Feeling her finger run up and down my now bare cock, I can’t help but shiver in anticipation for what she’s going to do to me next. She gently takes my balls into her hands, massaging them and preparing me for the intensity that is to come. Olivia then leans in, the tip of her tongue tickling them, and I shudder before her. All I can do is stroke her hair, keep it out of her face and encourage her to keep being such a good girl.
Her hands close around my cock, firmly jerking my flesh forward. Her tongue then runs up the underside of my cock, and I’m so tempted to just cum right then and there. Somehow, some way, I manage to keep myself together, though.
Opening her mouth wide, she proceeds to do to me what she did to that enviable strawberry. Licking me, taking me deep, letting her tongue lap all around me. She keeps her eyes fixed on mine, adding such incredible power to every little move she makes. Up and down she bobs her head, building on what she has done so far and increasing the intensity so damn much.
The sweet sounds of sucking fill the room as my head falls back, enjoying the rising tide of delight she is delivering to me. She’s good at this. Too good. Maybe she’s had a lot of experience. Maybe she’s just a natural. Despite her being my wife, I honestly have no idea and I really don’t care. I just love her and yearn for her so intensely.
The popping sound of her lips leaving my cock drives me wild. I can’t hold back any longer. It’s too much. Too intense. She knows exactly how to make my cock melt in her mouth.
I can’t help but explode down her throat, where she so happily goes deep around my cock, holding me down her throat, greedily slurping up every drop of my cum as the orgasm throbs and lingers through me. My legs tremble, and I cum a little more when she pulls off my cock, licking it clean and doing it all with such a delightful smile.
“Goddamn, girl. You are impressive.”
“You just taste so damn good, Cameron. I couldn’t help myself.”
“It’s my turn now,” I say, pulling her up to her feet to kiss her. The scent of my cum is on her breath along with the strawberry, and every single thing about her is utterly intoxicating.
Arms wrapped around her, I guide her down to my sofa, sharing more kisses with her as her fingers run down my spine. Her tender touch gets everything inside me rolling again and I can feel my cock reviving despite the wonderful things she just did to me.
I taste each and every inch of her as I descend her body. Every bit of her soft flesh is sweeter than the last, and I think I’ll lose my mind when I taste her sex, which was always the point of all this. I unbutton her jeans and begin to roll them down her legs. It’s a very casual outfit for a woman on her wedding day, but despite all my desire to do things right, I can’t deny that we’re moving so fast that I didn’t even give her a chance to change into something more appropriate.
“Not even any sexy lingerie, Olivia?” I tease her. “It’s like you didn’t think you would be consummating your marriage today.”
There’s never not a smile on her face as I pull her panties down her legs, and finally strip her of the last of her clothes, leaving her bare and naked before me. If her touch isn’t enough to get me hard again, seeing her like this is definitely doing the job.
Her sex glistens, that much is obvious even as I view it from this distance. I lick my lips as I descend between her legs and place a kiss right there on her clit. She shudders so delightfully beneath me and I don’t hesitate in continuing to explore her. Licks, tender touches, they slide through her folds, a light hum rising in her. I study her to see exactly what she likes, and build upon that.
She’s so delectable. I slurp her juices, savoring each and every drop, and thankfully, she’s more than happy to provide more for me. It’s not long before she’s gasping, and each and every lick seemingly produces a wonderful moan out of her.
She writhes beneath me, reaching for my head, grabbing my hair in a weird blend of desperation and petting me, struggling to cope with such powerful feelings and wanting me to keep doing what I’m doing.
Every lick is deliberate. Every slide of my fingers into her sex is measured. All of it combined is dedicated to her pleasure. In our short time together, Olivia had already done so much for me, in pleasing me and giving me a brighter outlook for my future than I ever thought possible.
She’s my wife, yes. In that way, she’s already mine. But I know that such things aren’t truly permanent in today’s world. If I want to keep her, I need to please her. I need to do anything and everything to convince her that being my wife is the best decision she’s ever made.
Her moans only get louder and louder, the intensity of it all spiraling out of control. She’s rising off the sofa, the pleasure being given to her just too much for her to handle. It’s sudden when she comes, and damn, is it surprising.
The powerful ecstasy consumes her, making her roar in delight, her legs closing around my head as I suck her clit a little more to make sure she wrings every bit of pleasure out of it. It’s absolutely beautiful, and I feel as if I’m already addicted to the sounds and sensations of Olivia Young coming against my tongue.
Even if it proves quite a bit messier than I imagined. What with her squirting all over my face.
Her cheeks are beet-red as she looks down at me. “Oh. Oh, I’m sorry. I’ve never done that before.”
I laugh. “I’ll take that as a compliment, then. I loved it.”
Grabbing a tissue from my nearby nightstand, I wipe myself down as I look back at her. Naked and trembling, ready and willing for so much more.
It is time to properly consummate the marriage. To take her and to plant my seed deep inside her.
It is time to start our beautiful life together.
7
OLIVIA
This is turning into something so much more than I ever imagined it would be.
I’m no virgin. I’ve had my fair share of experience. And usually guys are either totally self-absorbed and completely ignorant of my needs, or they’re completely clueless but willing to learn. The latter is preferable, sure, but by the time they learn how I tick, I’ve found some reason the relationship isn’t going to work.
Cameron?
He knew everything to make me squeal and come right off the bat. It was something truly magical and I really have no idea where he’s been all my life.
I don’t know what I was thinking when I made the pact. When I eyeballed that creep in the coffee shop, I was starting to think that to realistically get married and start a family within a year, I would have to settle for someone who wasn’t exactly perfect for me. That they’d fall short in the character department, or in the bedroom, or fail at something else equally vital.
Cameron is proving to be so damn perfect in so many ways.
To find him just by happenstance in a coffee shop? It feels about as likely as winning the lottery.
But even as rare as that is? It has to happen to someone, sometime. Rarer than even one in a million, it still happens.
There’s an aching feeling pulsating all over my body, and he stands tall, his cock throbbing and pointing right at me. God, finding him is seeming better than finding out you’re holding the winning one-billion-dollar lottery ticket.
“We need to get you in bed for this,” he says. “We need to do this right.”