Page 22 of My One
“Yes,” I panted, and Avery returned his mouth to my ass, squeezing my butt cheeks as his tongue worked the darkened ring.
I placed my hands on the small table beside the chair, balancing myself and giving him a better angle. I didn’t know what was going to come next, but I was all for it. I was putty in his hands, and I wanted all the pleasure my husband was willing to give me. He started to stroke my pussy, slipping a few fingers inside of me as he continued to work the tight muscle.
“Jesus, baby. This is turning you on.” It wasn’t a question. I knew he could tell by the amount of arousal building between my legs.
I squirmed. “More,” I breathed. I needed more to find that release. More tongue. More fingers. More. More. More.
Avery took the fingers that had been working inside of me and pressed one against my tight hole. I bucked, not sure I was ready but also burning at the same time. “You want this?” he asked.
I hesitated, still not sure. Then, I went with it. “Yes,” I panted.
He coated his finger again with my arousal and then returned it to my ass, pressing slightly on the tight muscle. I looked out at the vast ocean, feeling as though we were the only ones for miles. I knew we had neighbors on either side of us because we’d heard them coming and going a few times over the last couple of days. But at that moment, I didn’t care if they could hear Avery and me. All I cared about was the pleasure building in my core as my husband slowly inched his finger inside at the same time he worked my clit with his other hand. Each push of his finger into my ass, along with each circle of his finger on my clit, brought me closer and closer to finding my release. Once his finger was all the way in, he began moving it in and out, the pleasure building faster and stronger as though there were a thousand nerves in my body all receiving pleasure at the same time. As though every cell in my body became alive.
“Oh, God,” I moaned again.
“Fuck, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Avery admitted. “I want to see my dick stretching your asshole while I fuck you from behind.”
I swallowed. I wanted that too. Before that moment, I’d never really thought about it. I’d read about it, and talked with friends who had done anal, but I was satisfied with every position Avery and I had tried.
Until now.
Now, my body was craving to be filled more. To know what it would feel like with my husband’s cock in me. Stretching and filling me completely.
“We can save that for another day,” Avery went on. “I’m so fucking hard right now; I need to be inside of you.”
“Yes,” I agreed, still panting as he worked my ass with his finger.
The hand that was rubbing my clit stopped, and Avery lifted me upright, his arm across my breasts and my back facing his chest. He guided me back onto his lap and nudged his cock against my pussy, and I rose slightly before sinking down onto him. His finger was still inside of my tight hole. Never had I been filled in both holes until now. And I was enjoying it. My body was on fire.
Once his cock was in to the hilt, I started to ride him backward, bracing myself on the table again and lifting up and down on his shaft while he continued to use his finger inside me to make me moan. Pleasure coursed through my body, the ecstasy building and building with each drive.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
Reaching with my hand, I started to rub my clit, causing a shot of pleasure to vibrate through me instantly.
“I’m gonna come,” I panted.
Avery groaned again, and I picked up my speed, driving onto his dick faster and faster until I climaxed. I cried out, still not caring if the neighbors were there, or if they could hear us. All I knew was I’d just had the best fucking orgasm of my life. My body pulsed, twitched, and my legs shook, riding out the wave I was on. A few moments later, Avery removed his finger from my ass, held me against him and filled me with his cum. He kissed my bare back, and I sighed, happy and satisfied.
“Think the neighbors heard?” Avery asked as he leaned his cheek against my back.
I shrugged. “If they did, they’re probably jealous.”
I felt him smile against my back. “Hell yeah, they are.”
Our honeymoon was flawless. And when we returned home and back to our day-to-day routines, our married life was impeccable because I had the best husband a girl could ask for.
Twenty Months Later …
Alot had happened since we got married.
Our honeymoon was amazing and everything I’d imagined it to be. Nic and I both got good tans, spent a lot of time naked, and were in wedded bliss.
As soon as we were back in New York, I’d decided to give my parents a final call, to offer them one last chance to be in my life. After my mother’s voicemail beeped, I’d left her a message.“This is your son. You remember me, right? The one you gave birth to? The one you made sure didn’t die before I could fend for myself? The one you sent off to college? The one who owns a successful bar? Oh and”—I’d chuckled—“the one who got married about a week ago? Thanks for showing up, by the way. I truly appreciate it.”I’d paused.“You know what? I don’t appreciate it. It fucking hurts, Mom. I’d understand if I was a felon or some shit, but I’m a good man, and I married a good woman. It breaks my heart that you don’t want to meet her. She’s a nurse and takes care of people for a living. It’s in her soul to take care of people. Actually”—I’d sighed—“forget it. I don’t need to explain my life to you since you don’t want any part of it.”
I’d hung up without saying goodbye, and made a promise to myself that I’d never call them again.
Getting back into the routine, I’d met Easton at the gym before heading into Halo that following Monday.“Hey,”Easton had greeted as he came into the locker room.
