Yeah, he might’ve been a motherfucker because going through Portland added more time than if he’d just taken a direct route. But Megan loved riding on the back of his bike and taking in the beautiful scenery.
With everything under control for the time being, Christopher saw no issue with his plan. Luckily, he found a room at an upscale hotel on the pier of the Columbia River. After ordering room service, complete with champagne, Christopherfinallygot his wife where he wanted her. In bed, open and vulnerable to his probing nose and tongue.
He'd fuck her.Soon. He just couldn’t get enough of her scent and taste or her little moans that turned into breathless cries and wild grinds when she came. He barely allowed her to get her bearings before he licked her again, spearing his tongue in her drenched pussy. Leisurely dragging it over her swollen clit. Blowing on her tender flesh and sniffing her, completely drugged and overwhelmed by her.
She groaned again, rolled against his tongue, and tugged his hair. Her thighs trembled. He sucked her clit, careful with his teeth, and slid two fingers into her cunt, curling them inside her.
“Christopher!” she screamed, arching her back, her cries rising, her pussy sopping. “Stop, stop. Please, I can’t take anymore,” she said between gasps.
Pulling his mouth away and his fingers out of her, he slid next to her and took her into his arms, kissing her deeply, filling her recesses with her taste and tweaking one of her hard nipples.
“You taste your pussy, baby?” he murmured, between kisses.
“Yes,” she breathed, caressing his jaw, following his lead.
Not moving his mouth from hers, he rolled onto her and sank into her. “Your pussy so fucking good,” he groaned harshly.
Clinging to him, she wrapped her legs around his waist, licking the pulse point at his neck, tilting her hips and meeting each of his hard thrusts.
She sank her teeth into his neck and her nails into his back.
He shivered. “I’m not gonna last much longer, baby.”
“Come deep in me,” she mewled.
“Fuuuuuccccckkkkk,” he yelled, pouring into her and feeling as if he left his soul inside of her.
Breathing heavily, he fell to her side and settled her into the crook of his arm, kissing the top of her damp head.
“I love you, Megan. So fuckin’ much.”
She kissed his chest, right near his heart. “I love you more, Christopher. Always and forever.”
He pursed his lips. “You sound like a lil’ motherfucker just havin’ his voice change.”
Giggling, she thumped his shoulder. “Whose fault is that?”
He snickered and kissed her again.
“We need to shower and get back on the road.”
Disappointment assailed him and he regretted not booking the cabin sooner. Now, he had to steal her away for times like this because he’d been a mean assfuck.
He sighed. “I wish we could spend the night.”
“Me, too. But we can’t. We’ll celebrate us soon, though.”
A beat of silence and then, “I got you a present,” he said carefully, tightening his hold on her.
“You don’t want to give it to me at the cabin? That’s when we’re celebrating our church wedding.”
“I regret—”
She placed her finger over his mouth. “Look ahead, remember? Not backwards.”
“That day so fuckin’ important to you.”
“It is, but so’s our original wedding day and anniversary. We celebrate that every year.”
