “I love you, too.”