Chapter Twenty #2
She’s always been carefree and fun, but now?
She’s a little more adventurous, more confident.
A few weeks ago, we even had anal for the first time.
We’d been working up to it for a while, and guess what?
She fucking loved it. My bottom lip rolls between my teeth as I try, and fail, to suppress a grin while my dick hardens—because Jesus, look at her.
Thinking about the night we did anal only adds fuel to the fire.
She turns to me and freezes when she catches my grin. Her eyes trail down my body, stopping right at my cock, hard and straining against my swim shorts. A slow smile curls her lips as she reaches behind her neck, untying her bikini top.
The fabric slips loose, sliding down to reveal just enough of her perfect tits to drive me crazy. Her nipples peek out, tightening in the cool air. The strings around her back hold the rest in place.
Her eyes darken, and she cocks a brow. “Wanna fuck before we go?”
My eyes widen. What the shit?
I’ve literally never heard Alley say “fuck.” Not once. Hearing it roll off her tongue like that, aimed at me? Jesus Christ. I’m gone. It’s hot as hell.
I’m crossing the room before I can even think, practically slamming into her and backing her up against the wall. She laughs as we collide, but her laugh dies when my mouth crashes against hers, hungry and possessive—like I’ll die if I don’t taste her. Right. Now.
I kiss her desperately, like it’s the first time I’ve ever touched her—like she just offered me her V-card, and I need her more than air.
My hand grips her hip, the other sliding around her back, trailing over her smooth, warm skin.
I reach for the strings in the back, tugging until her top falls loose to the floor.
My mouth is on her immediately, replacing what I just stripped away.
I take a nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue, flicking, nipping, tasting her skin.
She gasps, arching into me, her hand drifting down, finding my cock, and rubbing over me through my shorts. Slow. Deliberate. She knows exactly how to work me.
“God, you get hard so fast for me,” she breathes, her voice sultry and low.
I grin against her skin, kissing my way up to her neck. “Who are you, and what have you done with my wife?” I murmur, chuckling softly.
“Mmm. That sweet girl you brought here? She’s gone. And this one wants you to fuck her.”
“Jesus, baby.” I mutter, dragging my lips along her jaw. “If you keep talking like that, I’m not gonna make it to the bed.”
My fingers tug at her bottoms, my eyes locked on the fabric as it slides down her thigh and pools at her feet.
I’ve seen her naked a thousand times, but fuck if this doesn’t feel new.
Her tanned skin contrasts with her smooth, pale pussy.
And she looks good. She worked her ass off before the wedding, counting macros, working out, and while she’s always been perfect to me, it’s done something for her.
She’s different. I can tell she feels sexy.
She’s bolder, confident—hell, even a little naughty.
And it’s making me lose my mind in the best way.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say, taking all of her in. My gaze shifts to the side, catching the large mirror in front of the chaise lounger close to the patio door.
Perfect.
“Come here.” I take her hands, pulling her toward the patio, positioning her in front of the mirror.
She tips her head back, laughing softly. “Jensen…”
I pull her against me, chest to her back, my hands sliding to her hips. “Look at yourself, baby.” I press a kiss to her jaw, trailing down her neck. “Look how beautiful you are. I’m the luckiest man alive.”
She relaxes into me as my hands come up to cup her tits, thumbs circling her nipples, my gaze locked on her reflection, watching every damn second.
“Touch yourself for me,” I murmur, voice low against her ear. “I wanna see you.”
She grins, a flicker of hesitation before her hand slowly slides down her stomach. She pauses just above, glancing at me in the mirror.
I cover her hand with mine, guiding it lower until her fingers brush her clit.
Her breath catches, eyes fluttering shut, and I lean in. “Keep your eyes on the mirror.” I kiss her shoulder, one hand still teasing her breast.
“Yeah, that’s it,” I whisper, watching her work herself, her cheeks flushed, lips parted. “God, look at you. Look how fucking sexy you are.”
Our eyes lock in the mirror, heat building between us.
“You see what you do to me?” I whisper, grinding my cock against her ass so she feels me, hard and desperate for her. She moans softly, rubbing herself harder.
I slide my hand down between her thighs, brushing my fingers over hers. “So wet already,” I murmur. “Ready for me, huh?”
She lets out a breathy laugh, nodding, “Yes.”
