Page 38 of Married to the Beasts
We’ve given her a good warmup over the past several days, and I thought last night would be the night, but she was exhausted. Hopefully, she’s had a solid night of sleep.
I lie beside her and wait, my cock swelling with impatience, until her gorgeous green eyes open. I brush her hair back from her face as she gets herbearings. When she turns to me, those eyes are filled with naked desire.
I want to roll over her and plunge inside her pussy, but I need to make her first time better than that.
“Shower?” I ask, and she smiles.
I carry her into the bathroom, turn on the water, and invite her in when it’s warm. With a handful of shower gel, I lather her from head to toe, lingering in all of the places I’ve learned she likes best: the side of her neck, her breasts, her hips, her inner thighs.
When my fingers finally slide over her clit, she comes in a matter of seconds, her hand grasping for my arm as the waves overtake her. Before she’s fully through it, I kneel in front of her and eat her out, taking her over the edge again, loving how her cries fill the tiled stall.
While I was still standing, her eyes kept going to my cock, which is now throbbing in time with my heartbeat. I’d love to fuck her gasping mouth, but I’ll save that for another time.
I should make this more romantic, but I can’t wait any longer. I turn her around, brace her hands against the wall, and ease my cock inside her wet pussy as slowly as I can.
She starts to moan before I’m fully buried, and it takes powerful self-control to hold back.
I pull damp strands of her hair back from her shoulder. “You okay?”
She nods quickly. “Yeah, good. It’s just … wow.”
“Keep breathing. Relax.” I cup one of her breasts in my palm and pinch her nipple between my fingers. When her inner muscles soften, I ease in further, slowly, slowly, until my hips press against her ass.
Fuck, she feels good. Even better than I imagined, and I’ve been imagining this since the night I met her.
I rock inside her, nudging a certain spot, and the payoff comes fast.
“Oh my god, Conal. It feels good.”
I chuckle, because she sounds surprised. “Hell yeah, it feels good.” I grab her hip to keep her steady, quicken my pace, and she groans, then whimpers in time with each of my thrusts.
“Uh, uh, Conal, Conal!” She sounds fucking desperate as she starts to come, and her pussy strangles my cock, throbbing around me, pulling me in deeper. It’s a miracle I don’t blow my load, but I’m determined to get her off again.
I cover the back of her body with mine and lean in close. “Can you take more, babe?”
When she nods and lets out a ragged breath, I lift one of her legs and push in deeper.
“Fuck me, Conal,” she says, and my god, I could fall in love with this woman. I rub my finger over her clit in time with my thrusts until she starts to come apart again.
“Oh! Oh, fuck!”
Her cries, the sounds of our bodies slapping together, the scent of her filling the shower, the incredible sensation of her tight, wet heat gripping me like a vise—all of it spurs me on even when I want this to last forever. All too soon, lightning shoots down my spine and my balls tighten.
“Oh, shit!” I don’t know where the clarity comes from, but not a second too soon, I realize I’m not wearing a condom. Hastily, I pull out just as I start to come like a volcano, thick threads of cum erupting out of me, streaking Hazel’s backside with white.
Fuck. I always use protection, always. I can’t believe I forgot, and I doubt my sweet little virgin bride is on birth control. Correction: Formerly-virgin.
I don’t buy into the concept of virginity as some sort of virtue or prize, but it feels damn good to know I was the first one to give her this experience.
More shocking than the fact that I went ungloved is the sudden realization that the thought of Hazel pregnant with my kid doesn’t bother me. At all. In fact, a part of me I didn’t know existed until right this minute is silently rooting for her to get knocked up.
Turning Hazel toward me, I take her in my arms. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” I didn’t mean to get as carried away as I did at the end.
“I’m good. Really good.” She’s smiling shyly, but her eyes are glowing.
“Good.” I give her a kiss. “Let’s get out of here before we’re both waterlogged.”Or before I bury myself inside you again,I think to myself. If this wasn’t her first time, I’d want to go again, but she needs to recover. Besides, she’ll soon be spending time with Rafe and Bron, too.
With tender care, I clean off the parts of her that are newly dirty, then quickly wash myself and turn off the spray. I wrap her in one of the robes hanging nearby, and slip one on myself before picking her up and carrying her over to the padded bench near thetub. She fits perfectly in my arms when I sit down and bring her into my lap.
