Faye trembles in my arms as I carry her over the threshold of our home and straight into our bedroom. “I warned you,” I murmur. “I told you that you had until today to get over him, so why the fuck did I still find you looking at him like you wish I were him?”
I place her on the edge of our bed and kneel in front of her. Her wedding dress drapes around her fucking beautifully, and tearing my eyes off her is near impossible. “What did I tell you in Hawaii?” I ask as I grab her ankle. I wanted to take off her shoes, but these silvery sparkly heels look fucking hot on her, and all of a sudden I need to know how she’ll look wearing nothing but those.
“You… you told me you’d f-fuck every memory of him out of me, until you’re all I can think about.”
I lift her leg and watch her silky wedding dress slide up as I expose her skin, bringing her ankle to my lips. I kiss her softly, and she gasps. “What else did I tell you?”
“T-That you’d make me scream your name, over and over again…”
I place soft kisses all the way up to her thigh, and she gasps as I spread her legs, exposing more of her. I suppress a groan when I see the blue lace panties she’s wearing, all for me. “And then?” I ask as I lift her leg over my shoulder. She loses her balance and reaches behind her, bracing herself on our bed. “What did I tell you I’d make you do next?”
I look up into her eyes, my lips pressed against her inner thigh, mere inches from her pussy. She’s breathing hard, her fingers curling around our white sheets. “You said you’d make me beg for more.”
I smirk as I lean in further, pressing a soft kiss on the apex of her thigh, right at the edge of her underwear. “Yellow,” I whisper. “Tell me yellow when I do something you don’t like, and say red if you want me to stop entirely.” I glance up at her, my expression serious. “I meant it when I said I wouldn’t take you against your will, Faye. Say it, and I’ll step away right now. I’ll take my anger out on my cock in the shower, and I’ll leave you be. I won’t touch a single strand of your hair. Do you understand?”
She nods hesitantly, her expression conflicted, as though she isn’t sure what to make of me. I lean in a little further, my lips brushing against her covered pussy, and she tilts her hips up slightly, pushing into me. I suppress a grin as I softly kiss the fabric, desperate for a taste of her. “I need to hear you say that you understand, Faye. I need to know that you’re aware you can withdraw your consent at any point.”
I look into her eyes, and the cautious trust I see in them takes my fucking breath away. “I understand,” she whispers.
I watch her for a moment, taking in the way her chest rises and falls, the neckline of her wedding dress showcasing her breasts fucking perfectly. Stunning. “Then tell me, my darling wife. What was the last thing I told you that day on the beach?”
She bites down on her lip for a moment, and my cock twitches. I need her so desperately, I can barely think straight. I lean in and let my eyes fall closed in delight as I drag my nose over her pussy.
“You said you’d fuck me so good I’d never want anyone else.”
I lower her leg back to the floor and reach for her, my hand wrapping around the back of her neck. “Do you remember the last time I had you in this position?” It was at The Lacara, and I’d spread her legs just the way I have tonight. “You have no idea what I’d wanted to do to you then, but you’re about to find out.”
I cup her face gently, despite the urgency I feel. My need to make her mine is almost insatiable, and I already know one night with her won’t be nearly enough. My thumb brushes over her lips, and her breath hitches.
“Mine,” I whisper as I lean in. My lips brush over hers once, twice, before I capture that sweet little mouth of hers fully. I groan when she instantly kisses me back, a thrill running down my spine. I doubt I’ll ever tire of kissing Faye — it’s an all-consuming experience, the way her body melts into mine, the way those little pants and moans of hers sound, and fuck, best of all, the way she so eagerly kisses me back.
I’m near fucking delirious as I drop my forehead to hers, my cock throbbing from one single kiss. “I once said I’d never punish you for having a past, but as it turns out, I’m far more petty than I thought. I can’t let it go, Faye. I fucking can’t.”
Her entire body tenses, and I pull away a little to find her staring at me wide-eyed, her faith in me wavering. “I’ll punish you once with my fingers for what you did at The Lacara,” I murmur, and a surprised gasp escapes her lips as lust flickers through her eyes. “Once with my mouth for what you said to him on the beach, and once with my cock for the way you just looked at him. Pick your order. What do you want first?”
Her lips part in shock and what a fucking sight it is. Having her here on my bed in that beautiful white wedding dress and that fucking look in her eyes. Surreal. It’s like she walked right out of my wildest fantasies.
“Choose,” I demand.
She hesitates, and just as I’m certain I’ll have to make the choice for her, she parts her pretty lips. “F-Fingers,” she whispers, looking away.
I smirk at my wife. “You have no idea how fucking enchanted I am,” I whisper. “How beautiful you are.”
I lean in and kiss her all over again, enjoying the way she moans into my mouth when I drag a finger over her pussy. I nip at her lips, rolling that full bottom lip between my teeth as I push the fabric aside.
I tear my mouth from hers when I find her already wet for me, my breathing ragged. “I need to see,” I whisper. “I need to burn the first time you come for me into my mind. Each moan, each expression, each movement. All of it, Faye.”
My hands wrap around the sides of her panties, and I slowly drag them down. She places both her hands on my shoulders and lifts her hips for me, and fuck if it isn’t the sexiest thing. My heart is pounding wildly as the light blue fabric moves down her thighs, exposing her perfectly smooth pussy.