I take over, circling her clit in slow, purposeful strokes. “Keep watching,” I whisper, my mouth at her ear. “Watch me touch you.”
Her head drops back against me, body arching into my hand as I work her faster. I watch her in the mirror—brows pinched, mouth parted, completely lost in what I’m doing to her.
“Jensen,” she breathes. “I don’t think I can—”
I grin against her neck, lips brushing her skin. “Yeah, you can,” I murmur. “You’re gonna come just like this. Standing here. Watching me love you.”
Her breathing grows shallow, and her body tenses. She’s right there on the edge. I pull back, removing my hand.
Her head snaps up. “What are you doing? I was so close.” The frustration in her voice makes me smirk.
“Bend over, baby. Hands on the chair,” I shove my swimsuit down.
She hesitates, but turns and does what I say, glancing back at me over her shoulder.
“God, look at you.” I drag the tip of my cock up her slick pussy. “So fucking ready for me.”
She lets out a soft whimper, pushing her ass back against me, silently begging for it.
”You want it?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I want you to fuck me.” Her gaze locks on mine in the mirror, her voice breathless and desperate. “Please.”
Holy shit. That. The eye contact. The begging. The please. Sweet Jesus, it’s a fantasy I’ve had for as long as I can remember. I’m so turned on. My cock aches, and I swear to God, I’m already seeing stars.
Sliding my hands down her back, I grip her hips and guide myself in—slow at first, short, shallow thrusts, working into longer, deeper strokes.
With every snap of her hips, her tits bounce, and between the way she feels wrapped tight around me and everything I’m watching in the mirror, my head spins. She feels so damn good.
I thrust harder, faster, her ass slapping against me, our bodies moving together. My breath turns sharp and shallow, and I’m already teetering on the edge.
Jesus. Are my eyes closed? What the fuck am I doing?
I force them open, needing to see her because I know I won’t last much longer. She catches my eye in the mirror, flashing a wicked grin, then suddenly shifts her hips forward, pulling away from me. Before I can react, she spins around, dropping onto the chaise and tugging me down on top of her.
Okaaaay. Not mad about being handled a little. I love seeing this side of her. But damn. I was so close.
Her legs wrap around me, guiding my cock to her entrance, and I sink into her, groaning as I savor every inch. Her fingers slide into my hair, pulling me close until we’re sharing breath. Then she grabs my jaw, making me look at her, eyes locked.
“I want to look at you when you fuck me.”
I let out a shaky breath. “Fuck, baby.” My forehead drops to hers. “I love you so much.”
I capture her lips, pouring everything I feel into the kiss. I’m torn between making slow, sweet love to her and fucking her so hard she forgets her own name.
I start slow, touching her like she might break. “Jesus… You feel too good. Every time. So fucking good.”
Then she surprises me. She bucks her hips, taking me deeper. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she meets every thrust in the most desperate, demanding way. I groan against her mouth, giving her more, matching her intensity. Fuck-her-hard it is!
“You want it like this, baby?” I rasp, pulling back just enough to see her face.
She nods, gasping, her eyes wild.
That’s all I need.
I drive into her, hard and deep, our bodies colliding in perfect cadence.
Her legs tighten around me, locking me in. That’s my cue. She’s close. I keep my pace steady, pushing her to the edge until I feel her pulse around me, her moans spilling into the air.
The pressure builds, hot and blinding, until I explode, emptying into her with one final thrust, my body tensing as I do. Her hands grip my biceps, holding on as I let out a low groan.
As we both come down, I press my forehead to hers, still inside her, our chests rising and falling in sync. Her arms are wrapped tight around my neck, and I swear, I could stay like this all day.
She giggles softly, brushing her nose against mine. “So… you still wanna go to the pool?”
I chuckle, pressing a kiss to her lips. Slow. Soft. Lingering. “Pool can wait. You? You can’t.”
She hums against my mouth, fingers toying with the hair at the nape of my neck. “I love being married to you.”
A grin tugs at my lips “Yeah?” I murmur, kissing her again, fiercer this time—like this one kiss can somehow mirror everything I’m feeling right now. “Me too, baby. Me too.”
I shift, rolling us to the side and pulling her close as we both catch our breath. I don’t know if my cup’s ever been so full. I can’t stop grinning.
Well, shit. If this is what marriage looks like, if this is us…
I’ll take forever.