Chapter 43

Liam

3:50 PM SATURDAY

With Becky in my arms, I cross into our room. No one sees us as we move stark naked from the lift to the bridal suite.

“It’s not the threshold of our home…” I smile at her and kiss her on the tip of her nose. “But, hey, it’s where we’ll spend the night. So close enough.”

Becky giggles. I love the way her laughter sounds like the ringing of tiny bells.

Inside the bridal suite, I put her on the white leather lounge and grab the bottle of champagne staff have put on ice for me.

I fill our glasses and hand her one. “Here’s to us, my gorgeous wife.”

“To us,” she agrees, and our glasses clink as they touch.

The bubbles bounce across my tongue and down my throat.

I kneel in front of her and massage her feet.

“Now, my love.” I kiss her ankles and move upwards. She’s leaning back against the cushions and moaning softly.

“Yes?” Her voice is low and velvety.

It sends shivers of desire through my own fucking body. As much as I want to jump on her fucking bones, I restrain myself.

What’s the fucking hurry? I remind myself. We’ve got the rest of the night ahead of us―not to mention the rest of our lives.

“I was just thinking…” I glide along her body and come up next to her face. Here, I pick loose strands of hair out of her face and tuck them behind her ear.

Her green eyes are following my every move. I could stare into those eyes all day long. They suck me in. They’re full of promise.

“Remember what they say about thinking?” She’s wrinkling her nose a little as if she needs to sneeze.

“What do they say, love?” My hand now travels along the curves of her body. Briefly, it rests on her waist before moving on to her ass. I cup her right ass cheek. It feels perfect in my hand.

“You should leave the thinking to the horses―they’ve got the bigger head.”

I laugh. “Can I confess something?”

She shrugs. “You mean, now that we’re, like, married and everything?”

Her words are like honey to my soul, ice cream melting on my heart. It feels so fucking good to hear her say it out loud.

I’m getting all poetic, for a second or two. Will I come out with a sonnet or a lyric? I doubt it.

I nearly laugh out loud at the thought.

But there’s no doubt about it: life’s pretty fucking good with this girl by my side. Who’d have thought I’d end up married? And what’s more, married to such a gem as Becky?

“I never pictured myself the marrying kind, but…” I pause and, almost by itself, feel my hand move from ass to her fucking wet pussy. “But now that I’m married to you…it feels fucking perfect.”

Becky moans and wriggles her hips toward my hand resting on her pussy.

“I guess that was the only way I was ever going to get married: meet someone in Vegas, have a whirlwind romance and a wedding.” I grin.

“You know what?” Becky’s lips are hovering over mine.

Her tits are dangling over my body deliciously, like ripe apples for the taking.

“What, love?”

“Too much fucking talking and not enough fucking.”

I grin from ear to ear. I did marry the right woman. She’s fucking perfect.

Her lips melt into mine.

She tastes of sweetness, of adventure, and of fucking lust.

It’s in her eyes, in her kiss, and in her pussy.

My hand finds her clit and pushes against it. The pressure is sending spasms of pleasure through her.

I sigh.

Slowly, I play with her fucking clit, and in return, she bites my lip.

Her body’s half-wrapped around mine, entangled in body and spirit―kindred spirits and lovers.

Our kiss lasts forever.

Her tongue explores my mouth as if she’s never been in it. I return the favor and revel in the sensation.

How can one kiss mean so fucking much? I don’t want it to end; I want it to go on forever.

Slowly, my finger leaves her clit and pushes inside her pussy. She’s so fucking wet and ready. I go as deep as I can and then curl my finger, finding her sweet spot.

There’s no doubt about me hitting the right place with her body arching up to meet me. A muffled moan escapes her lips.

Eventually, she pulls away from me, and I feel a sense of loss. I marvel at how quickly she’s got to me. I need her, all of her.

With a smile and a glint in her eyes, she slides down my body and pushes me onto my back.

For a second she stares at my quivering fucking cock as if evaluating it, working out how to get it into her tight fucking pussy. I nearly grab her and shove her on top of me, but I wait and watch, my anticipation building.

I feel as if I’m on the edge of my seat, watching a super suspenseful thriller.

After what seems like forever, she maneuvers those gorgeous hips of hers over my body and slides her wet pussy along my dick.

My cock slips up and down her slit, trying desperately to enter her. But she’s quick. She doesn’t allow it access, not yet.

She’s like a computer file that I have yet to crack. No matter—I know I’ll find the password soon enough.

Her hands support her weight on either side of my body. Those perfect tits of hers are bouncing up and down with each and every one of her movements.

I reach for them and cup them. They fit my hand just right, a bit of flesh spilling out of my grip.

Firmly, I squeeze them and let my fingers hover over her nipples. They’re so tight, I can feel them poke into my flesh.

My index finger rubs across them.

And suddenly, without warning, her teasing is over, and she straddles my pulsing, waiting fucking cock.

Instantly, my brain takes a leave of absence, and explosions rip through me. At first, she rides me slowly and gently. Her ass cheeks slam into my thigh with each thrust. My fingers are busy with her tits.

Her eyes are on mine. I see myself in them, and I see her.

Flames lick at the tip of my dick, and a tingling sensation sweeps over me. I feel myself get lost in her gaze, the intensity of her thrusts and the orgasm building.

She increases her tempo and rides me harder and faster. I respond and match her thrusts, meeting her with each downward movement.

Time stands still, and all I notice is her eyes and the delicious sound of her naked ass hitting my skin.

If I were to die right here right now, I’d die a happy fucking man.

Her arms shake a little, and I can feel her muscles twitch. She must be getting close to unleashing her own orgasm.

I want to stay with her and come at the same time. I want us to unite and celebrate.

And so my hips move upwards faster and harder so I can pummel into her deeper and deeper. The walls of her fucking pussy are grabbing my cock, as if they want to fucking milk it dry of any last drop of cum.

And then I feel her orgasm, just as I unleash my cum inside of her.

Her eyes never leave mine as she rides her wave of pleasure. We come at the same time, and when she’s finished spasming, she collapses on top of me.

My right hand caresses her spine, and my left plays with her hair. I love the feel of her soft face against my chest. I kiss her gently on the top of her head.

“You’re fucking amazing,” I whisper. “I’m the luckiest man on the planet.”

She giggles and lifts her head. “And I’m the luckiest woman in the universe.”

I laugh. “You’re the luckiest woman in Vegas, at least.”

I adjust my body so I can wrap my arms around her and feel all of her nakedness against me. The minute my cock feels the back of her ass, it starts to harden again.

It seems my cock can’t get enough of her either.

My lips kiss her on the neck and suck on her ear lobe. She presses into me, against my cock.

“You want more?” I whisper into her ear, and she half-turns toward me.

“I was about to ask you the same question.”

I squeeze her tightly. “How about a little toast first?”

She shrugs, and I untangle myself out of her embrace. I’m amazed at how empty I feel without her in my arms.

It takes me just a minute or less to fill up our glasses.

“Here’s to our marriage,” says Becky and lifts her glass.

“To marriage and adventure,” I agree.

We both take a sip, and when she puts her glass down, she wraps her legs around me so she’s sitting on me.

Now her tits are right in front of my mouth, and I waste no time allowing my mouth to cup one of those delicacies tangling there for the taking.