I look into her eyes as my fingers trail back up, and a soft whimper escapes her lips when my fingers lightly brush over her bare pussy for the very first time. Her hands tighten on my shoulders, and her breathing rapidly turns into panting.
I’m mesmerized as I drag my middle finger through her wet folds. “You’re so perfect,” I whisper as I circle her clit. It’s already perfectly pouty for me, wanting my attention. I watch my wife carefully as I fall into a rhythm she seems to like.
“Dion,” she whispers, her tone conveying her desire.
I pause, my cock jerking. “Again,” I demand. “Say my name again.”
“Dion,” she breathes, and I push a finger into her.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, baby.” There’s no way she can take my cock like that, but then again, I have all the time in the world. I’ll loosen her up slowly until she’s ready for me.
I add another finger, and she squirms a little, as though it’s too much. “You’re doing so good, angel,” I murmur as I twist my fingers inside her and press against her G-spot. My fingers pump inside her like that, slowly teasing her, and the way her pussy sucks them in is fucking unreal.
She moans for me, and I smirk as my free hand joins in, my thumb drawing circles around her clit. This is better than every fantasy I’ve ever had of her. Fuck, this is so much better.
Faye’s hands move into my hair, her nails scraping over my scalp as though she doesn’t know what to do with them, and I smile as I increase the pace, wanting to see her lose control. There’s nothing I want more than to watch my perfect wife unravel.
I study her carefully as she begins to ride my hand, her movements becoming frantic, every hint of embarrassment making way for unadulterated lust. Each time I think she can’t get more beautiful, she goes and proves me wrong.
“I can’t,” she moans, her voice breaking. “It’s too much, Dion. Please.”
I increase the pace further, my touch becoming rough on her clit. “You can,” I promise her. “You can and will come for me, my love.”
She looks into my eyes with equal parts fear and trust, as though the feelings I elicited in her terrify her, yet she trusts me to carry her through. “Come for me, baby,” I whisper, swiping across her clit hard. “Give in.”
And she does. Her lips part as a moan tears through her throat, her eyes falling closed in delight. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, becoming impossibly tight, and I watch her in fucking awe as pleasure overtakes her.
I thought I was addicted to her before, but once again, I was wrong. Nothing will ever beat this rush. I swear I could come just from the sight of her.
She opens her eyes, and I see the exact moment she realizes what just happened. A hint of shame flickers through her eyes, but I’m not having any of it. “That was one,” I murmur, leaning in to kiss her thigh. “You owe me two more.”
I keep my fingers buried inside her as I lap at her sensitive pussy, finally getting a taste of her. As expected — she’s fucking delicious.
“Oh God,” she moans. “I can’t take it. I can’t, Dion. I really can’t. Please… please stop. I need… I need a break.”
I slowly drag my tongue over her clit, my eyes flicking up to hers. She looks as delirious as I feel, and it’s a fucking sight to behold. “What you need to do,” I whisper against her pussy. “Is give me one more.”
Her clit is so swollen and sensitive that even my tongue is too much for her, but I can tell she’s close. “Yellow or red, baby,” I remind her. “Is this one of them? Think carefully before you answer.”
Her grip on my hair tightens, and then she shakes her head. Intense fucking pleasure rushes through me, and I smile at her as I lift her legs over my shoulders. She falls back onto our bed, and I can’t help but chuckle. “You’ll give me one more, won’t you?”
“Answer me,” I demand, as I raise her hips into the air. “Tell me you’ll be good for me.” I hold her like that, my hands on her hips and her thighs on my shoulders. The vision she’s presenting me with is so fucking unreal, and I sigh in utter fucking delight as I leisurely kiss the inside of her thigh, waiting for my answer.
“Yes,” she moans. “Yes. I’ll be good, Dion. I swear.”
“My good girl,” I whisper before circling her clit with my tongue, my movements slower now than before. She’s more sensitive than I was anticipating, and I don’t want to risk overstimulating her. Not yet.
I gently suck on her clit, and she tightens her legs around my neck in an effort to get me closer. My perfect, perfect wife. I give her what she wants, my tongue teasing, lapping, until her breathing turns erratic and soft moans fill our bedroom. “Dion,” she pleads, and I give in, sucking on her clit harshly, sending her over the edge.
She comes on my tongue, and fuck if it isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced. She loses all strength in her legs, and I gently lower her onto our bed, refusing to take my mouth off her just yet.
“Perfect,” I whisper against her skin. “You’re perfect, Faye.” My wildest dreams don’t hold a handle to the reality of her.
I press one last lingering kiss to her pussy before rising to my feet, towering over her as I pull off my bowtie. “That’s two,” I tell her as I undo my waistcoat and let it fall to the floor. She watches me through lowered lashes, her wedding dress bunched around her waist and her long hair spread over our bed. She has no fucking idea how sexy she looks, does she?
Faye’s eyes follow my every move, and I smirk as a soft gasp escapes her lips when my shirt falls open. “You act like this is the first time you’re seeing my abs,” I murmur. “Like you didn’t massage champagne into them just a few months ago.”
My shirt falls away, and I pause with my hand on the waistband of my trousers. “Come here,” I demand, my voice rough. “Make my fantasies come true, Faye. Undress me.”
