by Allie Ritch
“So beautiful.” Not for the first time, he breathed the words like a prayer. “All mine.”
He rubbed slowly, suggestively, over her bare stomach, which caused her breath to shimmer out of her. Then he palmed her hips like he did before entering a woman and massaged gently. “Have we had enough fun by the pool?”
She sighed. “Oh, yes. We really should go back to our room now.”
That’s exactly what he’d hoped she’d say. Taking her hand, he pulled her from her seat and set his hand to her lower back to lead her away. The fact that she grabbed her robe but didn’t put it on only added to his excitement. Although he could hardly walk, he let his erection point the way as he escorted her inside.
Just before he opened the door, Quinn turned back and gave the gawking businessmen a jaunty salute. One of the fellows looked like he was drooling, and now they were the ones writhing with jealousy.
By the time they reached the elevator, he was kissing her. By the time they reached their floor, he was pawing her. And by the time they tumbled into their suite, he couldn’t wait any longer.
Using more force than he meant to, Quinn shoved Xindra over the side table and yanked her swimsuit to her ankles before she could do more than whimper. Dropping his own suit with a wet plop, he lined himself up behind her. He jacked into her and pushed her top up to grab her breasts simultaneously.
She yelped in pleasure. “Oh, gods, Quinn. I’ve never done it this way before.”
He felt that confession all the way down to his balls. “You’ve never been taken from behind?”
She shook her head. “With the way I’m formed inside, it can be too uncomfortable for the males.” Her knuckles turned white where she gripped the edge of the table.
He was ready to explode. The idea that he was the first to take her this way was titillating enough, but he was also grappling with what she’d just told him. He could feel it. Her sheath, already so deliciously alien to him, so unbearably tight, gripped him differently from this angle. Rather than suffering discomfort, though, he discovered a new level of pleasure like this. The way her protrusions poked and encircled him deep, deep inside made it feel like she had a lasso around the head of his penis. She was strangling his seed out of him without ever making a move. The utter torture was rapture in itself.
“All those men were looking at you, but you don’t belong to them, do you?” A surge of possessiveness drove him as he drew back his hips.
“No,” she gasped, clearly knowing what he wanted. “Only you. I belong with you.”
“I can take you like this. Do you want me to?”
“Yes!”
He grasped her hips tightly, ready to plunge but desperate to draw it out. “You’re so lusty, so sexual. Do you need to be serviced?”
“Yes, please!” She was shaking now.
“Say it.”
“Please, Quinn,” she begged obediently. “I need to be serviced. I need you to take me.”
His thigh muscles braced in readiness. “I am your husband, and I’ll work you as long and hard as it takes to satisfy you. You’ll never need another man.”
For punctuation, he skewered her with every ounce of strength he had. Mewling, she tried to arch in resistance, but he knew he wasn’t hurting her. He spared her no quarter. Without mercy, he began to thrust so that he slapped wetly against her backside with every in-stroke.
“Quinn!” She cried helplessly, sounding fearful. “You’re hitting…ahhhh…you’re hitting something new.”
He didn’t let up in the least. “Does it feel good?”
Her muscle tension and the way her pussy was soaking him already answered that question, but he wanted to hear it from her lips. He also wanted to force her to talk through the mindless pleasure.
“I can’t stand it!” she said, still holding tight to the table.
Despite its sturdy construction, the side table was starting to rock more and more freely on its legs. So was Quinn.
“You will stand it,” he said, feeling more dominant and aggressive than he ever had in his life. “You’ll take what I’m giving you, and you’ll scream so everyone in this hotel knows how hard I’m pounding you. Now feel it!”
Everything before now seemed like a warm-up as he let loose on her. He stabbed her so hard and fast his thrusts became a blur of pure animal humping. The wetness between them blended with the slippery slide of perspiration and the fragrant lotion he’d so enjoyed spreading on her. He couldn’t even play with her nipples anymore. He was just holding on to her breasts for dear life.
