Page 66 of Stolen Holidays
His eyes darken as he hooks his thumb through the gusset and pushes my new undies to the side. The top of his head disappears under my dress as he leans forward and swipes his tongue up the slit of my pussy.
“You taste sweeter than cupcakes,” he mumbles as he dives in and attacks me with his mouth, eating and licking me with fervor. It’s a delicious carnal assault that’s messy and loud and wet.
“So close,” I pant.
My clit pulses under Eli’s tongue as he gives it his full attention. He licks and bites and sucks. In no time, he brings me to the edge. With a white-knuckle grip, I hold on to the metal rack and close my eyes, reveling in the sensations. Savoring the pleasure of his mouth on my sex. Basking in the tight throb that builds deep inside me until it finally snaps into a million shimmering pieces.
“Yes,” I cry out as my orgasm rolls through me in waves of tingling pleasure.
With one last lick, Eli drops my dress and stands. Our mouths collide as I reach for the waistband of his slacks. We move towards the bed as I easily undo his button and zipper. I slide his pants and boxers over his hips, freeing his cock from its confines. He’s velvety smooth in my palm. From root to tip, I stroke his length, coating his cock in the precum leaking from his head.
Eli breaks our kiss with a groan. “How am I going to fuck you in this dress and still see my name on your body?”
Silly man. These panties have a double surprise. “I think I can help with that.” I turn around and bend over, hands on the bed. Eli steps behind me and grabs the fabric of my dress, guiding it up and over my ass.
From over my shoulder, I watch Eli’s eyes widen in surprise. He growls as he brushes the Mrs. Miller stitched across my ass with his fingers. “So fucking hot, Mrs. Miller.”
I wiggle my butt in the air. “I’m glad you like it, Mr. Miller.”
“Love it.” His voice is gritty and low, like he’s restraining himself.
My skin prickles as I wait for my husband to make a move. Eli slides the lace to the side and works his cock through my pussy lips, coating his hard shaft in my arousal. Heat builds between us with each frictional pass of his cock and tug of my underwear over my sensitive clit.
“Stay on your hands and toes. I don’t want to mess you up.”
“I like when you make me messy.”
“It’s our wedding day. Can’t have people knowing we slipped away to fuck.”
“People are going to know, Eli.” I enjoy knowing he can’t keep his hands off me.
“Then pretend for me.” The tip of his cock bumps my entrance, and in one slick thrust, my husband enters me for the first time. Both of us moan as I adjust to Eli’s size. The sound is a sensual melody I will always remember.
“Can you pretend for me? Keep this our dirty little secret?” He slowly drags his cock to the tip and thrusts back inside me, hitting the spot deep inside me that only he can reach. The spot that makes me come harder than I ever thought possible.
“Whatever you want, husband. Just don’t stop.”
“Never, wife.” Eli picks up his pace, pulling my panties tighter over my clit.
Our sexes slap to a beat all their own as we come together as one. It doesn’t take long for us to find the perfect rhythm. Over mypanties, his fingers stroke my clit in tight circles. I chase the fuzzy sensation of my impending orgasm.
“Your pussy feels so good wrapped around my dick. I love how your tight cunt squeezes my cock and your juices drip down my shaft when I fuck you hard. I’ll never get enough of you and your body. You’re mine forever, Princess.”
His sweet, filthy mouth pushes me over the edge of the cliff, and my body spasms around his thick length. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me like the ocean on the shore during a storm.
“Elijiah.” His name is a benediction on my tongue.
Each chant of his name proceeds with a rough thrust of Eli’s hips until he comes deep inside me, with an inhuman roar. “Calliope.”
My knees wobble as I catch my breath, and after a minute, he pulls out of me. Eli snaps my panties into place, and I wince at the exquisite pain. My thoughtful husband fixes my dress and helps me stand before he pulls up his pants and tucks his cock away.
Contrary to our rough sex, Eli plants a sweet kiss on my lips. “I love you.”
Now that the sexy part of the evening is over—thank you, horny pregnancy hormones—it’s time to give him his last present. I grip his hands in mine.
“I love you too.” I take a deep breath.
“What’s wrong, Cal? Did I hurt you?”
