“I want to know. Always. In general, lawyers don’t like surprises.”
I throw my head back in a laugh. “Touché. I should’ve known that. The next four days, we’re staying in a luxurious, five-star beach resort in Destin. We’ll be completely alone to do whatever we want. No kids, no job responsibilities, no teenage baby incubators. Just my wife and me. Clothes are completely optional.”
“Is it a nudist beach?”
I cut my eyes over to her and arch one eyebrow. “No, it definitely is not. No one else gets to see my wife’s nude body.”
“Just clarifying the clothes are optional comment.” Her tone is so innocent it leaves no doubt in my mind that she’s messing with me just to see me riled up.
“You’re poking the caveman, Mrs. Sharp. Careful.” She knows all too well that my threats are only made in a fun and sexual nature.
“Did you say caveman? Is he coming out to play on our honeymoon?”
“Dammit, it’s going to be a long trip,” I grumble as I adjust myself. “We just got on the road and you’ve already caused this.” I point to my swollen crotch.
She leans over exaggeratedly and looks at it. Her lips are pulled to one side, and her eyebrows are drawn down in deep thought, like she’s trying to diagnose me. “That looks painful, pressing against your zipper like that. It’s more than a four-hour drive, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I reply through gritted teeth. She’s leaned her head even farther over.
“As your wife, it’s my duty to tell you that more than four hours like that could be dangerous.” She puts her hand on my thigh, and a grunt escapes from deep in my chest.
“What a good wife you are, showing such concern for my health.”
“I am, right? I knew I’d rock at this job.” She slides her hand up my thigh and stops dangerously close to my stiff cock.
“I’m about to pull over on the side of the road before we even get past the county line,” I threaten.
“No need to do that, baby.”
She moves her hand higher, skimming over me on her way up to the button and zipper. In seconds, she frees me and my hardened cock stands up straight. Before I can comment on how much better it feels without the confines of my denim prison, her warm, wet tongue circles the head of my dick and I’m instantly unable to speak. Without warning, she takes me as deeply into her mouth as she can and gently rocks her head from side to side.
One hand grips the steering wheel, the other hand grips her hair, and I have to consciously concentrate to keep my eyes on the road rather than rolling back in my head. She swallows and her throat muscles clamp down around me. “Fucking hell!” She continues to change up her tactics, so I have no warning of what to expect next. One second, she takes my breath completely away and the next my tensed muscles can relax momentarily. Alternating between pleasure and pain, I am lost in the incredible woman who is my wife.
“Layne, baby, I can’t hold back. I’m going to—”
My admission only fuels her determination. Within seconds, she’s taken all I have and has left me in one hell of an afterglow. “Holy shit, baby, that was incredible. I think I need a cigarette now and I don’t even smoke.”
“It was my pleasure.” She smirks.
“Uh, no, I can definitely say that was all my pleasure. Your caveman can’t wait to return the favor when we get in our room.”
Several hours later, we’re finally pulling into the resort for our short honeymoon getaway. The long drive is lined with palm trees, ending at the circular drive in front of the resort entrance. The valet takes my truck, the bellhop takes our bags, and Layne and I get the keys to our honeymoon suite.
“Mrs. Sharp, your caveman is starving and becoming restless. It’s way past time to feed him.”
Determined, I advance on her and claim her mouth with mine. My hands start to undress her as I back her into the bedroom. When we reach the bed, I break off the passionate kiss to remove her bra and panties. My eyes roam over her body, taking in every beautiful curve. The matching black lace bra and panties she’s wearing make me want her every bit as much as the racy lingerie does. Actually, what I want is her, any way I can get her.
My fingers ache to touch her, my mouth yearns to taste her, my body begs to own her. I have to touch her. I can’t be this close to her and not have my hands all over her. Reaching around her, I unhook the clasp on her bra and let it fall to the ground at our feet. Then I hook my fingers in her panties and follow them down her legs until I’m kneeling in front of her, leaving my mouth at exactly the right height to taste what’s mine.
“Ready?” I ask, my mouth a breath away from her clit.
“Rea—ahh!”
With a voracious appetite, I feast on my love. With my tongue, lips, and teeth, I devour her and bring her to the brink of the most exquisite pleasure, only to back down just before she reaches her limit. Again. And again. Until her fingers grasp my hair and hold my head in place.
“If you’re sure that’s what you want.”