Her scream of completion seemed to shatter something inside his testicles. Then he was arched and holding deep inside her as he jerked and ground. She milked him so hard it hurt, continuing to scream as she sucked every spurt he had to give her. It was so good he went blind.
When the table legs gave out, Quinn’s own shaky pegs followed, but he didn’t even feel it when he hit the floor with her on top of him. He was just sorry that it jolted him out of the hot haven of her body.
“You’ve ruined me,” she said, sobbing in bliss.
“Good.” Because she’d ruined him for any other woman.
Chapter Three
An Incredible Workout
Several days later, Xindra gasped for air as her tireless husband rolled off her again. Her entire body continued to tingle, and her pulse hadn’t stopped hammering yet. Just the thought of Quinn’s thick shaft and the tickle of his springy pubic hair had her rocking with aftershocks. If it was possible, she was even more in love with him now than when she’d taken her vows.
“We’re supposed to check out in half an hour,” he said after a few minutes.
Ah, yes. Their honeymoon trip was technically at an end, and this was their last tumble before traveling home. They’d only managed to make it out of this room long enough to take a few pictures together at a couple of the main attractions. Their own attraction kept leading them back here. Now that they were heading home, she wondered how it would all fall into place—work and chores and meals and all the other mundane things they’d escaped for a while. This whole trip had been like a dream, but reality was starting to creep back in.
“It will all work out.” Quinn turned on his side so he could stroke her hair.
Warmth curled inside her and made her smile. “How did you know what I was thinking?”
He shrugged. “I’ve thought about it too. I figured maybe cold feet would finally set in, but I’m okay. It doesn’t matter where we are, as long as we’re together. You and I aren’t going back to our old lives. We’re starting a new one, remember? We’re returning to our brand-new home, where I can start making love to you on every available surface.”
“Shameless. I’m scandalized.” She paused a moment before letting her anticipation show. “Every surface, huh?”
He laughed and rolled her into his arms for a kiss. That got her blood boiling again, but she broke away before they could miss their checkout. Popping into the shower, Xindra quickly cleaned up and got dressed while he followed suit. Although she was decent by the time they walked down to the main desk, she knew she still looked like a woman well used. Her lips felt swollen from Quinn’s kisses, and she had hickeys all over her neck, not to mention more interesting places. Lucky her, she’d just gone and married the best lover she’d ever had.
“Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Phlyx-Nigel,” the hotel lady told them. “I hope you enjoyed your stay.”
“Immensely.” Xindra exchanged a woman-to-woman smile that had the other female grinning and blushing as well.
With everything settled, they headed to the nearest transport to begin their homeward trip. Quinn managed to snag them a couple of window seats on the hover tram so they could snuggle. She couldn’t seem to keep her hands and lips off him, although she was aware they were inspiring titters from a group of teenagers a few rows away.
On purpose, she waited until they were about fifteen minutes from their doorstep before leaning close to whisper in Quinn’s e
ar. “So what surface do you want to try first?”
His eyes flashed with feral hunger, and the arm he held her with flexed. “So many to choose from.”
“The bed is traditional.”
“We’ll never make it that far.”
“The bedroom floor then?”
He shook his head, but his gaze never left hers. “First, I’m going to rip your clothes off and take you against the door.” He slid one hand slowly down the outside of her arm. “Then I’m going to drape you over our new couch and stroke in and out of you until you’re mindless with need.” Running his palm up to the side of her neck, he pressed so close that his lips fluttered against hers with every syllable. “Finally, just when you think I can’t possibly take you any more deeply, I’ll lower you to the floor and pummel you to within an inch of your life. You’ll be screaming for mercy, letting all our neighbors know we’re home.”
Her breath left her on a sigh, and she felt like she was sitting in a warm puddle. She liked the sound of all this, but two could play at this game.
