The color in Laurelyn’s cheeks heightens.
My gaze rises to meet hers. “We’re newly married. I get to touch you whenever and however I want.”
“That’s what you said even before we were married.” Her tone is mock serious. Then she lowers her voice to a whisper again. “If you want to join the mile high club, I’m ready. But shouldn’t we go into the bathroom for some privacy?”
That causes a wicked smile to form. I draw my hand out from under her dress and lick my fingertip, trying like hell to taste her. “I like being married to you.”
Her own smile widens, and she bends forward to give me a kiss. My eyes look into the gap of her dress where her gorgeous tits test the confines of the silk. I already made love to her this morning before we left for the airport, so sex on the plane wasn’t something I planned, but suddenly my body’s more than ready for another round.
I get up and lead her to the bathroom. The flight attendant doesn’t even look up. She’s got a big tip coming for that.
Inside the bathroom, Laurel faces the sink, licking her parted lips. I watch her face in the mirror as I draw the dress up. Her eyes widen and she catches the silk, trying to keep it from rising too high.
“This is supposed to be quick, isn’t it?”
“Not so quick that you get to keep your dress on.”
She glances over her shoulder at me, her breathing already ragged. “Trick, come on.”
“Arms over your head,” I command.
She shivers but obeys, her green eyes like sea glass as they lock with mine in the mirror again. I remove the dress and hang it on the back of the door.
“Look at you,” I murmur, moving her hair off her shoulder to kiss it. My hand slides into each cup of her bra to lift her breasts out. “Luscious.” My breath blows against her spine as I bend her forward. Her hips move, pushing her ass against my groin. My heart beats harder. I can’t get enough of her. My fingers slide into the front of her panties. She’s warm and so wet. “Are you going to be a good girl on our honeymoon and let me have you however I want you?”
Her breath catches, and she nods. I’ve been using toys on her, and inside her. She’s started to crave all the dirty things that make her blush. I shove her underwear down over her hips until they’re almost to her knees. Then I lower my zipper while watching her.
“Ready?”
“Yes,” she says immediately.
I sheathe myself inside her, and her eyelids drop to nearly closed, her mouth opening on an oh of pleasure. I trace her earlobe with the tip of my tongue while her ass squirms, trying to tease me into moving. “Grip the sink and lower your head to look at your hands.”
She does it, and I reward her by putting my fingers over her clit and rubbing hard.
“Oh, my God,” she whispers.
My cock slides deeper and then retreats, deeper and then almost out. Her fingers tighten on the sink.
“More,” she begs.
“You mean harder?” I whisper.
“Yes,” she says, panting.
“Love to,” I murmur, pulling my hand away from her pussy, so I can anchor her in place by her hips. “Put your hand where mine was.”
Her left hand goes to the mirror to brace herself, while the other dives between her legs. She rests her forehead against her hand, her lips moving wordlessly.
Then I start to fuck her the way she’s used to. Hard, deep, relentless. Like I own her and want her to know it.
She comes in seconds, her soft, tight pussy hugging my cock, spasming around me in a way that makes the blood pound in my veins. The rough strokes strike at her core, making her orgasm last, making her whimper from how hard it hits her.
I watch her breasts sway, so round and full, ready to make milk for my baby that’s growing inside her. A heavy aching need settles in my balls. My cock hammers away, loving the silky feel of her since there’s no latex between us. I can come inside her anywhere I want, as often as I want. My pretty bride’s body belongs to me. My muscles clench, and I groan. Not so loud that I’ll be heard in the cabin, but loud enough that she hears me.
And I come, every last thought vanquished save one.
This is the way I want it to be between us forever.
