Rein
Brayden stood with me in his arms. Water dripped off our legs onto the tiles at our feet as we bent to pick up our shoes. As I bent over, he slapped my ass then lifted my skirt up. He groaned with desire and ran his fingers over my sloppy wet pussy.
I stayed where I was for him as he eased a finger inside me. I bit my lip and looked over my shoulder at him. His eyes were fixed on his finger moving in and out of me. I could hear how wet I was. I pressed back against him, encouraging him to go deeper. I was so turned on, I could barely stand it. I couldn’t wait to get him back to the room and rip his clothes off. I wanted to feel his bare skin against mine. I wanted to taste him and feel him fill me up.
I moaned when he stretched me with another finger. He pushed in deep and curled his fingers inside me. He began an exquisite rhythm of flicking his fingers until my knees nearly buckled. He wrapped his other arm under me and held me up as he worked harder and faster, until I gave in to the pleasure and let it crash over me.
I was a breathless mess when he pulled his fingers out of me. He licked them off and slapped my ass. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s go. I want to get that fucking dress off you.”
I straightened, and my legs wobbled.
Brayden offered me his arm, which I took thankfully, and the two of us left the spa with our shoes in our hands.
My cheeks were bright pink as we walked down the hall to the elevator. A few couples passed us, and I turned my face away in embarrassment. They must have all known what Brayden and I had been up to.
Brayden wasn’t as bashful as me. He walked with his head held high until we reached the elevators. He had me pushed up against the back wall before the doors even closed behind us.
He ravaged my neck and chest with kisses and then plunged his tongue deep into my mouth. I could taste myself on him as I hooked one leg around his to hold myself to him. His hands wandered up the backs of my legs, and I nearly melted in the strength of his grip.
When he pulled his tongue out of my mouth and began kissing my neck again, I found my voice. “Camera,” I whispered, trying to suggest that all of this was probably going to be caught on film.
“Don’t care,” he whispered against my skin. I shivered.
He had my ass in his hands again. He kissed the tops of my breasts as he pulled my cheeks apart and found my pussy with his fingers. He slid inside me, working them in and out, and I was powerless against his efforts. I clung desperately to him as euphoric sighs left my lips.
Then the bell chimed to announce we were on our floor. Brayden groaned with frustration and straightened. My pussy ached for him to return to me, but I stood beside him and we both faced the doors as they opened.
I was relieved that no one was on the other side, waiting.
Brayden grabbed my hand, and we practically ran down the hallway together. He pulled his key card out of his pocket and let us into our room.
He pushed me in ahead of him, and I stopped in my tracks.
A candle-lined path of red rose petals led through the living room to our bedroom. I looked back at him, unable to stop myself from smiling, and he nodded for me to go forward.
I followed the path, and the petals tickled my toes all the way to the bedroom. The bed was decorated in petals, as well. A platter of chocolate-dipped strawberries sat at the foot of the bed, along with an ice bucket of champagne. Candles flickered on nearly every surface.
I spun to face my husband. “You did all this, too?”
He nodded. I could see how tight his jaw was in the candlelight. He was restraining himself from ripping my clothes off and bending me over. I could see it in every taut muscle shifting beneath his white dress shirt.
I backed up toward the bed and ran my fingers over the top of my breasts. “Do you want to fuck me, Brayden?” I asked playfully.
He nodded and grinned as he followed my retreat.
“What are you going to do to me?”
“I’m going to put a baby in you,” he said, grabbing my waist and spinning me around. He yanked the zipper of my dress down and pulled it down my legs. I stepped out of it, and he twisted me back around to face him. “And I’m going to fuck you so good, you see stars.”
I laughed and stretched up to kiss his jaw. “Enough talking,” I cooed. “I need you.”
Brayden gritted his teeth as he worked to undo his belt and pants. I undid the buttons of his shirt and ripped it off him. I ran my hands up his muscled arms as his pants fell around his ankles.
He wrapped his arms around my lower back and lifted me off the floor. He walked me the rest of the way to the bed and tossed me onto it. The rose petals leapt a couple inches into the air before falling silently back to the bed.
Brayden kissed his way up my body, from my hips to my lips, and his tongue once again slipped between my teeth as his fingers slid into my pussy. I spread my legs for him as he pressed his thumb down on my clit. I moaned and dug my nails into his shoulders.
I came within seconds.
Brayden shifted so that he was above me. He gripped his cock in his hand as he dropped his hips to mine.
“Wait,” I breathed, pressing a hand to his lower stomach. He paused and looked up at me, awaiting direction. I shimmied down so that I was lying beneath his cock with his knees on either side of my ribs. “Let me.”