“I have a counter offer. You can take me against the door, but I picked out the couch. I’ll drape you over it, lick every inch of your body, and then ride you until you can’t see straight. We’ll wrestle on the floor, sweaty bodies sliding together, until one of us winds up on top. Either way, I’ll do you until you bellow so loudly the neighbors think I’m killing you.”
His eyes weren’t just ravenous now. They turned savage. She teased him with only the barest peck on his lips before settling back in her seat as if she wasn’t about to die from arousal. Even the subtle vibration of the tram was sending ripples through her channel into her womb. It was all she could do not to squirm.
By the time they arrived at their doorstep an eternity later, Xindra was wound so tightly she felt crazed. Quinn’s hands shook so hard it took three tries for him to shove the keycard in the door. When he finally got it unlocked, they practically flung their luggage through the opening. Then he dragged her inside and kicked the door closed behind her. The sound of tearing clothes was accompanied by animalistic growling.
Xindra moaned in relief when he pressed her against the hard plane of the door, but he dropped down before she could hook her leg over his hip. Instead of spearing her like she expected, he dove between her legs and laved her like a starving man. She didn’t even last three strokes before she came with a startled yelp.
He didn’t stop. “You taste so good.”
He murmured praise between her legs, and then his mouth was occupied again. Hoisting first one leg and then the other onto his shoulders, he left her open and vulnerable, dependant on him for both her balance and her pleasure. Fortunately, she trusted him completely, and he didn’t disappoint her on either front.
Clamping his head between her hands, Xindra pushed him more firmly against her sex and ground her hips. Her mews sounded like no noise she’d ever made before, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was the need overwhelming her.
“More.” Xindra demanded it, or maybe she was begging.
Obliging her, Quinn sucked hard, and she shattered again. She jerked so hard her shoulder blades and arms gave a firm knock-knock against the inside of the door.
“Coming,” Quinn joked.
Slipping out from under one leg and then the other, he slowly lowered her to her feet. He pressed his body tightly against her to keep her from crumpling. His chest hair caressed her skin as he slid up her body, and his erection stroked the inside of her leg all the way from her knee to the junction above. Just when he would have aimed for her core, she gave him a hard shove.
“I said I want more,” she told him.
He let her push him until the backs of his thighs hit the arm of the sofa. With one firm shove, she sent him flopping over it. He’d always been flexible, so she pinned his legs with her own, leaving his pelvis atop the arm while the rest of his torso arched down into the soft cushions. Reaching over, she stuffed one of the throw pillows under his lower back to make him more comfortable. At this angle, he couldn’t get enough leverage to thrust, which was exactly how she wanted him.
She scratched her nails up and down the twitching muscles of his thighs. “Take it like a man.”
Not giving him any more warning than he’d given her, she swooped down to envelop his cock in her mouth. His long, low groan made her clench inside, and she had to raise her gaze to see his reaction.
Realizing he couldn’t move, he stared at her wide-eyed. “Ah, gods, Xindra.”
She fluttered her tongue, and he sobbed something else unintelligible. Using every bit of skill she had, she put him through his paces. She brought it on, backed off before he reached the edge, and then started the process all over again. His face turned red and sweaty until pretty soon he was grunting uncontrollably and shaking his head from side to side. Although she had no problem finishing him like this, she knew that’s not what he really wanted. Before he could lose it, she let his cock pop free from her lips and backed up.
The moment the cool air hit him, he narrowed his eyes and leapt up to grab her. She released a startled squeak when he tumbled her to the floor, but then she was on her back and being stretched by his massive erection as he delved inside her. He paused only for a brief second when he reached the vaginal projection that seemed to give him so much pleasure. Then he was thrusting.
“More,” he grunted between strokes.
He covered her lower belly with one hand and pressed down to increase the pressure of his shaft against the front of her sheath. Could he feel himself sliding in and out of her beneath his palm?
“This is my home. I belong between your legs, wife. You’ll always welcome me home, won’t you? You’ll always open this door.”
