The Accidental Marriage: Chapter 34

The door latches behind us. The small closet near the ballroom is empty except for a couple of brooms and mops. A flick of a switch and a single bulb glows above us.

My wife kisses me, her hand on me. Now her touch is bolder, her fingers tracing my shaft through my slacks and boxers. Despite the layers of clothes, her strokes seem to brand me. The heat flows through my veins. My skin feels too tight, nerves sensitive.

She caresses the tip of my cock, then goes on her toes, wrapping her other hand around the back of my skull and pulling me down for a kiss. Her mouth is hot, her tongue eager. Electric streaks run down my spine all the way to my balls and the tip of my dick.

I rock against her hand, feeling like a horny teenager, and run my fingers through her hair as she fumbles with my belt. Lust shoots through my veins, my entire body tingling. More blood flows south in anticipation of her hands on my bare dick.

The hiss of a zipper. A whisper of silk. Rough, shallow breathing.

Her lashes cover her eyes as she bites her lower lip in concentration. My siren. As soon as my cock’s free of confinement, she grips the shaft in her hand and gives it a gentle pump. I drop my forehead against her shoulder and groan softly. She’s never done this before, and I get the feeling that if I say anything she’ll vanish like a startled rabbit. I thrust into the tight sheath of her fingers, silently letting her know how much I love what she’s doing to me.

She continues to move her hand, then lowers her lips until she’s running her tongue over the erratic pulse point on my neck. I shudder. Who would’ve thought having your neck licked could be so erotic? Then she slides lower, her movement sinuous and graceful—

Her breath fans my cockhead.

My dick jerks, and I clench my jaw at how good it feels. She looks beautiful on her knees, her eyes lifting briefly to gauge my reaction. She sticks her tongue out—oh God, yes—and licks the tip experimentally, tasting the clear fluid. Then she runs her tongue over her lips and gives me a small, wicked smile that hits me hard, leaving me dazed.

She pulls my cock inside her mouth slowly, then hollows her cheeks. The sapphires around her throat sparkle like a priceless collar, marking my possession of her. I caress her brow tenderly.

“Good girl.” Suppressing an urge to shove myself into her mouth, I move my pelvis gently. “Look at you, taking my cock. Beautiful.”

She moans softly in her throat, the vibration passing through my dick. I groan in pleasure and grip her hair hard. The muscles of her jaw and neck are too tense. “Relax, baby. Breathe through your nose and set a rhythm.”

She opens her mouth slightly and pulls me in deeper, moving her head along the shaft. Her pace is tentative and awkward, likely her first time—but that knowledge is heady and sexy as hell. The fact that she wants to go down on me heats my blood until I can barely see. My balls tighten, and I know I’m already ready to come.

But not yet.

“Put your hand under your dress and touch yourself, baby,” I coax her.

Her mouth wrapped around my cock, she flushes as though pleasuring herself is too embarrassing. The sight is touching in its vulnerability.

I caress her temple. “Come on, baby. I’m dying to know how you’re enjoying this.”

Her cheeks scarlet, she lowers her hand until it vanishes under the dress.

“Are you wet? If you are, open your eyes and look at me.”

She hesitates for a moment, then looks up at me, her eyes glazed with lust. Her getting wet from sucking me off is one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced. The pleasure sharpens, an orgasm ready to slice through me. I can barely hold back.

“Pump yourself with your fingers. Remember how my fingers felt inside you? Do that. Make yourself feel even better.”

She moans against my dick as she pumps herself. I cradle her gorgeous face. Hot bliss spreads over her, making her furrow her brow as she searches for the right spot and the perfect rhythm. Reining in the urge to go balls deep, I thrust shallowly into her mouth.

“That’s right. Pump yourself and touch your breasts. Knead them, tug and pinch the nipples.”

She hesitates a little.

“I can maintain the pace. Stroking your breasts will feel amazing.” I feel like a devil tempting the innocent.

She drops the hand and slips it underneath the bodice. Her groans get stuck in her throat. During all this, she remembers to keep her jaw relaxed.

“Good girl. My beautiful, perfect girl.”

I drive deeper into her mouth, watching closely to make sure she doesn’t choke. Her movements grow more frenzied underneath the skirt. She’s absolutely stunning when she’s chasing her peak, her entire body trembling, and her eyebrows pinched in focus. If we didn’t have to go back out to the exhibition, I’d love to come on her face, mark her as mine and mine alone.

Her breathing is shallow and labored. She’s so close. Her orgasming while getting fucked in the face with my dick sends a hot ripple through me. She might be on her knees, but she’s my goddess, my queen. I will lay the world at her feet.

A long groan tears from her throat as her body shakes in climax. I grip her hair hard as an orgasm crashes through me. I release into her hot mouth, sensing her tighten and relax as she swallows.

She’s simply too magnificent. I pull her up gently and straighten her clothes and hair. She’s completely languid now, her arms almost limp as she wraps them around me.

“Are you okay?” I ask, stroking her back soothingly.

She nods with a small smile that lances my heart, as sweet as Cupid’s arrow.

I kiss her hard.

“That was amazing,” she murmurs. “I can see why you like using your mouth on me.” She places a soft kiss on my cheek. “We should do it again, but first, let’s go back to the exhibit and see if there are any more of my mom’s paintings.”