I took him in my hands and began working his shaft up and down. He stared down at me, desire shining in his eyes, as I closed my lips over his sensitive tip. He let out a needy sigh, and I took more of him into my mouth. Inch by inch, I worked my way down until I had all of him in my mouth and he was pressed to the back of my throat.
Then I sucked him off, deep and slow. He reached behind himself to rub my clit, and I moaned, the sound muffled by his girth.
He pulled out of my mouth after only a couple minutes. “On your knees,” he said.
I obeyed and rolled onto my stomach. He slapped my ass as I got on my hands and knees and arched my back, displaying my ass and pussy for him. He played with me for a while, as I knew he would, by running his fingers over my wetness. I waited as patiently as I could as he grabbed my thighs and yanked me to the edge of the bed.
He stood between my legs, grabbed his cock with one hand, and pushed inside me.
“Yes,” I breathed as he forced me to take all of him.
He put his hand in the small of my back and held me down as he thrust in and out of me. I grunted with the force of it every time he pounded into my pussy, and soon, I had to grip the sheets and use them to muffle my cries.
My body hummed with ecstasy when he surprised me by running his thumb over my asshole. I flinched, unsure of what he was going to do. He held me in place and slowed his thrusts as he rubbed my sensitive opening. Then, as he pushed his cock deep inside my pussy, he pressed his thumb into my ass.
I cried out with pleasure.
He began fucking me in earnest. His thighs slapping against my ass accompanied the sounds of my wetness as I enveloped his cock. I began bouncing back and forth, riding him for all I was worth, until my orgasm hit me like a tidal wave.
I screamed his name, as promised, and he groaned with pleasure behind me.
“Fuck,” he grated.
I reached back between my legs to cup his balls in one hand. I played with them gently, knowing that this always sent him over the edge.
“Come inside me,” I pleaded.
Brayden’s breathing quickened.
I looked back at him over my shoulder. “Come on, baby. Fuck me until you come.”
Brayden grabbed my hips and pulled me to him. He hung his head and gritted his teeth as he came. I felt him swell inside me, and then I felt his load fill me up. His thrusts slowed, and his grip on my hips loosened.
“You’re too fucking sexy,” he said, pulling out of me and leaning over to kiss my shoulder and the back of my neck. “Way too sexy.”
I rolled over onto my back and smiled up at him. He cupped my breasts in his hands and kissed and suckled my nipples. I wriggled playfully beneath him, the heat of our bodies pressing together pleasantly.
“So are you,” I said.
He smiled up at me and rested his chin lightly on my chest. “So, what do you think? Good swimmers in that one?”
I shrugged. “Time will tell. If not, we get to keep trying.”
“I’m not mad about that,” he said, kissing my breasts again. He sealed his mouth over them and sucked, pulling my flesh into his mouth.
I giggled and slapped at his hands.
He grinned up at me and pinched my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “You know I’m not through with you yet, right?”
“Oh?”
He shook his head. “Hell no. That was just an appetizer.”
My stomach rolled with fresh need. How he was able to satisfy my desire and then rile me up again so quickly, I had no idea.
“An appetizer, hey?” I asked, grabbing a handful of rose petals from the bed and holding them above us. I let them fall over his head and shoulders. “What’s the main course?”
Brayden turned his head to the side and used my tits as a pillow. “There’s a bath ready for us. Just follow the petals.”
I looked to the bathroom to find another trail of petals I hadn’t even noticed when we came into the bedroom. I had been so consumed with desire. Butterflies fluttered in my belly. “A bath would be nice.”
Brayden looked back up at me and pushed my breasts together. “I hope that pussy of yours is ready for round two.”
I lifted my hips to him and felt the tip of his cock press against me. “Always,” I said softly.
My husband scooped me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me to the bathroom, which, just like the bedroom, was flickering with the amber light of dozens of burning candles. The tub was filled with steaming water, and more rose petals floated on the surface.
Brayden set me down beside the tub, and I leaned over to dip a finger in. It was the perfect temperature. I turned back to him to find him checking me out. I wiggled my ass and then stepped over the edge of the tub.
“Are you going to join me or not?” I asked as I went to my knees. The water kissed my breasts as I sank deeper beneath the surface.
“Just give me a minute.”
I arched an eyebrow and leaned back against one edge. The only things above the surface of the water were my breasts, my knees, and my head. “Don’t take too long.”
“I won’t. Just saving the mental image for another day.”
“I love you,” I said.
The corner of his mouth curled upward. “I love you, too.”
I giggled and ran my hand through the water. “Now come here. I’ll give you something else to remember.”
He stepped toward the tub as I clung to the edge of it and leaned toward him. I looked up at him and opened my mouth.
A night of lovemaking had begun, and I was ready to feel him everywhere.