He kissed her with the impetuousness that only she roused in him. She returned his passion eagerly, showing him that she’d missed their physical connection as much as he had. As their kiss raged out of control, he had the thought that perhaps he should douse the lights for his bride’s sake.
He discarded the idea immediately. First of all, his wife was more curious than modest, and he was quite certain that she would complain if she didn’t get to see everything. Second, he was done with shadows. He’d waited a lifetime for Glory, and their love deserved to be celebrated in the light.
He managed to get her wedding dress off…and his heart stuttered.
“By the deities,” he said in a low voice.
“Since I couldn’t wear red on the outside,” Glory said mischievously, “I thought I’d wear it on the inside. For luck.”
By “inside,” she was referring to a cherry-red corset and garter belt. Combined with her demure white stockings and blushing cheeks, she was wanton innocence come to life. His cock swelled to new heights.
“I am a lucky man all right,” he said reverently.
She giggled as he pounced, tumbling her onto the bed. But she wasn’t laughing when he removed her corset and kissed every inch of her pretty breasts. She started panting as he nibbled his way down her belly. By the time he buried his mouth in her pussy, she was moaning with abandon. He ate her until she came, savoring her cream as it coated his tongue.
He crawled over her shivering body and kissed her, sharing the taste of her bliss. When he lifted his head, the sparkle in her jade-and-sunshine eyes told him she was far from done.
“Now I want to try something,” she whispered. “Do you mind?”
“Be as curious as you want, my sweet,” he said huskily.
He didn’t think he could get any harder, but she proved him wrong. Unbuttoning his shirt, she kissed her way down his front, her tongue investigating every groove, every quivering sinew. By the time she tugged down his trousers, his cock stood upright, leaking seed.
Nestling between his thighs like a playful cat, she wrapped her delicate fingers around his shaft and licked the dripping tip. Then she took him, her kiss so deep and generous that he groaned, weaving his fingers in her hair. He tried not to lose his mind as she bobbed on him, but the sweet hums she made, the loving seal of her lips was too much.
“Bloody hell, love,” he grunted. “I’m going to spend—”
He tried to move her head away, but she wouldn’t budge, kept on sucking and sucking him. Pleasure boiled over, and he came with a harsh cry in his bride’s wanton mouth.
When he caught his breath, he hauled her up and rolled atop her.
He was still hard, and the sight of her glossy lips made him harder.
“Is your curiosity assuaged, my love?” he asked.
“I liked it,” she said, blushing.
By the gods. How did he get to be so lucky?
“What about this?”
He entered her slowly. Pleasure sizzled up his spine at the snug, tender clasp of his wife’s body.
“This is lovely too,” she breathed.
He began to move, sheathing himself in her damp heat. He thrust harder and deeper when he saw no discomfort on her expressive face. In fact, she bit her lip, arching to take more of him.
“Wrap your legs around my hips,” he instructed.
She did, the feeling of being surrounded by her silken limbs pure bliss. He drove more forcefully, and she liked it, rocking her hips for him, chanting his name. His control unraveling, he pounded into his sweet bride, his match in every way. His stones slapped her pussy, and she dug her heels into his arse as her release pulsed around him, bathing him in liquid silk.
He couldn’t resist teaching her something new. Flipping her onto her hands and knees, he pushed his cock into her from behind. The fit was exquisitely tight, but she was so wet that he went in easily. Her gasp of surprise turned into a moan as he slammed his hips against her sleek bottom. Gripping her hips, he watched her pretty pussy spread to take his veined girth, and it made him crazed with lust and love.
No woman had ever taken his body and his heart this completely. No woman had ever owned his soul. No woman was like his Glory.
Wei felt the warning sizzle at the base of his spine. Reaching one hand beneath her, he found her bold little nub, rubbing it as he shafted her. She purred, pushing back on his thrusts, arching her spine like a wildcat. He managed to hold back until she came. Her release milked him of everything, and his neck arched with bliss as he emptied himself inside her.
Afterward, he cuddled her close and looked into her eyes.
