Chapter 22
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
AKIRA
Iarched my back, naked, pressed against our bedroom wall, G’s dick inside me.
What a way to spend a wedding night.
He sucked on my neck, tweaking my nipples with every thrust. Nipple play got me hot and dripping; it was one of my favorite things to do in bed.
As he hit my sweet spot, making me sweat and pant and moan his name, I touched myself, gently stroking my aching hardness, never wanting this pleasure to end.
“Fuck me, G,” I purred. “Fuck me forever.”
Man, I was dramatic everywhere.
He lapped at my skin, his luscious, deep moan vibrating against my veins.
The guests had left at one a.m. We got naked at half past, fucking in the living room, the shower, and now here in the bedroom for a slice of vertical fun.
I reached behind him, grabbing the back of his head. “You feel so good.”
He upped his rhythm. My hand slid off my dick, joining the other against the wall. I arched more for him, pressing my weight back into him.
He growled with sexy intent, picking me up to transfer me to the bed.
Damn. He wasn’t in me anymore.
“Spread for me,” he commanded.
I got on all fours, breathless, aching for him to bury that yummy shaft back into my hungry hole.
Oh, he did. Hard. Grabbed me by the hips and pounded me to nirvana, shooting a huge load into me.
I unleashed mine on the sheets.
And I want more…
Okay, enough bottoming.
While he rested on his back, his magnificent dark-brown skin glistening with sweat, I got to work. I started with his lips, kissing my way down his muscular planes, lapping up beads of sweat from the ridges of his abs, reveling in his excited panting as I went on my G journey.
“Aki…”
I popped the top of the lube bottle, handily close by on the bed. Slicked myself up, watching him watch me as I stroked.
“Ready, honey bunny?”
“Always.”
I inserted a lube-slick finger into his peach—the peachiest peach that ever did, erm, peach. Added another, giving him a preview of the shagging to come.
He bit his lip, head sinking into the pillow. He grabbed handfuls of the sheets, squirming, whispering my name.
“Aki’s gonna give it to ya.”
More than ready to be in that silk vice, I threw his legs over my shoulders, pressing my dick to the entrance.
“Fuck me, Aki.”
“Consider this round one.”
I entered him, spreading over him to connect my lips to his. He moaned into me as I began to thrust, his tongue finding mine.
He was so warm, so incredible, the perfect fit. I kept my rhythm slow at first, taking my time to start the fire.
His hands slid down to my arse, resting on my cheeks.
We didn’t stop kissing, flesh writhing, loving being so joined, so unified.
I thrust harder, deeper. He loved me to drill deep, and I was always happy to oblige.
“Aki…” he whispered around the kiss.
I wanted to hear him roar that name.
My slow moves became feral. Keeping my lips on his, I worked up more of a sweat, fucking him to frantic cries of my name, turning up the volume.
He dug his fingernails into my cheeks. “Fuck. Aki…fuck.”
Harder, faster, no going back. I drilled him with abandon, feeling his toes curl against my back. I took him to the rim of pleasure and shoved him into the mouthwatering abyss.
“Aki!” he roared, lips leaving mine, his head thrown back.
He unloaded, spraying me and himself. The man was a fountain of cum every time. No one delivered a cum shot like my husband.
I followed, filling him up this time.
“Fucking hell…” I collapsed onto him.
He wrapped his arms around me, crushing me close. We stayed like that for a while, a happy bundle of sweaty, sticky joy.
“That was amazing,” he said.
“Glad you like it, stud.”
“Stud?”
I lifted my head, my chin resting on his chest. “Yeah. I need to catch up to the stud. Even the score.”
He cocked a curious brow. “Meaning?”
“You know, even out the top to bottom ratio. Just for a balanced wedding night.”
Oof, his deep chuckle almost made me jizz again.
“Is that what you want, Aki?”
“As long as your hole can take it.”
He booped me on the nose. “As long as your hips are up for it.”
I fucked him twice more on the bed, then he did me in the shower again. After that, we fell asleep. Bollocks to the ratio, we weren’t robo-rabbits. We needed to recharge and get in plenty of snuggles.
Man, there was nothing like snuggles with G.