Put me out of my misery?
All of these questions are a possibility in my scrambled, too-nervous brains.
“What do you need, sweetheart?”
“We're married,” I say stupidly. As if he wasn't at the courthouse, too.
“We are.”
“But we're not really married yet,” I add.
One of his brows tip upward. “We’re not?”
“Well, you know…” I gesture vaguely. “If this were medieval times, marriage isn't legitimate until it's consummated, right? So, I mean, technically, that hasn't happened yet.”
“I don't think the judge is going to check if we've consummated our marriage,” he teases, thankfully interrupting my ramble.
“No, no, of course not. It's just that?—”
“Davie,” he mercifully cuts in.
“Yes?”
“Take off your clothes, and get in here.”
“Oh, okay.” My shoulders slump with relief at having something to do as I place the baby monitor on the counter.
My clothes fall in a disheveled pile on the floor.
My arms cross over my chest as I scamper into the heated shower.
“So…” I drawl, unsure again.
“Come here. Closer,” Cormac commands.
He releases his cock from his grip, and my eyes can't help but widen at the sight of his thickness up close and personal.
Geez, do I really want all of that inside me?Fuck yeah.
Once I'm within reach, Cormac guides me towards the tile wall until my breasts and belly button touch the cool marble.
“Since you're so nervous, maybe this will help you relax: facing away from me.” His palms smooth over my skin, whatever soap he was using easing the glide of rough over soft.
He slides his fingers between me and the wall to cup my breasts, pinching my nipples, and my back bows as I gasp at the immediate difference between cool tile and warm skin.
“That's it,” he murmurs. “There's no need to be nervous. I'm your husband, and you,my wife, need me. Need my cock, don't you?” He tugs on the bottom of my ear with his teeth before kissing the delicate skin below.
I whimper and nod, and that's all he needs before continuing his exploration.
One hand remains on my breast. The other dips between my thighs. Spreads my arousal from slit to clit.
“So wet for me, baby. You’re already primed to take this thick cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I breathe, “please, don’t make me wait.” I’ve waited years to know a man’s skin on mine. His heavy girth filling me to the brim.
I don’t want to wait any longer.
“Never… What my wife wants, she gets. Always,” he growls. His teasing ends with the mushroom head of his cock bumping at my opening and slowly pushing forward.
