“Shall we?”
“We shall,” she says, putting her hand in my free one.
At the registration desk, I pay for the best room they have, and we take the elevator up to the fifth floor. I open the door to the room and set our bags inside. Then I lift Fee up, bridal style, and carry her over the threshold. Her delighted giggle makes me happier than I think I’ve ever been.
The hotel room is clean but hot. I swear it could be my proximity to her, but I reach over and turn the air conditioner on.
“Are you hungry?” I ask.
“Oh, my God, yes!” she exclaims, and my dick perks up. I can imagine her saying that in an entirely different context.
“Alright. Would you like to freshen up before going down to the diner?” I ask, referencing the popular 24-hour restaurant attached to the hotel.
“Do I have time to take a shower?” she asks.
“Of course. We have nothing but time,” I say, smiling at her.
“Oh, good. I’ll just be a few minutes. I promise.”
“No rush, really,” I say as she grabs one of her suitcases and heads into the bathroom.
Grabbing my own suitcase, I set it on the bed. Opening it, I pull out a pair of jeans and Henley and change into them, then I sit on the edge of the bed and wait for her to come out. Steam fills the little entryway when the bathroom door opens before she appears wrapped in a too-small towel. It doesn’t really cover anything. I groan as my cock hardens yet again.
“Sorry. I grabbed the wrong bag. This one is just makeup.”
“Don’t be,” I say, my voice strained.
“Are you okay?” she asks, her towel slipping. Her tit pops free, and any restraint I had is gone. Standing quickly, I move toward her.
“I’m not okay, Fee. I’m not okay. I need to touch you. Will you let me touch you?” I ask. I need to hear the words. I want her to want me as much as I want her.
“Touch me,” she says, dropping the towel. I suck in a breath at the sight of her dewy, pale skin. Mesmerized, I watch a droplet of water slide from her hair down her chest. Leaning forward, I lick it up just as it reaches the top of her tit. She moans, and what little bit of control I had snaps like a fucking twig.
“Fuck,” I growl.
My hands grip her hips as I pull her roughly toward me. My lips drop down on hers, and I kiss her before sucking her bottom lip into my mouth. Her hands move under my shirt and roam the expanse of my back, her nails dragging down my skin. I growl, which seems to be all I can do right now. Breaking the kiss, she pulls my shirt over my head and tosses it across the room.
“Oh, my,” she says, her hands moving over the Celtic cross that covers my chest. She licks her lips then bites the bottom one. The very same one I just sucked on. Her lips are going to be so swollen tomorrow. Then she reaches for my jeans, deftly opening the clasp and pulling them down.
“You sure you’re a virgin?” I somehow manage to ask. She nods vigorously.
“I saved myself for my husband, I promise.” Then she gets on her knees in front of me.
“What are you doing, wife?” I ask, already knowing the answer, but I need to hear it from her.
“Whatever I want to,” she says before pulling my cock out of my boxers and sucking it into her mouth.
“Son of a bitch,” I hiss, my hands automatically tangling her wet curls.
I don’t want to come in her mouth, I want to fill her cunt with my seed, but this is just too good to stop her. She uses her hands, throat, and tongue expertly. My hips move so hard and so fast that I am fucking her face pretty hard, but she doesn’t stop me, and she doesn’t choke on me. She knows just what to do, and fuck if that doesn’t make me harder. I need to be inside her now.
Chapter Four
Fiadh
This whole day has been full of recklessness. Things I wouldn’t normally do. Getting married, for starters, this too. It’s reckless to lose the one thing I’ve saved for so long so quickly, even though he’s my husband and I feel so close to him; it’s still reckless, but I think I like being reckless. I never would have done anything like this back home, but desperation causes desperate acts. This no longer feels as desperate as when I woke up this morning.
I’ll also admit that there is something powerful about being on my knees, worshiping my husband. That little bit of power is nothing to how I feel now. Somehow, he got me on my back on the soft bed without me realizing it. Eamon’s head is buried between my thighs, and I feel like I am floating outside of my body. Nothing could have prepared me for this sensation. He's licking, biting, and sucking on my pussy like it's his job. Then he stops. I want to protest, but I don't get the chance. He moves up my body and kisses me. Distracted, I don't realize he's preparing to slide inside of me until I feel the thick head of his cock pressed against my pussy hole. In one swift motion, he buried inside me, and all I can do is wait while I adjust to the welcome intrusion. I’m so full and so ready for more.