Forever Attraction (9 page)

I let go of his cock and let him guide in the rest of the way. He pushes all the way to his balls and stills inside me. I can feel it all the way into my belly, pressing firmly against my cervix.

Inhaling sharply we revel in the connection. He pushes my hair out of my face and softly kisses my lips. “You’re perfect, my wife.” He says resting his forehead on mine. Our eyes never breaking from each other.

“Make love to me, husband.” I wrap my legs around his waist, pressing my heels into his firm ass cheeks. Yum, he’s soft and hard at the same time.

Pulling out slightly he pushes back in and start a shallow rhythm. It feels amazing. My body tingles all over.

“Honey more. I need more.” I kick my heels on his ass. He pulls out further and humps back into me and I scream out. “Oh, yes, Brad!” I moan, and as he pumps back into me I break into an earth shattering climax of pure ecstasy, my body shudders as the walls of my pussy contract around his thick member. I dig my nails into his shoulders unable to stop coming. Wave after wave of pure white-hot pleasure rolls through me and he picks up the pace, bucking into me. His cock pleasuring my cervix in ways I’ve never knew were possible. “Brad…yes… Oh…God…I’m going to come again baby.” I cry out, breaking into a million pieces again, arching my back, biting my bottom lip as I try to make him fill me harder and fuller. It’ll never be enough. Fuck he’s wonderful.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re so beautiful. Come for me again.” He kisses my quivering lip.

He kicks up the speed and presses his thick member in and out of me in long deep strokes. “Baby I love you.” He moans, through clinched teeth. I grab his shoulders pulling him down on top of me, his chest pressed against mine. I caress his back, nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck, kissing it over and over. Feeling him, enjoying him. A wave of pure happiness washes over me and I swallow hard. Don’t you cry, Alexis. Not here. You’re making love to your husband for the first time. You can’t cry. Suck it up, you pussy.

“Brad?” I whisper.

“Yes, baby?” he pants.

“I love you so much.” I choke back a sob.

“I love you more.” He licks my neck and bites down onto it with light pressure. Mmmmm. Yes. That’s what I need. “Come one more time, baby. I can’t hold it much longer.” He pulls out of me almost all way and slams back into my tight hole.

“Oh!!!” I wail out in pleasure. He does it again and I come undone, biting onto his shoulder, lock my ankles around his back and come hard. Convulsion after convulsion of sated ecstasy fills my veins and feeds my needy core. “Yes…fuck Alexis.” He grunts pushing his chest off of me. We lock eyes again and a deep need to come is evident on his handsomely rugged face.

“Come in me, baby. Fill me up.” I purr, watching his face contort into the most beautiful thing imaginable.

“Fuck, Alexis. I’m… You’re so fucking tight, baby. You ready?”

“Yes. Come for me, my husband. Fill up your wife.” I moan biting my lip as I watch his sweat soaked body buck into me.

“Fuck!” He grunts and jerks. His cock swells in my hole and I squeeze around his shaft, milking him. Letting out a big gust of air, he explodes. His cock pumps into me with fast shallow thrusts releasing the rest of his seed. I can feel it resting inside my used hole. What a perfect feeling.

Lowing himself down onto me. I caress his back sweetly, kissing his shoulder and neck. His dick is still hard inside my pulsating hole. I could definitely go again.

“You have the most perfect cock.” I kiss his shoulder again.

“That was amazing.” He breathes and turns his head, getting comfortable.

I love the feeling of his big thick body resting upon me. There is nothing more comforting in the entire world.

“So… Would you like to tell me why you had to marry me this weekend?” I tease, running my hands down his back and along the curves of his taught cheeks.

“I would have done it sooner.” He wiggles his hips with his member still hard and ready to go, resting inside me. Filling me up.

“How much sooner?” I giggle. It’s not like he could have married me much sooner. We haven’t known each other very long. If I was closer with my family they would have thought this was a shotgun wedding because I was knocked up. Even though that couldn’t be further from the truth.

“Ummmm.” He leans up onto his forearms and his eyes bore into mine. His beautiful face lighting up at the thought. “Probably the first night…you know, if you wouldn’t have thought I was insane for asking.” He says and pecks me quickly on the lips and rolls off. His cock pulling out, leaving a deep emotional and physical void.

