The thought makes me smile, and I start moving up and down. Quickly, I’m rewarded by what’s a promising hit of his cock on my prostate. I let out a moan, he groans, and I know I drive him crazy... but not crazy enough. I can do better.
I lift my arms above my head and flex my muscles, looking him right in the eye as I continue slowly riding him.
“You like it, big guy?”
He groans in frustration, his eyes sliding down my body. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”
“Oui,” I reply, grinning devilishly. “And you know the consequences if you come before me, don’t you?”
He opens his mouth to respond, but I deliberately cut him off, bringing myself down on his cock hard and fast. It burns, but I bite through it, and it’s worth seeing the mad lust in his eyes.
He nods, lost for words.
“Remember what I said during our first time? I said I’d stab you with my cake knife, and I still might, only this time it’ll be ourweddingcake knife.”
That’s the beast inside me, finally let loose. I place my hands on his chest to look at him, fucking myself with his cock. Lustglazes his eyes, and he doesn’t look like he can respond. He’s already on the edge, and I know what to say to make it worse. “You’re so big, Daddy.”
He groans in frustration, lust written all over his face, and visibly loses control. “Fuck, baby.”
To my surprise, he then starts thrusting upward, fucking me harder. We find a rhythm, with me bouncing on his cock and him pushing deeper inside me. We keep it up for a while, and I like it, but it’s challenging for me to get the position right and enjoy it fully. That’s how I know I’ll outlast him. I can tease him until he unleashes his load before me.
But honestly, that won’t feel like winning, and so I bring my hand down and start stroking myself.
I moan, and once he sees what I’m doing, he lets out a deep groan.
“Fuck, I guess you’ll have to stab me.”
I’m too busy with myself to process his words, and before I’ve made sense of them, he thrusts up hard, fucking me faster and hitting that spot inside me over and over again. Whatever desire I had left to drag this out crumbles, and I’m left with nothing but a need for more. I start jerking off faster and moan something that’s a mix of French and English, feeling my peak climb at record speed.
Then below me, he tenses up, grabs me by the hips, and pulls me down onto him. His eyes are squinted shut, and his mouth is open, and I can tell he’s coming, but then I’m mercilessly hit by my own climax, and I have no choice but to surrender to it. I cling to him, the vibrations of his body coursing through me, feeding my orgasm. My load shoots out of me as I keep stroking my cock. I’m only half aware of my seed landing on his stomach, right where it’s supposed to be.Mon Dieu, what a fabulous start to our wedding night. Everything feels like a dream, and I feellike I could just fade away, but Cody and the bed function like anchors, keeping me in place.
Once the moment subsides, I bury my head in his chest. He wraps his arms around me, and I sink into the embrace. In the haze of things, I can no longer say which of us came first. I think he did, but under these circumstances, I’m happy to give him the benefit of the doubt.
***
We lie in the bed, the blanket covering us. His arm is wrapped around me, and my fingertips lazily graze his chest. Silence surrounds us; the world is asleep, but not us. It’s our wedding night, so I don’t think we’ll get eight hours of sleep. I may be tired, but I can make up for that tomorrow. Right now, I want to enjoy being in my husband’s arms. I don’t see how things could get any better.
The way he’s smiling is a promising sign of what awaits me for this night and the rest of our lives. Who knows, maybe during our next round, I’ll let him take charge. Don’t get me wrong, I love being in control, but the truth is, I need Cody in my life to experience any sense of power at all. So maybe I’m not as in charge as I’d like to be, but honestly, I don’t mind. All is well as long as I’m with him. Who saw that coming? I never expected to meet this Canadian man, let alone fall in love with him. But it happened, and as a result, I’m in the city where I want to live with the man I want beside me. If Cody ever decides to leave, my life will fall apart, but as long as he’s here, I know he’ll give me whatever I ask for... within reason. More than anything, he looks pleased to do it, content to be here with me. The same goes for me: I’m happy.
Mon Dieu, I couldn’t be more in love with him, couldn’t be happier. I’m convinced everything I have now is just as good as a fairy-tale ending. Perhaps it’s even better than that because this is my reality now, and I hope it never ends.
Chapter 41: Cody
I’m a married man on his honeymoon, loving life. What helps is that I’m currently in my swimwear, on a lounge chair by the pool, looking at pictures from the past few days. I scroll through them. There’s Luc and me sharing a kiss on the Eiffel Tower, us standing in front of the Louvre, Luc standing next to a mime player and smiling, and us having dinner together with my parents.
Yes, Paris was great, but I’m even more excited to be where we are now: at the gay resort in Saint-Tropez. The weather’s great, the pool’s lovely, and the drinks are delicious. And most importantly, I’m in the best company. My family has returned to Canada, and it’s just me and Luc here. Don’t get me wrong, it was nice having my parents and siblings with me after not seeing them for a long time, but this is our honeymoon, and sometimes I just want to have the luxury of staying in bed with Luc all day. I couldn’t do that with my family around, but I can do it here. In fact, that’s exactly what we did yesterday.
Luc approaches me, smiling in his swimsuit, his body dripping wet and glistening. Behind him, I can see some sunglasses being lowered by guys giving him a proper look over, and I can’t blame them. We’re at a gay resort; it’s bound to happen. I’ve had plenty of those glances myself, and was even invited to a nighttime hot tub plunge by some guys I’ve never seen before, but of course I said no. There’s no one else I’m interested in but Luc.
“What are you doing?” he asks me as he lets himself fall onto his lounge chair. Before swimming, he put his chair as close to mine as possible, so now he can lean against my shoulder. He’s getting me wet, but I don’t mind enough to mention it. I was getting too hot anyway, basking in the sun.
“Just looking at pictures from this week.”
Luc looks at my phone, which is still on the picture of us having dinner with my family in Paris. He kisses my shoulder. “I’m glad we’re alone now.”
I chuckle. “I was just thinking the same thing.”
“I don’t want to do anything besides being in bed with you, swimming, tanning, just eating, and sipping cocktails. And maybe snorkeling and exploring the town at some point. But that’s all.”
