“So fucking wet, baby. You like it when I fuck your pussy with my mouth. You like me eating you.” I look up at her, her cheeks flushed, lips pink, and eyes dark and hungry. I grab both her ass cheeks, pulling her tighter against me. “Tell me,” I growl.
“Yes, I love it.” Fuck, I was going to come in my pants just from watching her get off. I pull her tighter against me, sucking her clit into my mouth. She comes on a scream, and when I know she’s back with me, I stand up, kissing her deeply, and start getting undressed with her watching me the whole time. While I pull off my pants, she unclips her garter belt from her stockings and is about to roll them down her thighs, when I stop her.
“Let me do that.” I walked over, my fingers traveling up her hips and under the garter belt before pulling her panties down, leaving everything else in place. I help her onto the bed, crawl between her legs, lift one, and then the other, and rest her ankles on my shoulders. I slowly rolled down her stockings, taking my time to kiss every inch of skin I expose along the way. “You’re so beautiful.” Feeling her wet heat against the head of my cock, I can’t help but to slide into her in one long stroke, feeling her wetness surrounding me. Her pussy tightens, her head arches back, baring her neck, and when her eyes come back to mine, I slide out, then back in the same way. Every stroke is slow and precise, making sure to hit that spot that I know will have her screaming when it finally builds up. “You’re so tight and wet, baby. I love the way you feel surrounding me.” Her arms and legs wrap around me, holding me tightly.
I can feel myself beginning to lose it when I feel her pussy practically begging to convulse around me, each stroke pulling us both closer and closer. “Come with me. Shit, come with me.” I put my hand between her legs, pinching her clit and sending her over with me. I rolled over so she was on top of me, both of us breathing deeply. “We just consummated our marriage,” I say on a puff of air. She starts laughing, her head coming up.
“We did; now it’s official. You’re stuck with me, Mr. Mayson.”
“Thank fuck.” I pull her head back down, kissing the top. “How about the hot tub now?”
“Sure, just let me lay here for a few minutes.”
“You can relax in the hot tub.” I palm her ass, stand up, and carry her outside to the hot tub. And this is how we spend our honeymoon. Sleeping late, breakfast in bed, lazing around the cabin while reading, watching movies, kayaking on the lake, and nights and days making love.
Chapter 12
“Liz.” I can hear my name being called, and I know the voice, but don’t know why Kara would be calling my name when I’m on my honeymoon with Trevor.
“Hmm?” I answer from my groggy state.
“Liz.” I try to lift my head, but become dizzy from the sharp pain that slices through my head. Then I remember that today is my first day back at work. I was there with Kara when two guys came into the store and forced us at gunpoint out to their van. When I tried to prevent them from taking Kara, something slammed into the back of my head.
“Kara?” I ask, trying to open my eyes; but they seem too heavy, my body to tired. I try to fight against the feeling that is pulling me back under, knowing I need to make sure Kara’s okay.
“Liz, you need to wake up.” She shakes me and I’m finally able to open my eyes enough to see her standing over me. “Thank God,” she says, falling to her knees next to me.
“Are you okay?” I look her over, noticing her clothing intact, and no bruising or scratches are on her.
“Fine…fine.” She holds her face in her hands. “After they knocked you out, I didn’t try to fight them.” She lifts her face, looking at me. “I’m so sorry. They’re looking for Tim. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to, but I told them where he is,” she whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“It’s okay, calm down.” I lift my hand, holding hers. After a few minutes, I’m finally able to sit up. When I look around, I notice that the only light we have is coming from a small battery operated lantern. When I take in our surroundings, I know exactly where we are; well, not exactly, because there are thousands of tornado shelters all over Tennessee, and this one looks like it’s been abandoned for a long time. The old cement block walls are disintegrating; the shelves that are supposed to hold supplies are rotten, the smell of mold is so strong that my stomach turns. “How long was I out?”
“I don’t know. A while. When they finally stopped, one of the guys took you out of the van, while the other one questioned me about Tim.” She starts to cry again, this time, holding her very large stomach.