He blinked twice, tipping his head back as far as he could—which, in truth, wasn’t very far—trying to encourage the tears to stay in his eyes. When he looked back at me, the sheen was pretty. Gray became silver and shiny and beautiful.
I didn’t say I was sorry because he didn’t want to talk about it.
He was happy with the sounds of my arousal being the only thing he heard as something leaked onto his fingers and cock—be it my arousal, blood, or both, I wasn’t sure, and he didn’t look. His eyes were lost in mine as I moved closer, my lips pressing into his neck, gently.
“Go easy,” he pleaded, swallowing as I kissed.
He angled himself and pushed inside me. Because I was ready. Because I was soaking.
His feet moved us closer to the mirror. His eyes fixed on the reflection of us, of my body welcoming him, and of my ass, as he hiked my dress up a little higher.
I kissed his throat again, and he relaxed this time, leaning into me as his eyes enjoyed the view.
One hand left my body to smear the mirror. More support as I ground into him, swaying my hips to meet his thrusts as they picked up in pace.
Woodrow
She was rocking into me. Smothering my entire length in her heat. The corset squeezed her small breasts in the most perfect way, and it almost had me drooling. I had to get them free.
I pulled at the dress, lace wrapping around my fist until thebodice gave way, her petite body spilling out.
She was holding on, her hands clutching at my shoulders crumpling the jacket and shirt under her grip.
A low whimper left her mouth, and it sang to my soul like a choir.
She pulled at my clothes. “Off.” A single word shot out of her mouth, and I didn’t want to think of the reason why suited men might be an issue. So, I didn’t.
She pulled at the collar and ripped my shirt—the only one I’d ever own—to pieces, little plastic buttons danced like ballerinas, spinning in the distance. I did the same to her dress, ruining it for good.
But I didn’t care.
Our full wedding attire lay on the floor in tatters. And I didn’t care. I just cared about now, and the look on her face as she got close to coming on my dick.
“Come for me, Moonlight.”
“Work for it, Woodrow.”
And if that wasn’t the direction I needed.
I laughed, but I lifted her higher, almost pulling out of her entirely. Her nipples were hard, begging to be sucked as I took one in my mouth.
She shivered, moving closer. “I like that.”
I let my teeth graze her but not hurt her. I nibbled lightly, sucking through my teeth, and she threw her head back. I shielded her from hitting the mirror, and moved my lips upward, trailing little scars that splotched her chest and neck. I sucked at her neck, pushing her hair away for purchase, but I kept it between my fingers, enjoying the feel and giving her a new memory.
I slid her back down on me, trying hard to keep my mouth on this spot that she seemed to enjoy me kissing, but I couldn’t handle the strain. Breaking free, we switched roles, her mouth moving back to my throat. I didn’t have to request a little gentleness this time.
The trust was already there.
Her pussy inhaled me, sucking me in. The feeling of my cock being fully swallowed by her almost took away my control. I was twitching, but I hadn’t completed my work. She wasn’t shaking with the aftermath of her second orgasm of the day. We weren’t fucking done.
I picked up the pace, my hips slamming into her. Her arms tightened around my neck, nowhere near the bulge that would hurt me. Her nipples, still hard and wet, rubbing over my naked chest.
I forced my body to angle uncomfortably, bending to kiss, suck, and nip at her body as she bounced on my cock.
I grunted, struggling for breath. “Is this working for it, Moonlight?” I sunk my teeth into her neck and she relished in the pain. In the pleasure of the tingle that lingered in its shadow.
My breath soothed the burn, and my cock drove deeper into her pussy.
