“Baby, ‘bout to lose my shit,” I growl in fevered impatience, about to start ripping my way through the eighty fucking layers of dress keeping me from her pussy. “If you're not naked in ten seconds, I'm grabbing a pair of scissors to cut this fucker off you.”
“Settle down.” She stands up and turns her back to me. “You unzip me. I'll take care of this.” She reaches under her dress, pulling out a skirt lookin' thing, throwing it across the room. Then another. And something else. “Almost done.”
“I would hope to hell so. Jesus, you're a walkin' fucking magic trick!”
She slips the dress off her shoulders and steps out of the mountainous pool at her feet, leaving her in all white lace — strapless bra, stockings, garter and a thong. This I can work with, and move to do so.
“Nuh uh.” She puts a hand to my chest and shuffles a step back. “You're too worked up. Let me, you'll rip it.” Slowly, she strips for me, laying each item carefully aside. When she's completely naked, and I'm borderline insane with lust, she mewls, “your turn.”
With agile hands, my woman undresses me, on her hands and knees when finished. She leans in to take me in her mouth, but it's me that stops her this time.
“I'm too on edge, baby. I’ll come down your throat in second. Get back on the bed.”
“No.” She aims a cunning smile up at me.
“What do you mean 'no?'”
“If my mouth will set you off that fast, what do you think my pussy will do? I want tonight to last; slow, endless, sweet lovemaking. So let me suck you off, then you'll be ready to go longer.”
If a man exists that would argue that logic, he sure the hell isn't me.
“You want to suck it first?” I ask in smug virility as I rub the tip along her bottom lip. “Tell me, baby. You dying to have my cock in your mouth?”
I know she wants romance tonight, a soulful, sensuous memory to keep forever in her mental wedding album, and I have every intention of giving it to her — right after we finish the filthy she started.
“Yes,” she moans thickly before taking me to the back of her throat in one deep, wet plunge.
I dig my fingers in her hair and control the speed, fucking her mouth with fast, brutal thrusts. “So good, Laney. You like your husband's big cock in your mouth, don't you? Take it baby, all of it.”
Her hum of pleasure vibrates around me and I shudder, my balls drawing up tight. “You wanna mouthful of my cum? Yeah, you do. Suck hard baby, swallow me.” I let out a sharp hiss, fisting her hair as I erupt, pumping my hips forward until I'm drained of every thick, hot spurt. “That's my good girl. Now get on the bed and spread your legs for me. I want to nestle between them and give you romantic, worshipping every inch of you all night.”
She scurries to obey, lying on her back, arms open and ready to embrace me. “Make love to me, Dane,” her silky plea, hooded eyes, glistening wet core… she's perfection, and I climb on the bed to join her, growing hard again from the mystical sight.
But I don't immediately go into her arms, rather scooting her back so I have room to move between her toned thighs, pressing them further apart as I kiss and lick my way up the inside of the sleek flesh, inhaling her wanting scent.
I know her flavor just as I know everything about her, but I swear, it always tastes like the first time, an additive burst of ambrosia on my tongue. I cover her slit with my ravenous mouth, lapping up her sweet cream, circling the tip of my tongue over her throbbing clit. A guttural sound of relieved ecstasy escapes her as she finds a firm grip in my hair to force my face down, closer, impossibly intimate, even as she bucks her hips upward. Smothering me in delicious, juicy need.
She combusts; crashing over the edge with a pealing, feminine cry as her pussy pulsates against my tongue, lathering my mouth and chin in her savory desire. I bring her down with gradual laves of my tongue, reaching up to softly grope her breasts, until her quivers and tiny, breathless whimpers subside.
Sliding my body up hers, making sure every part of me, dewy with a light sheen of sweat, brushes enticingly against every part of her, I descend upon and devour her mouth; sharing her sweetness with her. Kissing her with a tamed madness, gently commanding her tongue to my will, massaging her lips with the firmness of my own. I swallow her sexy moans and give some back, slinking a hand up her thigh to hitch it around my hip.
She writhes beneath me, both legs encircling my waist and her ankles locking together at my back before tilting her pelvis up in invitation. Her slick heat rubs against my cock and my inherit carnality flares within me, forcing me to pull back from the kiss and stare deep into her lust-glazed eyes as my thick, almost unintelligible, vibrato echoes through the room. “Beg me for it, Laney. Tell me exactly what you want.”
A wicked gleam flickers in her eyes, but only briefly, before a sentimental sheen takes over and she blinks away happy tears. “I want you deep inside me, my love. I want to feel you everywhere, feel how much you love me too.”
Despite my baser instinct to fuck her ruthlessly, own her body, mind and soul with an animalism that leaves her only thought of how my cock controls her… my baby wants tender. So, I tamp down my own selfish restlessness… and give my baby tender.
