Chapter 6

SIX

Adam

The ride back to the hotel, getting in the elevator, unlocking the door to my room—it was all a blur. With our hands linked together, it was almost comical the way we speed-walked to the room. I wasn't sure who kissed who first. I'd planned a romantic lunch, pictures in front of the fountain at the Bellagio, and a gondola ride at the Venetian. Instead, we were in our suite kissing like two teenagers trying to get off before curfew.

And my sexy, demure, conservative bride really wasn't wearing panties.

I would have bet everything I owned that she'd never left the house without them before in her life.

The fact that she'd done it for me, for our wedding, got me hard as a fucking rock.

"I love this dress," I growled against her mouth, "but it needs to come off."

"Then take it off." Her eyes were playful, soft, but filled with desire.

I turned her so I could unzip the dress and held her hand as she stepped out of it.

Before I could help her, she unsnapped her bra and tossed it aside, standing in front of me completely naked.

"Sweet Jesus," I breathed. "You're fucking…sensational."

She put a hand on her hip and gave me a shy but mischievous smile. "You're lying, but that's okay. A husband should lie on his wedding night.

I snorted. "I'm not lying. Why would I lie? Are you twenty-five? No. But neither am I. You think I'm the same as I was in my twenties? Because I know that's what you're mentally comparing yourself to. Are you doing the same with me?" I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall open, watching her the whole time.

"No, but it's different with you." She approached me slowly, her eyes on my abdomen. "Your stomach is still flat…your arms muscular…biceps buff and hard." She reached out and gently ran her hand down my stomach.

"And you're curvy and feminine," I replied, gently lifting her chin and forcing her to look at me. "I know you ladies think perky little tits are the best, and young guys want those massive double-D's, but a real man…" I gently palmed one of her large, heavy breasts. "We want the real thing. Full." Her nipple pebbled as I ran my thumb across it. "Responsive." She tried to look down, but I didn't let her, forcing her to keep her eyes on mine. "Soft." I squeezed a little and a quiet moan escaped her. "See what I mean?" I took her hand and used it to cup my crotch.

Her eyes widened for a second, but then she squeezed.

Now it was my turn to moan. "Fuck, baby, that feels so good. Just like you feel good. You've talked about your weight the whole time I've known you, and if you want to lose it to feel better, because of what happened to Mario and so we can have a long life together, I'm there for it. But don't do it because you think you're too fat for me. That's simply not the case."

Our gazes lingered for another beat, until her eyes fluttered closed and I took the invitation. Nibbling her lower lip, I gently pushed her to the bed, and we fell together, kissing and touching. I wished I'd gotten my pants off, but we had time. There was one thing I'd been dying to do, and I was going to do that first.

I sat up and pushed my shirt off my shoulders. "Open for me, baby."

She hesitated, and I waited. Because this was important. I knew she was as vanilla as it got, so I was going to have to pull her out of her comfort zone, inch by modest inch.

So she had to want it.

Want me .

And then, with our eyes locked once again, she very slowly parted her legs.

Oh, fuck yeah.

"What are you waiting for?" she murmured, lifting to her elbows and looking at me.

"You gonna watch me eat your pussy?"

"Absolutely."

My bride was full of surprises.

"You're going to come long and hard for me," I grunted, running my hands up her thighs. "And the louder, the better." I leaned forward, kissing her again before she could respond, rubbing my steely erection against her core. "Touch me," I whispered gruffly.

Her hands moved to my biceps.

Up to my shoulders.

Across my back.

And then she dug them into my hair, which was one of my favorite things. Other guys might say having long hair was a sign of rebellion and part of the outlaw persona. Fuck that shit. I'd kept it long because women fucking loved it. Well, some women. Demi certainly had, and no matter how many times Maria said it made me look like a heathen, I sensed she loved it too. And the way she was digging her fingernails into my scalp as I kissed her now drove the point home.

Without breaking apart, I slid my hand between her silky folds. She was wet for me, and I stroked a slow trail along her slit with my finger. I pressed the tip inside her, and her hips canted up, taking more. I'd waited so long for this, I waged an internal battle trying to find a balance between going slow enough to enjoy it and just diving in.

"You like that, darlin'?"

She pulled her plump lower lip through her teeth as she stared at me, but my gorgeous bride was no timid virgin. "More," was all she said.

My love.

My wife.

Right. There.

Legs open.

Pussy glistening.

Her gorgeous tits rising and falling with each breath.

"Oh fuck, that's beautiful." I dropped to my haunches and nuzzled her mound, pressing light kisses on the crease of her thigh, the soft skin alongside it, and her pubic bone. She was all woman, with a musky scent and a swath of black curls.

"Wider," I growled, tugging her to the edge of the bed.

Her legs moved another inch apart, and I dove in.

She was dripping with arousal, and the first lick was fucking heaven.

For her too, apparently, because the moan that left her was guttural.

"Adam! Fuck ."

I'd never heard her use that word before, and it turned me on. I chuckled against her quivering flesh and slid my tongue inside her, moving in and out with precision as she started to wiggle.

"Easy." I pressed a hand on her stomach, holding her down as I feasted on her sweet flesh.

"Sweet Jesus, yes." Control left her in what felt like a rush, because she melted against me, falling back against the mattress, apparently forgetting all about watching. She arched up to meet each thrust of my tongue, and when she started to shake, I backed off. I didn't want her to come yet.

I licked from top to bottom, back up again, and then circled her clit with the tip. Women were all different, and the only way to find out what she enjoyed was to give her options. So far, she'd liked my tongue inside her best. But I hadn't sucked on her clit yet either. That was next.

She tasted so fucking sweet, like all my favorite desserts rolled into one, her arousal practically spilling out of her, right into my mouth. I didn't know what to do first, so I licked, kissed, sucked, and nibbled until she was practically wailing, fingers digging into the sheets, hips rising to meet my movements.

"So fuckin' good, baby." I dipped two fingers inside her, and her hips shot straight up off the bed.

"Adam!"

"Shhh." I grabbed her thighs and dropped them over my shoulders, opening her even wider.

She might not want to admit it, but my gut told me this woman was ready for more than she'd ever gotten before.

And I was here for it.

With her clit between my lips and two fingers in her vagina, I used my thumb to move toward her ass. She barely noticed because she was riding my face like a fucking rodeo queen, moaning and whimpering and making the best noises ever. She was so close to getting off, and I curved my fingers up, seeking out the spongey spot most women loved.

Sure enough, she squealed. "Yes. There! Right?—"

I slid an inch of my thumb into her ass as I bit down on her clit and pressed her G-spot.

Her orgasm was a veritable tsunami of pleasure. Her screams filed the room, she had a death grip on my head with her thighs, and there were no words for the liquid that gushed out of her.

She was a fucking squirter and probably didn't even know what that was.

I was going to teach her all about that and a lot more.