“Sorry to disappoint you, but no, I didn’t kiss the guy.” I stopped touching him and mimicked a cry. “What a turn off,” he just laughed and kept kissing my neck and rubbing my ass. “You’re not going to ask about me?” he didn’t even flinch.
“I don’t care. You had a life before me, and I’m sure you had a lot of fun.” I started teasing him, touching him again. “I have had more than a couple, and I had one with two men.”
“Greedy. Is that why you enjoy having me play with your toy?” He wrapped his arm around my waist and turned me toward him. I nodded, “You can say that.” He grabbed the toy back from the nightstand, “So let’s see. Do you like this?” He pressed the toy against my clit, the pulsing sensation vibrating through me, and I jumped, nodding at him. “And this?” He slid one finger in and kept rubbing the toy against my clit. I moaned into his mouth and nodded again.
“What about this?” He slid the toy in, and one of his fingers—he just sucked on, up my ass. That made me squirm, clench, and scream. “Yes, I like that.”
He kept playing with me, started licking and biting my nipples. “And what about this?” He said as he guided himself to my entrance, without taking the toy out.
“Can you take this?” I nodded, hungry for him, hungry for more. He entered me, and that stretch made me gasp. I felt so full, it was borderline painful in the most exquisite way. I could feel his finger, the toy, I could feel him. “Fuck Theo?—”
“Shh, relax,” he said as he started moving hisfinger, slowly, in and out of me, while the toy and his cock stayed steady inside. He grabbed my hand and put it on the toy. I was kind of in control now.
He started thrusting slowly, and I followed his pace with the toy. I could feel the vibration on my entire body. With his other hand, he cupped my breast and started biting my nipple. “I’m going to speed it up now.” I nodded.
And when he did, the whole room started spinning for me. It all felt so tight, so wet, so perfect. “You take me so well.”
He took the toy out, rested it on my clit, and started thrusting me deeper, with his finger too. “I’m about to come, Theo.”
“Good, come for me then,” and I did.
We stayed there restless, still throbbing, shaking, but happy and full. “Is that something you still want to repeat?” He said out of nowhere, and while he was looking at the ceiling, I could see the wheels on his head spinning. “What, this? Absolutely.”
“A threesome, I meant.” He didn’t look at me when he said that. “I mean, I don’t know. I could be open to it. Do you want to?”
“Honestly, no. I don’t want to share you with anybody, let alone a man. But, I understand that you are still young, and that there can be some things you still want to experience.” He looked pissed, but in a ‘I’ll do it for you’ kind of way, and I will never allow him to feel like that just to do something for me.
“Hey, look at me,” I said, cupping his face in myhands, “I don’t need to experience anything else. The way you fuck me on a daily basis is more than enough. And honestly, a lot better than anything else I’ve done in the past. So no thank you.” he laughed and kissed me.
“Good, because if a guy ever touches you again, I’ d have to kill him, and that would ruin the company, and our marriage.” I crack a laugh. “You won’t kill anybody, and you won’t ruin anything, but me.”
“Another thing that I need to ruin is this night,” I stood up and looked at him, “Why? What happened?”
“Well, it is 4:48 a.m. and our flight leaves at 7:45 a.m, so if we want to catch it, we need to shower and get ready, like, right now,” I growl at him.
“Theodore Jones, you booked our honeymoon flight in the early morning after our wedding?” He looks at me like I’m saying the stupidest thing in the world. “That’s how honeymoons usually work, you finish the wedding, and then off you go.”
“I mean, yeah, but have you met us?” I say while I grab a blanket and stand up from the bed. My legs are still shaking, I swear I’m dripping, and I’m pretty sure that my makeup and my hair are so ruined that I need a blowout and a makeup artist to fix me.
“Well, that was the point of having a sunset wedding, sweetheart.”
I rolled my eyes at him, “Yeah, but I bet you didn’t count on having sex for six hours straight. Right?”
“Well, that’s your fault,” he says, laughing at me ashe stands up, slapping my ass on his way to the shower. “Are you joining me?”
“If you want to catch that flight, absolutely not.”
CHAPTER THIRTY
theo
This time,going to Paris feels completely different.
When I brought her here to propose, I was feeling nervous, hopeful, but nervous as hell, and I think I was in some kind of haze. Now, I feel complete and genuinely happy. Now, there’s no haze. No doubt.
I feel complete.
Sam stands at the hotel window in nothing but panties, hair a mess, sunlight spilling over her bare legs like it’s worshipping her. She’s holding a croissant in one hand and coffee in the other, like she’s lived here her whole life. Like she belongs here.
