I whimper, my body aching with need as I clench around him, begging for release. But Chris is relentless, his touch and words driving me wild with desire as he teases and torments, pushing me to the very edge of my endurance.
“Feel how close you are, baby?” he whispers, his voice a low rumble in your ear. “I can feel your body trembling, begging for release. Tell me. Tell Daddy how much you need this. Tell me how much you need me.”
“Please, Daddy…” I plead, the need in my tone undeniable. “I needyou. Please make me come.”
“Such a good girl.” His words caress over my skin. “Come for Daddy.” His movements quicken, each thrust drivingme closer to the edge until, with a final, deep, hard thrust, I shatter around him. Every denied release hits me at once, and my body convulses from the force of the orgasm. He holds me close, his arms wrapping around me as his lips find my neck. “That’s it, baby,” he whispers, his voice filled with satisfaction and adoration. “You’re so beautiful when you come for me. Your body arching for more, showing me how much you need me.”
Merely watching Reese come is almost enough to do me in. There is nothing that compares to the way her body trembles and clenches around me or how her eyes flutter closed and her mouth opens in a silent cry. It’s a sight that never fails to drive me wild. Her squeeze blissfully around my cock is nearly enough to do me in, but I hold back, savoring the moment and needing more.
I hold her tight, enjoying the rhythmic pulse of her pussy around me as she rides out her pleasure. Her body is slick with sweat, her skin flushed and glowing. I grant myself a moment of reprieve, slowing to a gentle, almost lazy rhythm, allowing her to bask in the aftermath of her orgasm. But I know this is just the beginning. I have so much more planned for her tonight.
Leaning down, I capture her lips in a deep, hungry kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth with a possessive intensity. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come, my love,” I gravelly whisper against her lips. “But we’re only just getting started.”
I pull back the entirety of my cock before driving into her with purpose. I slam into her, hard and deep, each thrust driving me closer to the edge. “You’re going to feel every fucking thrust as I ruin your sensitive little pussy,” I growl, my voice low and dangerous. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll feel me for days.”
Reese gasps, her eyes widening as I pick up the pace, my hips slamming against hers with a force that makes the bed creak. Her body responds to mine, her hips meeting my thrusts with desperate need. Her body is a perfect fit against mine, her tight, wet pussy gripping me and needing more.
Tears well in her eyes, not from pain, but from the intensity of our connection, the raw, primal way we’re claiming each other. “Are you going to come again?” My voice is a low, seedy growl. I need to hear her say it, need to know that she’s as lost in this as I am.
Reese nods, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. “Yes, Daddy,” she pants, her voice hoarse with need. The words send a primal satisfaction coursing through my veins. “My little wife can’t get enough of Daddy’s cock, can she?” I tease in a low, dirty purr. “You’re so fucking greedy for it, aren’t you?”
I fuck her harder, faster, the sounds of my body slamming into hers echoing around the hotel room. The room fills with the wet, slapping sounds of our bodies coming together like a primal, erotic symphony. Reese moans again, a sound of pure, unadulterated bliss, and she trembles, her inner muscles clenching around me with a force that makes my eyes roll back in my head. “You’re so close, aren’t you?” I tease, my voice a low, dirty purr. “Your body is begging for release, begging for me to push you over the edge. You’resuch a good girl, taking my cock so deep. So hard. You deserve every fucking inch of it.”
Reese is teetering on the brink of exhaustion, but I’m not done yet. Not by a long shot. I’ve spent the night denying myself, drawing out her pleasure, and now it’s time for me to claim my own. I begin to move again, my body slamming into hers with a savage intensity, chasing my own release with a single-minded focus.
I fuck her savagely, my hips moving in a relentless, punishing rhythm. Reese meets me thrust for thrust, her body arching against mine. Her nails dig into my back as she clings to me, unfurling again and again. “You’re mine,” I growl. “All mine. Forever.”
My own orgasm builds, a tight coil of tension in the base of my spine. I fuck her harder and faster, needing the release. Reese cries out, the sight and feel of her ecstasy triggering my own.
With a loud, violent roar, I come, my body shuddering as I spill inside her. We lie there for a long moment, our bodies entwined and my cock buried deep in her pussy, as our breaths slowly return to normal.
I pull from her as my cock softens, falling to the mattress beside her. When I shift onto my side, I reach for her and pull her toward me. She slides across the mattress with ease, curling into me until her chest is pressed against mine. Her skin is damp and glistens in the dim light. I tuck her closer, burying my face in her hair, breathing her in.
I hold her close, my arms wrapped around her, and the sheets tangled down by our feet. “I love you,” I whisper, soft and tender. “More than words can express.” Her headlifts just slightly, and her eyes meet mine. I cup her cheek, tracing the edge of her lip with my thumb. “I mean it, Reese. You hear me?” My voice comes out rougher than I intend. “You’re it for me. There’s no before you, and there sure as hell won’t be an after. I’ll love you until the world stops spinning.”
Reese stares at me, her cheeks flushed and a soft, contented smile playing on her lips. “I know you do. I love you, too, Chris,” she whispers. “Always and forever.”
She lies on my chest, and I stroke her hair. “You’re a mess, baby,” I murmur, brushing a finger down her temple. Her hair sticks to her skin, damp and wild. “We should get you cleaned up.”
“Can we lie here just a little bit?” she asks drowsily, already halfway to dreaming.
I chuckle softly, kissing the top of her head. “Of course, baby.”
She hums with contentment and nestles closer, her body fitting perfectly against mine, every curve and line like she was made to be here with me. Her breathing evens out, slow and steady, each exhale brushing against my chest. Within seconds, she is asleep.
I lie still, afraid to move and wake her. My fingers trace lazy circles over her back, watching the way the moonlight catches the ring on her finger. The physical proof that she is mine, in every way that matters.
It still doesn’t feel real.
All the years apart. All the noise. The pain. The silence. And yet, here we are. Together. I tilt my head back againstthe pillow, staring at the ceiling. “Married,” I whisper under my breath, needing to hear it out loud.
She shifts a little in her sleep, her leg sliding over mine and her hand resting over my heart. It’s like she can hear me. My hand covers hers as I watch her breathe. Every rise and fall of her chest is a kind of peace I didn’t think I’d ever have.
“I love you,” I whisper again, because it feels right to say it one more time, even if she can’t actually hear me.
I press one last kiss to the top of her head, tasting the salt on her skin. Reese’s soft, even breathing is a soothing lullaby. As I drift to sleep, I know that I’m the luckiest man in the world. I have everything I could ever need, even if I’m still not sure I deserve it.
Marriage has been… bliss. There is really no other word for it. It’s not the picture-perfect kind you see in movies, where everything is curated, photogenic, and easy. But it’s the kind that, while messy, feelsreal.Tangible. The kind of life you wake up in every morning and think,This is it. This is home.
