He held her in place while he explored her mouth, his tongue delving deep, his teeth nipping at her lips. His hand slid seductively down her neck, pressed her breast underneath her silk blouse, and sneaked past the waistband of her trousers to stroke her through her panties. This time she didn’t mind that he could feel how wet she was.
He removed his hands from her and stood up straight.
She opened her eyes, blinking at him in the darkness. She’d made a joke out of sex before, but she was past that stage now, and if he tried to get out of it, she was going to be angry. “Why’d you stop?” she whispered.
“We’re married now,” he growled, “and I’m a gentleman. I’m not going to spend our wedding night f**king you against the wall.”
“Really?” she asked, letting him hear her disappointment. “Are you ever going to f**k me against the wall? Because that gentleman thing is overrated in my opinion.”
“Later in our marriage,” he promised her. “When we’re older, and we plan a rare escape, trying to recapture the youthful exuberance we used to have in our relationship.”
“Oh.” That sucked. This whole joke sucked.
“Like, tomorrow.” He led her over to the bed. The stripes of moonlight and colored light rippled over his features as he moved. He stopped her at the foot of the bed and gently pushed her suit jacket off her shoulders. “Turn around and let me unzip you,” he said.
She faced the dresser with the mirror above it. Her ponytail was intact so far, her figure looking pretty good in suit pants she’d had made on a trip to Hong Kong. The dark figure of Daniel stood over her, watching her in the mirror, then focusing on the catch at the back of her neck. She felt it unfasten and the zipper move down her back, and she shuddered.
Still watching her, he unclasped her bra, then moved his hands beneath her clothes, brushing along her skin. In the mirror she could see his hands skimming her body, moving around to her front, just as she felt her br**sts tingling with his touch. His fingers thumbed her ni**les until a gasp escaped her lips.
And then his mouth was on her neck, making all her senses go wild. She couldn’t get enough air as she lowered her chin to give him better access to the back of her neck. Just as she thought she couldn’t stand any more, he moved her blouse and bra together off her arms and down her body, letting the garments pool on the floor. He nudged her pants down her hips. She stood in front of the mirror in nothing but her panties and high heels.
“You are beautiful,” he whispered. “I can hardly believe you’re mine.” He slipped one hand from her breast down her side, along her hip, to cover her panties with his warmth. His fingers explored downward.
Suddenly his hand stopped, and his eyes widened at her in the mirror. He growled, “Are these crotchless panties?”
“Maybe.”
“Did you bring these with you to Vegas from New York, like you knew you would need them?”
She’d bought them in another mad dash through the mall that afternoon. She should have brought some from home, because just when she didn’t bring them, she needed them. They were like the bunny ears and clip-on tail in that regard. But Daniel seemed outraged, and she found this funny. So she only pointed out, “You brought latex gloves.”
He continued to stare at her.
“I thought I might get married while I was here,” she said, “and then I would need them.”
“We will talk about this later.”
“Really? Will you punish me?”
“Definitely.”
“Will you spank me?”
“I think the punishment should fit the crime, don’t you?” He pushed his fingers inside her.
She arched her back, allowing his fingers to shove deeper. Her ass rubbed against the front of his pants, and she found out how hard he was for her. She felt coiled and tight, ready to spring.
Finally she turned to face him and started to unbutton his shirt from the top. He unbuttoned from the bottom and they met in the middle, his fingers still slick from being inside her. She moved the sides of his shirt away and slid the sleeves down his arms and off him, letting the carefully tailored garment crumple to the floor and wondering whether this was bothering him right now. It didn’t seem to bother him. Before she’d even had time to run her hands across his solid muscles, so beautiful in the moonlight, he’d bent his head to suckle her breast.
It was hard for her to concentrate while she endured such pleasure, but she managed to reach forward and fumble with his belt buckle, then the catch of his suit pants and his zipper. She tried to push everything down together. He raised his head and took over for her, kicking off his shoes and disrobing completely. He sat down on the bed, gorgeous in the moonlight like a marble statue, the planes of his muscles shining in contrast with the dark shadows between them.
She didn’t want to ruin the mood by bringing this up, but she had to. “I’m on the pill, but do you have a—”
As she said this, he was already reaching for his pants. He pulled out his wallet and unfolded it to find a condom. He looked into her eyes and paused a moment, as if he understood what she was thinking. It was so strange that she was on the pill, protected from pregnancy, yet they were still using a condom like they hardly knew each other, like this was sex with a near stranger. Which it was.
Except that they were married.
The moment passed. He sheathed himself. Before she could step away or think of a joke, he was pulling her by the wrists toward him, then by the bu**ocks, pressing her center down on his erect cock. He brought her down on him so far that it took her breath away. He urged her to impale herself on him over and over, until she was boneless with want.
He lifted her off him and stood up. Then he turned her around and pressed her down until her head was on the bed, her ponytail spilling across the covers. Her ass was thrust in the air, higher than it should have been courtesy of her high heels, waiting for him. He ran his fingers up and down her crease, moving her slickness around, and then once more inserted himself through the hole in her panties, finding her center and then shoving himself all the way inside her at once, making her cry out.
“Touch yourself,” he whispered.
Obediently she lowered one shoulder to the bed to brace herself while she reached back with the other hand to finger her clit. Her whole sex immediately clenched around him. He cursed and grasped her by both hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he thrust himself into her harder and faster.