One.
Button.
At a time.
I open her to me.
I slowly disentangle myself from her, standing from the bed unable to look anywhere but at her.
Fuck, she has the most perfect pair of tits I’ve ever seen—I can’t wait to fuck them. To have her hold them tightly together while I push my cock between them and give her a pearl necklace to be proud of.
I smirk, picturing it.
Fuckkk.
Don’t go there, Trey.
Stop.
The way her eyes linger on me—half hunger—half disbelief—nearly fucking undoes me. Her blush rises like fire beneath porcelain.
“I’m not a God-fearing man, but before I mark you forever, I need to ask, you havin’ second thoughts?” I ask softly, my hands pause at the waistband of my suit trousers.
Her lip’s part, a tremor in her voice.
“Not a chance.”
Gentlemen.
Start. Your. Engines.
“My brave little wife.” I whisper, taking my belt off. I wrap it around my hand, dragging my eyes down her body, before throwing it to the floor.
It’s probably not the right time to introduce my virgin wife to belt play.I unfasten my pants, lowering my boxers at the same time, slowly. My cock springs free, hard as fucking steel, the piercings shining under the low light. She gasps, her eyes flying to mine in shock.
“You’re pierced?”
I smirk, letting it bloom into a full grin at the sight of her pretty grey eyes, blown wide with surprise. I step closer, dragging my thumb over her lower lip, tasting the curve of her mouth.
“This is going to be a new experience for both of us,” I tease, voice low, almost dangerous. “I haven’t fucked anyone since I got them done.”
Her breath catches, and I feel it—need, curiosity, hesitation—all tangled together, and I can’t help the thrill that coils tighter inside me.
“Then show me.”
“Impatient.” I nip at her lip, tugging it gently between my teeth.
“Needy.” Another bite, sharper this time.
“Mine.” Every word, every bite, presses against her skin and her mind, and I feel the heat coiling tighter between us—desire, possession.
My body lowers back over hers as she slides her hands up my arms, pulling me close.
“Yours.” She gasps.
My hand slowly glides down the length of her body.
Our mouths meet again, slower this time, every movement careful. Then her nails rake down my back tipping me over the edge and I suck her tongue into my mouth, groaning.
