Page 34 of Wicked Oath
Married life with James is going well so far.
Super well …
I giggle as James rolls me onto my back. Both of us are naked from the previous night when we made love. Now, with the sun filtering in through the window, it makes our room cozier. It also makes me ready to have sex with James again.
It’s crazy to me how I never really thought much about sex growing up. Lucy was the one who would always ask questions about it. She’d research as much as she could online and from books and magazines. I was just content to read most of my days away.
Now, with James, I can’t get sex off my brain. I know we should probably do more with our time than just have sex, but it’s our honeymoon, and we have a right to enjoy it.
James kisses me deeply as he settles his body on top of me. I love the feeling of his weight on me—it’s reassuring. I’ve never felt safer.
My body is already wet and willing for him, so it doesn’t take much for him to shift his hips forward and enter me. I let out a soft moan as I arch my back, moving my body closer to his.
James growls as he continues to kiss me, the sound reverberating through my body while his hips thrust harder and harder. Now that we’ve had sex multiple times, my body isn’t as sore, meaning nothing is holding us back.
I wrap my legs tighter around his waist as his erection presses deeper into me. “Oh, James …” My hands claw at his back, searching for something, anything, to hold me steady.
“You’re such a dirty girl, eager for a fuck first thing in the morning.” His words are accompanied by a rough thrust of his hips. I cry out in pleasure as my eyes roll back.
“Yes. Yes.” I shift my hips up to match his pace, our bodies moving as one. When we have sex, there’s something about it that’s so dirty, and yet it feels just right.
“Fuck, baby.” James sits up and lifts my legs onto his shoulders in one swift movement that makes me gasp. “Feel how good I fuck you.” I melt into the mattress as he uses my body for his own pleasure. With each thrust of his hips, my body gets closer to the release I’m aching for as his erection fills me. “You’re mine, baby. Only mine.”
I toss my head back and forth as I let pleasure consume me. “James,” I cry out as my orgasm hits me.
He growls deeper, which makes my inner walls clench harder on his length. James doesn’t stop his relentless pace as he fucks me. All I can do is feel.
“Olivia,” he groans as he comes next, thrusting once more into me. He places my legs back around his waist as he leans over me, catching his breath. I shift up and kiss him gently, thanking him for making me feel so good.
James chuckles as he rolls off me and pulls me into his side. “That was some morning.”
“Yeah, it was.” My voice is groggy from sleep and an orgasm. As I rest my head on his chest, all I can think about is how good my life is. Married to a man who’s good at giving me pleasure and one I’m obsessed with. Right now, James and I are in lust with each other. I wonder if we’ll ever be in love. I can’t imagine it’ll be tough falling in love with him.
“You make me crazy.” He kisses my forehead.
“Good. That makes me happy.Youmake me happy.” I look into his eyes as I speak.
He keeps his gaze steady on mine as he responds, “I never considered marriage, but I’m glad I’m married to you. You’re mine forever.” My body tingles at his words.
“Are you mine, too?”
A smirk spreads across his face. “Always.”
* * *
Even though Icould spend forever in bed with James, he eventually has to work, and I should really spend some time with Lucy. I know she’s dying for news about married life, and I’m happy to oblige her.
I meet Lucy at my old house, so I can also visit with my mom and grandma. The four of us settle in the living room, Mom with a glass of wine in her hands like usual, Grandma with a curious look, and Lucy, who can’t stop bouncing in excitement.
“So, tell me everything!” Lucy gushes.
I glance at Mom and Grandma. “James has been a wonderful husband to me. He’s very … considerate.” A blush breaks out across my face before I can help it. Yeah, very considerate at making me come.
Grandma raises an eyebrow. “Why are you blushing, honey? We all know what you mean.”
Lucy frowns. “I don’t.”
Grandma leans over and pats her hand. “You will when you’re married.”
