“Lie back against the seat. I want you to watch me fuck you.”
“Oh God.” He slammed his head back against the seat and looked at his wife. Her breasts were swollen, with deep, rose colored nipples, which where hard as stone. He used one hand to steady her and the other to massage her breasts. In fact, since her pregnancy her nipples were super sensitive, and all he had to do was pinch and suckle at them for a few minutes and she’d come without him stimulating her * at all.
He couldn’t take his eyes from her body.
“You like?” she asked.
“God babe. You are so hot. I love how your body is changing.”
She smirked. “Yeah I bet you do. Bigger boobs.”
He laughed, which turned to a groan when she squeezed his dick. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take. A week of abstinence had him on edge.
Lily moved her hands from the roof and brought them to her breasts, where she started to massage and pinch her nipples. She was a tease and knew how crazy it made him watching her touch herself.
Growling, he held her hips tighter, so he could pound into her wetness while he watched her pleasure herself.
“Lily, I can’t stop.”
“Michael, come.”
His balls pulled up, his cock grew just before he started to coat her walls with hot semen. Lily started to climax around him. She writhed around on his over-sensitive shaft, nearly sending him into another orgasm. Only with Lily!
Completely spent she collapsed against him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I love you, my husband,” she whispered into my neck.
“Mmm, I love you too.” He moved her face to the side so he could reach her lips with his. “You are amazing, but I think we need to dress because we’re about five minutes out.”
Her eyes widened in shock. “I’d forgotten.”
He placed his hands on her hips again and lifted her from his cock, which had them both moaning.
“Michael?” Lily questioned looking at his hardening dick.
“That’s what happens when you ban sex,” he replied, grinning. “Babe, just sit your sexy butt right here.” He positioned her on the seat beside him, while he untangled his pants from her dress. He hitched his pants up, fastening them. Kneeling at her feet, he helped her slide her dress up her body. “It’s a shame to cover you back up.” He leaned forward and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, massaging it with his tongue. She shuddered, breaking out in goose bumps.
“Michael… you have to… stop.”
She arched into him as he moved to her other breast.
“Oh God. Michael, so close.”
Her breasts were so sensitive, and he loved that he could bring her to orgasm by lavishing attention only to them.
He lay gently against her stomach, while he continued sucking and nibbling on one of her breasts, he lifted his hand and started to rub and pinch her other one.
She gasped, shuddering as she came apart in his arms, clutching his head to her.
Breathing heavily, he gave a couple of licks to her breasts before pulling her dress further up to cover them with unsteady hands. Hearing her come apart had his cock hard as a spike.
“We’re here,” he whispered.
“I’m not sure I can move.”
He gave her a wicked grin while he brought her forward from the seat and fastened her back into the dress.
“We’re already checked into our room. Ruben stopped on his way to the wedding to sort it out,” he told her as he pulled the key for the suite out of his inside pocket.
“Thank goodness.”
The chauffer opened the door for them; so he climbed out first before turning to hold his hand out to his beautiful wife.
Chapter 12
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Michael insisted on carrying her all the way through the hotel straight to their suite on the top floor. If people watched them, then she wasn’t aware of the fact, because her eyes never left her husband’s.
She’d been surprised in the car when he let her instigate what transpired in there. It had been hot as hell and left her aching for more. As Michael had commented, she’d banned sex, but she sure as hell had been ready to lift the ban.
Inside their suite, Michael put her down once they were alone. She took in their suite for the night before they headed off on honeymoon tomorrow.
As she looked around, she couldn’t help but notice the abundance of flowers spread throughout; lilies and roses, her two favorite flowers. She covered her mouth with her hand in surprise. Michael had done this for her. He was the most romantic man she’d ever known.
“Thank you,” she whispered looking at him before turning back to check the rest of the room out.
The room had been decorated in creams and beige, with furniture to match. A leather corner sofa was to one side and a large flat screen television taking up wall space opposite. There was a wet bar with four stools hidden away underneath. A room to the right would be the bedroom, which she couldn’t wait to get Michael into.