Page 48 of Stitch
She took a deep breath and sagged against the closed bathroom door.
“Did we make a mistake though? I mean, this was a crazy thing to do, right?”
I dragged her against me, and cupped her firm ass cheeks.
“I have no regrets, wife. I get that you might have issues with marrying some guy you barely know, but look at us. We’re young, we’re hot… well, you are, and we’re not doing anything wrong. I’d really like to be doing all kinds of ‘wrong’ things, but like you said, I’m banned from fucking you right now. That really sucks, by the way. Of all of the things this damn disease has done to me, I can’t believe I can’t fuck my new wife on our wedding night.”
She pressed her face into my neck and nuzzled me gently.
“Doesn’t mean you can’t get me off, Stitch... maybe I can even get you off without you doing yourself any harm, but none of that is going to happen until we’ve set some ground rules. No more interfering with me when I drive, or while we're out like that.”
I squeezed her ass again, and backed her up to the wall, my lips trailing over her cheek, and down her throat.
“Oh no, we’re definitely gonna fuck everywhere. I want to do it where we could get caught, because that added thrill is hot as fuck.”
Camille pressed her hands against my chest and pushed, so I let her put a little space between us, although we both knew if she really wanted me to back off, I would.
“I’m not really into the exhibitionist thing, Stitch. I like sex in random places, but the thought of some weirdo watching us really creeps me out. Maybe we’re not as compatible as we hoped, but then we barely know each other, right?”
I grabbed her hands and moved closer, pressing them against the wall at her sides.
“You’re my wife, and I don’t plan for you to spend our short married life worried or creeped out, so we’ll keep it to places we can’t get caught, if that’s your preference. That doesn’t mean that I’m not going to drag you off somewhere and fuck you when the mood takes me, but I’ll try not to pick a dogging spot for it. That said, you’re the one who picked that place to play.”
She shot me a glare. “It’s not like it’s signposted or anything, and I wasn’t doing my best thinking while you had your fingers inside me!”
I groaned, remembering how her hot pussy sucked them right inside her.
“You keep talking like that and I’m gonna have to go down on you again. You taste fucking delicious.”
Cammy
He’d gone from beingawkward and conflicted about sex to being absolutely obsessed with it, or at least obsessed with doing things to me. I wasn’t complaining. I was totally on board with this oversexed version of Stitch, because he was wicked and deviant, and I loved every moment of it.
I also loved the fact that he wasn’t focusing on the bad stuff right now. He was completely focused on the fact that we were married, and out here away from everyone, enjoying ourselves and living in the moment. I had no idea how long we’d have to enjoy each other before he was no longer well enough to do these things, so I knew we shouldn’t be wasting valuable time.
The creepy guy though, the dogger, that had freaked me out more than I could have guessed it would. He was literally pressing his face up against the glass and grinning at me, just as I was so close to coming. If I’m honest, I think the loss of my orgasm was part of the horror in that moment.
“I promise I won’t let any more perverts watch us fucking, girl. Please... try to relax. This is our honeymoon, the only one we’ll have together, so let’s make thebest of it.”
He was right, and I had to calm down and stop worrying about reality. We had to enjoy here and now, but with that said, I was starting to wonder what the hell deviant stuff he was already planning. I was seeing a side of him I hadn’t experienced yet, because we’d known each other for a less than a week.
“Before I agree to anything,husband... I need to know what else you’ve added to your bucket list. It doesn’t pay to go into anything unprepared, or without warning. You could have added all sorts of depraved stuff that I don’t know about.”
He smirked as he handed me his phone and I scrolled through the additions. They all involved things he wanted to do to his ‘wifey’, and they were graphic and filthy. Honestly, it made me horny just reading about them.
He really had added ‘finger my hot wifey while she drives our camper, and make her come hard’.
“I need to make some amends to this. We can’t do that one, for a start. There’s no way you’re getting me up a bloody tree!”
He laughed, and took the phone back.
“That’s the only one that bothers you?”
I shrugged, letting him pull me close again.
“Not even what I want to do to your ass?”
A tiny shudder ran through me at the thought. I’d left it off my list, but anal sex was something I definitely wanted to try, and I really wanted it to be with him.
