“Never gorgeous,” I assure her, walking her all the way to my bike before setting her back onto her feet. Cupping her cheeks, I lean towards her and whisper, “Love you, Mags. Thank you for making me the happiest man possible today.”
Maggie’s eyes fill, and her lips tremble. She rolls to her toes and whispers in my ear, “Love you right back. Thank you for having patience with me.”
“Always, gorgeous,” I assure her, taking her lips in the second kiss of the day as Mrs Davies.
“Come on you two let’s get to the pub,” Shep calls out. I helped Maggie tuck her skirt under her legs. We followed Shep to the pub surrounded by Thor, Gunny, Roman, and Jones.
It was a good night and one of the few when we were all together. I’d arranged to take Maggie to a hotel for the night. We wouldn’t have a honeymoon as I had to report back, but we’d have the one night, and I wanted it to be special for her. I’d had Kate drop off a change of clothing, and I’d ordered a bottle of champagne to be left in the room. I knew Maggie was nervous about tonight, and I wanted to make it as relaxing as possible for her.
We rode up to the Star Hotel backing our bikes into a parking spot. I help Maggie off, wrapping my arm around her waist as we walk up the stairs together. Checking in doesn’t take long, and then we’re walking up the stately stairs to our room.
“Wait a minute, Maggie,” I say when we get to the door. Unlocking it, I push the door open before I swoop my new wife into my arms and carry her over the threshold.
“Twice in one day you’ve swept me off my feet, Mr Davies. I’m a lucky lady,” Maggie laughs, eyes sparkling with happiness, cheeks flushed.
“I’m the lucky one, Mags,” I say seriously as I set her on her feet at the end of the bed.
“Oh Robert,” Maggie murmurs, cupping my cheek, “we’re both lucky.”
Lowering my head, I press my lips to hers, tightening my arms around her as I gather her close. Kissing her like I’ve wanted to for months. A needy whimper leaves Maggie as I insert a thigh between hers, pressing up against her heat. Maggie gasps. Tearing my lips from hers, I kiss my way down her throat, nipping and sucking until I get to the pulse beating at the base of her throat. Pressing a soft kiss there as she sighs and leans her head back, giving me better access. Slipping a hand into the deep V of her dress, I utter a growl when I find her breast bare, nipple a hard pebble. I’m aching to be inside her, but first I want to make sure she’s ready for me. This is Maggie’s first time, and I don’t want to mess it up.
Pressing my kiss to her breastbone, I run my hands up her bare thighs and lift. Maggie instinctively wraps her legs around me, returning her mouth to mine. Edging closer to the bed, I lean over and deposit her on the bed, following her down and blanketing her body with mine. Kissing her until we’re both dizzy before I stand and slip her sandals from her feet before pushing my shoes and socks off and tugging my shirt over my head.
“Oh,” Maggie hums, eyes bright as she traces them over me. I flex, and she grins before she sits up and tugs her dress over her head, flinging it to the corner of the bed.
“Fuck Maggie,” I whisper in awe as I run a finger over her pebbled nipples. “So beautiful,” I whisper, bending to take one in my mouth as I ease her back down onto the bed. Alternating between kissing her and paying attention to her breasts. Ignoring my hard cock weeping between us until I can’t anymore. Maggie helps me slip her panties off and push my trousers down and off my hips until our bodies are bare. Every brush of her body against mine lights a spark along my spine.
Pushing myself up, I kiss my way down Maggie’s body until I’m between her legs. Fitting my shoulders between them, my nostrils flare at the smell that is all Maggie—hot, turned-on woman—and I fucking love the fact that it’s me that made her this way. Gripping her hips, I tug her closer to me and the edge of the bed.
Without wasting more time, my mouth is on her pussy, sucking, licking, and biting until she is a writhing, whimpering mess on the bed. When I can tell she’s close to coming, I gently inserta finger into her soft folds, flicking my tongue against her clit as she relaxes. I added another finger before turning them and rubbing along the top part of her cunt until I found the spot I’d been looking for.
Thrusting my fingers in and out of her wet heat, stretching her, getting her ready to take my cock. Increasing the pressure on her clit as she thrusts her hips up against my mouth, hands holding my head to her as she rides my face.
Hoarse whimpers and moans left her with every thrust. I love every minute. Letting her use me and taking what she needs. The primitive part of me had me wanting to pound my chest and roar to the world that my woman’s satisfied as she clenches around my fingers with a gasping cry.
“That’s it, gorgeous,” I whisper, looking up her body as she comes down from her climax. “So beautiful Maggie, I wish I could take a picture of how beautiful you are at this moment.”
And she was beautiful with her head thrown back as she arched up towards me, nipples hard and pebbled begging to be kissed. I waited as she slowly came back down, panting slightly, legs relaxing around my shoulders, fingers no longer clenching and tugging at my hair.
Withdrawing my fingers, I put them to my lips before sucking them clean; her heavy-lidded gaze met mine.
“Robert?”
“Yes sweetheart.”
“I really need you to fuck me now.”
Throwing my head back I laugh as I crawl my way back up the bed and lie over her body pressing my lips to hers in a deep kiss, I cup her thigh and tilt her leg out as I slip my hard cock into her warm, wet, pussy. Stilling as I come to her barrier. Tearing my lips from hers, I look into her eyes, hating the pain I see when I push past it and make her mine.
I wait for her body to adjust, wiping at the tear that trickles down her cheek. Maggie inhales and sighs, tilting her hips. I move a little deeper into her.
“Move baby,” she whispers against my lips. Tilting my hips back, I rock gently in and out of her body until we’re moving as one, skin gliding softly against the other until I can’t hold back, not with her pussy clenching around my cock the way it was. Slipping my hand between us, I find her clit and add pressure with every thrust until Maggie cries out and her pussy pulses around me as we come together as I bury my face against her throat.
“Mm,” Maggie says softly, running a hand down my back, then back up and into my hair. “I didn’t know it would be like that.”
Concerned, I lift my head from where I’d buried it in her neck and ask, “Is that a good like? Or a bad one?”
Maggie’s lips tilt up in a slight smile as she cups my cheek. “A good like Robert. It was a good like.”