I instantly turn onto my side and curl up against him. Laying my hand over his muscled body and look down. His beautiful package is glistening with a mixture of our juices. With my free hand I cup between my legs and for the first time in my life I feel something seeping from me. It’s the most wonderful feeling.

I smile.

“What’s that little grin of yours for, my lovely wife?”

I pull my hand up and show him the come adorning my hand. I massage the silkiness between my fingers and enjoy the scent of sex permeating the air. I don’t know how else my life could be any more perfect. It may sound gross to be excited about maleness filling me, but I’ve never had it before. Another first for me. A good one.

“You like that, huh?” He scrunched up his nose like it disgusts him.

I wink and suck my fingers into my mouth with a groan. “Oh, yes, it’s so tasty, my husband has some fantastic sperm.” I wink again and purposely make slurping noises.

He chuckles and watches as I suck my fingers into my mouth. Savoring all the saltiness from our mixture. It actually tastes really good. I sit up and kneel on my knees. Eyeing his member. I wouldn’t mind having him fill me up again.

“Can I have some more my husband? You know, we wouldn’t want to disappoint Mama.” I bite my lip innocently and bat my eyelashes.

“You’re not sore?” he looks worried.

I shake my head. “No, just because he’s big doesn’t mean he hurt me. I just can’t believe I got lucky enough to have a cock like that.” I look at it and lick my lips.

“It’s not too big?” His voice cracks as it wavers with trepidation.

I wave him off with my hand. “Oh, please…it’s huge. But too big is not in my vocabulary.”

I reach out and grasp its thickness is my hand, the best that I can. And adjust myself so I am able to cup his balls with my other. I tug on them slightly and he bucks off the bed with a heady groan.

“Do you like your balls played with, baby?” I whisper seductively and he nods, eyes wide. I pull them harder and he nearly comes unglued.

It doesn’t take long and he tackles me to the bed and has his way with me three more times. Filling me up with his hotness. I scream over and over, following every toe curling orgasm. So encapsulated in sated relief I nearly passed out afterward. Curled up in my husband’s arms.

“Well don’t you guys look cute?” Amy comments, as we make our way into the dining room, hand-in-hand.

“How’s it feel to be husband and wife?” Mama asks, sitting at the table, pouring us glasses of OJ.

“Great.” I smile brightly over to my husband, as he pulls out my chair. I take it graciously and he scoots me under the table. Amy sets a plate of steaming pancakes for breakfast in front of me and Brad scoots a chair up next to mine. Taking his rightful place against me. Our legs touching as he gets comfortable, pouring warm syrup over his stack of hot fluffy goodness.

I take a big sip of my OJ, and boy does that taste good.

“So, children, do you think after all that love making last night I might have a grandbaby about to be baking in the oven?” Mama blurts with a smile on her adorning wrinkled face, and I about fall on the floor, as I spit half of my orange juice across the table and choke on the rest.

I can’t believe she just said that! I turn bright red. I can feel my cheeks heating and realize that the entire place probably heard my boisterous orgasms last night. Shit! I wasn’t even thinking.

Brad barks a laugh and reaches over, squeezing my leg. Amy takes point and wipes up my mess. I’m in total shock and more embarrassed than I’ve ever been in my entire life.

“Sweetheart, it’s okay.” He says, rubbing my knee.

I shake my head and turn away. I can’t look at them.

“My sweet, sweet, daughter in-law. Stop with all that right now.” She slaps her hand on the table and I turn to face her. I’m as bright as a fire engine. “I’m an ol’ lady, but it’s not like I haven’t had a good romp in my day. Some rather loud love making just means I might get me a grandbaby sooner. I think you two should go back and try again.” She smiles and takes a sip of her white coffee mug.

I about choke on my spit again and shake my head. Brad doesn’t seem affected by her at all.

“Baby, Mama is like this. You knew that before you married me. She’s just directing it at you, now. Welcome to the family.” He leans over and kisses my cheek, sliding his hand up my thigh to stop and rest just inches from my pussy. Poking out a finger he teases it and I jerk in my chair, sucking in a deep breath and closing me eyes. Could I be any more embarrassed? This can’t be happening. My clit jumps wanting more love. But I push the feeling back down and ignore my aching core.

Amy sits across from me with a giant smile on her face. “Brad’s right, Mama is overbearing, don’t be surprised if she doesn’t call you like fifty times a week to see if you’re pregnant yet.” She teases and winks at Brad, who returns a smile.