I reverently kiss up her neck as I ease inside her warm, swollen heaven, setting a passionate, deliberate pace. She moves with and against me, defying odds with the way her body contorts sinuously under my weight, driving me wild. And yet, I take deep, long exhales and hold on fiercely to my own reins, pumping my cock in and out of her in an amorous rhythm, nurturing every internal tremor she gives me.
But soon, her feathery mewls adopt a frustrated, bristling edge, and my baby's fondness for, and current lack of, the way I fuck her betrays her “plans,” and her wanton proclivity takes charge. With a surly groan, she drops her legs and pushes on my chest, telling me without words to roll over and let her on top. Fuck yeah… she's back. Wedding night or not, my woman's a Dane-dick, hungry beast—always.
A fiery blaze of thirsty greed in her eyes, she flings a leg over and straddles me, raking her nails down my stomach. “I tried,” she husks out and grabs my dick, guiding it to her opening and impaling herself on it in one mind-blowing descent. “And failed,” she pants, bouncing up and down on my cock. “Wanna fuck, always. May think I want soft, but I want us, want it our way, babe.”
Braced on my chest and breathing heavily, she swivels and pops her lush, curvy hips, spreading her legs farther apart so her clit meets my skin as she grinds down. I stare up at her, head thrown back, fleshy tits bouncing and noises of ecstasy ripping up her throat — a vision; not just the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen… but artful.
My smugness can't be contained as I watch my ornery, willful, lascivious goddess try to find, on her own, what only I can give her. I wait impatiently for what I know is coming. Her. As soon as she surrenders.
And… her muscles convulse around my girth, a gush of her warm essence coating me as she starts to tremble… then sighs loudly, opening her eyes to find mine. “Now, Dane, give it to me,” she bosses in a depraved howl. “Grab my hips babe, drive up into me, hard. Fuck. Your. Wife. 'Til I'm screaming for more, dammit. I want it so bad. Marriage didn't kill my Caveman, did it?” She taunts, squeezing me internally. Bratty lil’ vixen.
I flip her over with a hoarse roar, trapping both hands above her head in one of mine and push her legs apart with my hips. Around a mouthful of tit, I grunt, “You asked for it; teasing me, questioning me. You, wife, are about to get fucked.” I warn her only seconds before pounding into her savagely. Her walls swell, demanding me deeper inside her. I groan around the breast I'm sucking and release her hands so I can throw her legs over my shoulders. I pull myself upright to ensure she feels the brute force of each thrust, and with a punishing, probably bruising, clamp on her thighs, I ram into my pussy with feral abandon.
“This how you like it? Hard, deep cock? Say it,” my demand strained and surly.
“Yes,” she wails, walls clenching tighter, wave after wave of flutters rolling through her muscles, begging my dick to fill her.
This may be the most grueling sex we've ever had — raunchy, hedonistic, beastly fucking… unbelievable. My balls are drawn up so close to my body it's painful and my primitive instinct to mark her races up my spine; I need her to get hers… now.
So, I do what always ratchets her need to out-of-control levels — I fuck her mentally while pounding her physically. “Whose pussy is this, baby? Whose cock's in you? Tell me, scream it, Laney. Who owns this tight cunt?”
She peaks, toppling over in a scorching, wet rush that drenches my cock and drips down my balls. Laney Jo loves dirty talk. But even lost in delirium, she knows better than to not answer me, so through choked gasps of rapture, she says exactly what I want to hear. “My husband's pussy. Only my husband's. He owns it.”
I finish in dizzying bursts and a fierce howl, then collapse beside her, tugging her against me so we're one tangled, satiated being.
Minutes later, with an exhausted yawn, she repositions herself in the crook of my arm and half across my chest. “I'm so tired. Thank God we're just gonna honeymoon here for a few days.”
“You know better than that.” I chuckle, kissing the top of her head. “You're still dick delusional, talking crazy. Baby, we fly out tomorrow afternoon for our real honeymoon.”
She lifts her head, wide eyes on mine. “What? Where are we going?”
“Hmmm,” I play coy, unable to resist grazing my fingers over her core, rubbing in our combined wetness. Primal. A sign of ownership, and who I am, unapologetically. “Let's see, somewhere fancy, romantic and worthy of the only time you'll ever get a honeymoon, yet, not too fancy and perfectly you. Where is such a place?”
Her beautiful face scrunches up in thought, absolutely adorable… and it hits her. And in her excitement, she hits me — a playful swat on my arm. “Are you taking me to Disneyland Paris?” She gasps.
I love our connection, an irreplicable dynamic where two halves of the same person fuse into one. “Where else would I take my baby?”
“I love you,” she whispers, gently kissing me. “And you, husband, are about to get fucked,” her voice now aggressive.
She swiftly initiates her promise, but almost instantly relinquishes control to me, basking in the intensity I give her. Will always give her.