“Yes, yes!” She was already chasing a ferocious orgasm. Almost there.
He froze mid-stroke and yanked himself out of her. Feeling bereft and cheated, she wailed in protest and fought him as he wrestled her onto her hands and knees. He silenced her with a harsh thrust back inside from behind.
Quinn threw her own words back at her. “I said I want more.”
Kneeling between her spread legs, he began to bombard her with increasingly powerful thrusts. Her whole body flashed with solar heat. She liked that he’d muscled her into place and was using mental games on her. This was a side of their dynamics they were only just starting to explore.
Xindra’s arousal ratcheted up to an inhuman degree when Quinn shifted again. He brought one leg up so that he was balanced on one knee like he was proposing all over again. This shuttled him in more deeply than he’d ever gone before. Every in-stroke punched something in the most hidden sanctuary of her body, causing pleasure to resonate outward like the discharge of a pulse gun. The friction of his relentless, pounding rhythm amplified the sensation until she thought she’d die from it.
“Quinn!” She screeched his name, and then she was screaming continuously.
Her only solace was that he was yelling just as loudly behind her, making the two of them sound like something out of a VR porn vid. The orgasm poised to barrel through her was so intense it terrified her. She writhed and squirmed, trying to distance herself, but her husband wouldn’t allow it. With one hand on her shoulder and one digging into her hip, he yanked her back every time he lunged forward, causing her breasts to jiggle and her hair to bounce and swing on either side of her face.
Just when she couldn’t stand another moment, Quinn bore down and howled. Her own caterwauling fell instantly mute as she lost even the breath to scream. She was sucked into a vortex of pleasure between her legs, swallowed whole by bliss without end. When he bucked sharply again, she rode another wave. She could feel the clamping of her inner muscles along his length, accented by the thumping of his emptying penis.
“Oh, baby.” He gave a final spurt inside her.
They collapsed in a boneless heap. Chuffing like she’d run a full-gravity marathon, Xindra had to struggle for several minutes before she could speak. It didn’t help
that he was still buried in her vagina and crushing her beneath his significant weight.
“You were right,” she finally managed to wheeze.
“Huh?”
Her smile was extremely satisfied. “We never would have made it to the bedroom.”
Quinn just groaned and flopped onto his back.
* * * *
The next day, after an energizing shower with his wife and a quick breakfast, Quinn had to face a return to work. He had a few of his regulars to train in isometrics and weightlifting, and then there were always a slew of short-term visitors who needed help regaining their strength after lengthy space flights. His vacation was indeed over, but if this morning’s water activities were anything to judge by, the honeymoon was still going strong.
When his last appointment came in late that afternoon, he finished the guy up on one of the treadmills near the far end of the room. From there, Quinn could catch glimpses of Xindra teaching her martial arts class. She was in a glass-front room a few doors down, and gods was she beautiful. He watched her demonstrate a sweeping kick that made her look like she was dancing through water. Then she smiled and applauded her student when the girl used the move to down her opponent. Knowing he was just another love-stricken sucker, he sighed in appreciation.
Quinn reluctantly returned his attention to his trainee. “Three more seconds. That’s it. Three, two, one. Good. Now hit the showers and make sure you hydrate.”
His client, who’d only recently lost the cadaverous look he’d originally arrived with, managed a weak nod before he chugged his way back to the locker room.
“He didn’t throw up on you this time,” a female voice said. “Must be newlywed luck.”
Quinn turned to see Mera, who taught a combination aerobics and gymnastics course here at the gym. The Oquaran female was a stunning woman with a lithe swimmer’s build and glittering silver hair, but she was one of the few females he’d never put a move on, even before he’d hooked up with Xindra. Although she definitely seemed attracted to men, she also came across as a bit wary of them. He wondered if she’d been hurt by someone. Xindra, who was firm friends with the other woman, had mentioned some bad experiences.
