Page 95 of The Spare
"No, Mase!" she says in a quivering voice. "Fuck meharder,"she whines, causing my eyes to slide to hers.
I firm my grip on her legs as she digs her nails in and attempts to buck against me, her cute feet bob in the air, the charms of her ankle bracelet tinkling with her movement.
I say nothing, my only response is to lean more of my body weight into my thrusts. The dull, smacking sound of our flesh colliding making me feral, and making her mouth drop open as she looks down between us.
My eyes slide down her body as well, taking in the sight of her breasts bouncing, the muscles in her abdomen flexing, and down to her clit. The fingers of her left hand leave my arm to slide across her mound to her clit, rubbing furiously. A grin tips my mouth, and I watch fascinated as she plays with herself.
Still I say nothing, content to watch her do whatever she wants to herself.
A desperate whine sounds out between us, affecting me so badly my hips falter, and my eyes snap up to hers to see her brows are furrowed, her mouth is pursed into an adorable pout, and her eyes are closed. Her pussy flutters around me, her hand moves faster before she lets out a half scream and tears her hand away, arching her back off the bed and shoving her breasts in the air as she orgasms hard. I maintain my thrusts, not giving in even as her belly tightens.
Her pussy twitches around me again just as a stream of her juices erupts from between us, flowing down her mound, across the trembling muscles of her abdomen, and slicking in the crease of her breasts.
I make a rough sound in my throat as her fingers claw into the sheet under us on either side of her hips, and the sight of her knuckles going white sharpens my own pleasure to a painfully perfect edge.
I'm not ready. This is our honeymoon, and I wanted to take my time with every time we fucked over the last two weeks; I wanted this to last longer, wanted to spend hours inside her.
I mean I have, but… it's still not enough.
My chest heaves, and a trickle of sweat moves down my neck. Heavy, hot breaths escape my nose as my body responds to hers, myskin pulling tight as my temper rears its head.I'm not ready.My eyes narrow as I pick up the pace, slapping my pelvic against hers and increasing my pace as red hot irritation momentarily tinges my vision.
"Fuck," I growl."Fuuccckkk."
"Mason!"she cries out, pushing me over headfirst.
Her wetness flows over my shaft in a warm waterfall, her cunt twitches hard before squeezing and fire explodes over my skin as my own orgasm hits me. I growl, smacking one last time into her sweet body as my cum flows out of me and into her hot channel. I grind my teeth, the primal feeling of me orgasming in my wife heightening my pleasure. I tighten my hand on her nape and her knee as I bend down and take her other nipple into my mouth in a slight punishment because she forced me to come before I was ready.
I latch on tightly, causing her moaning to crescendo into a full on scream.
Her hand slaps against my chest as she jerks against me, smearing the juices that were on her fingertips on my skin. I pull away from her breast, grab her wrist and wrap my lips around the wet tips of her fingers, sucking them clean of her taste as I relax my weight into her trembling body. Staring deep into her wide, shocked eyes.
"We're not done," I warn.
I move my lips to her collarbone, kissing my way up her neck until I get to her lips, where I silence her whimpers and panting gasps for air with a lazy, slow kiss I make last forever. Until I recover, harden, and fuck her all over again like I wanted to the first time.
"So what's your uncle like, Mase?" Melody asks, drawing my attention from the dresser where I'm busy clasping my watch and trying to pick out a pair of earrings for her. She's seated at the little vanity by the window, struggling with her eye liner.
"Truthfully, I don't know much about him," I respond, settling on a simple pair of emerald studs and a delicate gold bracelet.
"Really?" she says in a shocked tone before scoffing, pulling out a makeup wipe in an agitated movement.
I hum. "Really. He doesn't come around much."
"Why not?"
Her voice sounds weird, I turn my head, seeing she's leaned two inches away from the mirror and her mouth is open wide as she concentrates. She grumbles, fucking up the wing again. I scrunch my brows and fold my arms, leaning a hip against the dresser as I watch her smooth the wipe against her skin and take a deep breath before picking up the eyeliner pen.
"He and Father have some sort of… beef."
She turns, putting curious eyes on me before going back to the mirror. I grab our beaded matching bracelets that we'd gotten from the vendor in the market yesterday and pull mine on the same wrist as my watch. I pull out my phone, texting Dante and Stephen that we're almost ready and to meet us outside of our suite so we can head out to the cars together.
Sensing she can't do her makeup and hold a conversation at the same time I keep talking. "You know, we were never really told other than something happened between Father and him that they can't get past." I elaborate, walking towards her and place my hands on the back of her chair, leaning in as she takes another makeup remover wipe and scrubs at her eye. I tsk my tongue and turn her gently, stepping between her legs and reaching for the liner.
She arches a brow at me, recoiling her face and pinning me with an incredulous stare. "What are you doing?" she asks sharply as I tilt her head up and to the side, pulling the cap off and tossing it to the vanity table.
"Doing your liner for you since you can't seem to manage it," I say, getting closer and putting the tip of it to the corner of her eye.
"Have you ever done this before?" she says with amusement, blinking.