What was I thinking? I’m not used to all of this. I love Mama and Amy. Just never thought I’d be sitting down here talking to them about my sex life with Brad. How weird. You’d think with years of experience as an escort nothing could faze me. Nope, guess again.

“Well Mama, Brad and I will try not to disappoint you.” I feed a bite of pancake into my mouth, to help stuff down my rising anxiety.

I sit in silence as my husband and his family talk about his work plans, Amy’s business and other things. I barely pay a bit of attention. Still reeling from the past few days. How in the world could I go from a normal, unattached woman, to a married one in less than a few weeks? Unfathomable in some respects but happily so.

I turn my gaze to watch my husband as he comfortably carries on a conversation with his family. His left hand stroking my leg, as he eats with his right. It seems like we’ve been doing this forever. Like it’s second nature to him. I could get used to this.

***

 
“I’m sorry about my mom.” He states, as we make our way back into the pink room.

“It’s okay, babe.” I smile and sit on the bed, leaning back on my elbows, watching him take off his shirt. God, that thick chest is mine all mine. No girl could ever be as lucky as I am.

“Want to take a hot shower with your husband?” He raises a brow, slowly tugging down his pajama bottoms. I can see the outline of a very large, juicy cock, hard and ready to play.

I lick my lips. “If my husband would like to give his mother another show to listen to, then yes.” I giggle coyly, covering my mouth. I can’t believe I actually said that out loud. But that wonderful woman wants a grandchild. Even though Brad and I haven’t even discussed having children yet, I don’t mind a little practice. I’m still on the pill after all.

“Fuck yes, I would, get that sexy ass of yours in the bathroom so you’re husband and fuck your brains out.” He willfully states, and rubs his hand over his stiff member.

Well, well, well. If my husband doesn’t have a little kinky side. I think I’m going to love this marriage thing more than I thought.

I slide off the bed and bend over, pulling down my pj pants to reveal my bare bottom.

“If my husband would love to fuck me. Who am I to object?” I rub my cheek, dancing my fingers over my soft bare skin, glancing over my shoulder, locking eyes with the hottest man on the planet.

He growls hotly. “Fuck yes. Now go.”

I stand, tossing my hair over my shoulder and then bend over further to drop my bottoms to the floor and step out of them. Walking into the bathroom I sling my shirt off and toss it aside.

“Are you commmiinnggg?” I purr, entering through the door.

“Yes, I am.” He grabs me from behind, forcefully pushing me against the glass shower door, my nipples turn into hard pebbles as they press hard against the coldness of the glass. “I want you so badly, my wife.” He groans and slides a slippery pre-come coated cock between my legs.

Gliding the thick shaft up and down my ass and into my folds, I moan as he circles my clenching hole.

“Right there.” I breathe, pressing my butt into his thickness. The head slowly enters into my whimpering hole, a little at a time.

“You’re so sexy, baby.” He bites my neck and I shiver, my toes curling at the perfect pinch of pain radiating through my lustful body.

Grabbing my hands and holding them above my head he slams into me.

“Oh, fuck!” I scream at the sudden onslaught of his eleven inches tearing me apart.

With his chest pressed against my back he jackhammers my pussy relentlessly, and I scream in ecstasy as his balls slap my clit.

“You’re so tight and feel so good, my sexy wife.” He moans, his hot breath on my ear.

“Oh… God…oh… God…” I squeal, as his perfection hits my clit and g-spot in unison.

“Do you want to come? Do you want to come for your husband?”

“Yes…more, Brad, I need more.” I push back against him, meeting his forceful pounds with my eager pussy. Riding the razors edge of climactic heaven.

His arms wrap around my body and suddenly he’s out of me, I’m facing him and he’s pushing me backward into the shower stall. My back pressed against the cold tiles. With a quick flip of the wrist he’s got the shower steamy and hot and hitching my legs around his waist.

“Here this might help.” He lowers me onto his cock until I am so full I can feel his length resting deep inside my belly.

“Brad, you’re so big.” I moan, wrapping my arms around his big neck. Reveling in the sight of my man’s hands gripping my hips, and leaning back so I can marvel at his amazing physique. All coated in tattoos and wide protuberant muscles.

“I’m glad you like.” He smiles shyly and leans in, capturing my lips in a warm succulent kiss. As his cock begins to slowly rock in and out of me. Reawakening the walls of my hot core.

