Even though we just did it a few hours ago…I want it again.
No. I wanthimagain. To be inside me. But differently.
This time, I’m on his lap, facing him. Our lips close. Breaths even closer. Easing myself down onto his length. Slowly, so I don’t hurt myself. The size takes a full minute to get used to.
“Do that thing again,” I pant out as I take my first careful bounce up and down. His thickness hits me just right. I could orgasm just from the way he stretches me. And how his pubic bone rubs my clit perfectly on every downstroke.
“What thing?” he asks, grunting. His fingers grip the globes of my ass. Kneading them and spreading me wider.
“The thing with, uh…”
He flashes me a look. “Scout? You got my dick buried all the way inside you. Don’t be shy, tulip. Tell me what you need from me.”
I reach for his hand and press it against my neck. “Choke me. And squeeze hard.”
His chest rises rapidly. “Shit. Fuck yeah. Okay…”
One of his palms slaps my ass as the other does exactly as I instructed. My thoughts blur to nothing—every analysis of our positions, my nerves, what I have to do tomorrow and next week… It all fades away until I’m just a body. Getting used by my husband’s huge cock. And I don’t have to focus on anything but pleasure.
Suddenly, he grips my hips. Then he swivels me around while still buried deep inside, so my back is planted on his firm chest. Just as fast, his hand is back on my neck. Holding firm. Squeezing harder.
I get dizzy. Spots fill my vision. But he keeps up the pace as our skin slaps together every time his hips shift up into me.
“Breathe, tulip. Take a breath for me.”
I gasp for air just as I come hard, seeing stars and screaming out in ecstasy as I do.
I don’t even notice when he fills me. Our bodies slump against one another. Pulsing. Caressing. It’s soothing.
I like the way he feels inside me.
By the time we’re in bed next to each other, I’m ready to fall into a deep sleep. But the thought that as soon as I shut my eyes, our first full day as husband and wife will be over makes me want to keep them open.
In the still darkness, one calm, deep voice rings out.
“Goodnight, my wife. Thanks for marrying me.”
I grin and pass out.
In the morning, my toes search the bed for the big figure next to me… They’re cold and need Apollo’s radiating heat. But the sheets are frigid and deserted.
I sit up and glance around the room. There’s no sign of him.
When I pick up my phone, I have one text.
Apollo
Morning my beautiful tulip. Dare I admit I watched you sleep before I left the apartment? Doing work for Delta today. There’s a party later. Come by the house?
Ugh… ADeltaparty. So not my scene. Well,partiesaren’t really my thing.
I was hoping we could do more TV watching. Popcorn eating. Perhaps a board game.
I don’t answer him. Not yet. He’ll just get disappointed.
Instead, I invite Mom and Dad over to show off my new place.
“So fancy!” Mom says as she shoves a few plants at me. The pots feel like prizes in my possession.Plants. That’s exactly what we needed.
