Page 51 of Stitch
“Was gonna confiscate your underwear, but now I want you to wear them soaked with our cum, little wife. The proof of our consummation.”
“Sick bastard.” My words were muffled under his hand, but he grinned as if he understood every word. For someone who shouldn’t be indulging in anythingso vigorous, he railed me up against that toilet cubicle wall, using his fingers on my clit to send me over the edge into pleasure, just before he let out a long groan and shuddered through his release. His dick twitched inside me as he spurted and filled me with his cum.
“Wow... fuck number two was a bit of a quickie, but don’t worry, I’ll take my time with you later. For now, wife, best get your knickers back on, before my cum dribbles down your legs.”
“You’re definitely a twisted bastard, Stitch. I feel like you held some of this back until you had me bound to you.”
He shrugged, offering me an easy grin.
“I think you love every minute of it.”
Twenty-Seven
Our starter was cold,but did I give a fuck? Like hell. I was serious about a hundred fucks before I die, and I was determined to keep count. I created a ‘fuck list’ on my phone and noted down both occasions. It sounds sick or pathetic, I guess, but I wanted to be able to look at it and see the different places we’d managed to get it on. And yeah, I wasn’t supposed to have sex yet, and yeah, I’d probably made myself bleed again, but I couldn’t give a fuck, because it was worth every fucking second.
“Would you like me to bring you something else?” The waitress was back and fussing about our cold food.
“Sorry, darlin’. Our little chat took a bit longer than planned, but it was our fault. We’ll just wait for our mains thanks.” She took away the cold uneaten food, and I watched as Camille nursed her drink with pink cheeks.
“You need to hold your head high, wife. Nothing wrong with what we did in there. We’re married, and we’re allowed to fuck any time we want.”
She sipped her drink and stared out the window, watching people walking by.
“They know what we were doing in there. I’m mortified, Stitch. I told you the exhibitionist thing isn’t me. I’m all for deviant sexual behaviour, but I’m not comfortable with people knowing about it.”
Hell... she was in for a shock then.
“If you’re gonna live in the clubhouse, girl, they’re gonna know we’re fucking in there.”
Her eyes widened. “Live in the clubhouse? When was that decision made? We haven’t discussed that?” Shit, we hadn’t. I’d made an assumption, but then, she had that cute little house, didn’t she?
“Is it a definite no? They’re my family.”
Our food arrived then, briefly shelving the subject, as we started our food.
“I’m not saying it’s absolutely a no, Stitch, I’m just saying that we haven’t discussed anything beyond our honeymoon. That’s big stuff that we need to talk about later.”
Yeah, that’s the kind of shit normal people do, right? People who have a ‘later’ and a ‘future’. What a sobering reminder of our short time together. My appetite disappeared mid-bite, and I set my fork down.
“Are you okay?”
I finished my beer, and waved at the waitress for another.
“Yeah.”
“You can talk to me about stuff, you know that, right? Even if we weren’t married, I’d still be here for you. I’m not as good as Lissa, but I can listen.”
I didn’t want reality to intrude on our honeymoon, and I didn’t want to have to think about my impending demise, so I waved her off and pointed at her food.
“Tuck in, gorgeous. You’re gonna need your energy. Married fuck number three is happening when we get back to the camper.”
She rolled her eyes. “Is that all you think about?”
I debated offering some kind of blasé response, but in the end I opted for honesty.
“Camille, you’re honestly the only good thing happening to me right now. The best part of my life, so why the fuck would I want to concentrate on anything other than you? I want to do everything with you, and to you, and I’m not exactly planning to take it slow. If that’s a problem, you need to tell me, because I don’t want to be some kind of fucking burden here. I just don’t want to waste a minute with you. I’m a selfish bastard, and I want every fucking minute of your time. Every breath, every sigh, every smile, and every fucking sound you make while I’m inside you, while any part of me is inside you. And I’ve seen your bucket list, girl, I know the kind of shit you want to experience, and I want to give you every damn thing on that list.”
Cammy