“I love you.” He says against my mouth.

“I love you more.”

Tenderly he takes his time coaxing my walls, teasing them, until my legs are left shaky and on the verge of coming, hard.

“Stop teasing me.” I rake my nails down his shoulders. “I thought you were going to fuck your wife?”

“Oh, I will, but I’m going to savor this. Bringing you closer and closer to exploding around my dick. Stopping. Then fucking you harder.” He picks up the pace and I writhe on the edge. “See, baby. Claiming you isn’t about orgasms, it’s about learning about that sweet body of yours.” He suckles my neck and hammers hard into my pussy. My nails grip into flesh, making him grunt loudly.

Oh, yes, my baby likes pain. I dig them in harder and his pace quickens. Shit, I’m close. My breathing kicks up and I moan, biting my lip. Fuck… I’m…yes…

My body jerks and I explode, eyes rolling into the back of my head. My body convulsing like a fish out of water. Oh hell, oh hell, yes, yes, yes. I spasm again. I can’t stop. As the orgasmic wave pushes into another, his cock relentlessly pushes me further over another blissful edge of pure carnal satisfaction.

Opening my eyes post release, I smile. Watching Brad achieving his climax, face contorted. His body thrusting short spurts. Hot come erupting inside me, pulse after pulse. I clamp down around him and brace my hands around his neck. As he grunts his final release. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“That. Was. Amazing.” He presses his forehead against mine. His chest heaving hot and heavy breaths. The steam in the shower enveloping us in a cloud of moist air.

“Yes, it was, sweetie. Let me down so you can rest.” I kiss his nose quick and he helps me down to ground level. Another amazing sexcapade with my man. My. Man. What a strange concept. A wonderful one. But a strange one. One I don’t know if I’ll be able to wrap my head around for a while.

Grabbing the soap, Brad helps wash me, paying extra special attention to the rather dirty parts between my sensitive folds. His hand grazes my clit. Apparently washing it twice isn’t enough. He has to go back over it a fifth and then a sixth. Until I am quaking and ready to burst.

My knees shake. “That’s enough.” I tease, grabbing the back of his hand, holding it to my mound.

“It’s never enough.” He quips back, grazing my protruding clit with the tip of his nail. The overwhelming sensation rockets up my spine and my knees buckle. Brad catches me in his arms. “A little intense?” he taunts.

My eyelids flutter and I faintly nod. “Yes,” I wispily state, cradled in his arms. My head resting on his warm, wet, chest. My clit throbbing with every beat of my heart.

“Let’s take you to bed then.” Brad quickly washes my hair, and rinses it. Turning off the shower, he helps me from the heated stall and dries me thoroughly before he escorts me into the bedroom and helps me into bed. Naked, we both lie down beside each other. His hand kindly combing through my damp locks.

“You’re very beautiful, Alexis.” He whispers, lovingly.

With droopy tired eyes, I roll onto my side to face him. A tiny smile tugs at my lips, as I stare at his body. “You’re the hot one.” I mutter and his face turns bright red with embarrassment.

“Are not.” He leans in, pecking me softly on the nose.

“Are too.” I sigh, my eyes leisurely taking in handsomeness. Sipping it like a fine bourbon. Savoring it, committing ever single inch of him to memory. This is our honeymoon. This is the beginning of our new life together. So much we have to learn. So much I can’t wait to unfold. “Tell me about your aspirations.”

“You know most of them.” He replies, his eyes burrowing into mine.

“Yes. Some. Like restaurant wise. But I’m speaking on a deeper level.”

“Um…” He looks up toward the headboard breaking eye contact. “I…umm… I dunno… you tell me first.”

“No.”

“What if I say something you don’t want to hear?” he’s fast to add.

“I expect the truth. Nothing more, nothing less.” I reassure, sliding my hand up his abs, to rest on his thick chest.

“I want kids.” Brad blurts, closing his eyes, his forehead creasing. A painful expression cloaking his sexy features.

“I do too.”

His face relaxes.

“I want three.” He says.

“That’s fine with me.”

“I want to live in the city and raise a family. I love the city and most importantly I want to live in New York City so I can work and be close to my mama and sister.”

“Agreed.” I nod.

Our easy conversation carries on for twenty or so minutes. Until my eyes become heavy and in my husband’s arms I fall fast asleep. Dreaming of him and our bright future together.