The Hopeful Bride

Troy

He pulled her on top of him. Admiring her tits as she straddled him. Her tits were fucking fantastic. And when she moved up and down on his shaft, they bounced. Son of bitch. He brought his hands up to hold them while she rode him. It doesn't take her long to begin moaning with each stroke. Her pussy filling up deeper and deeper with his thickness. Stretching wide open for him.

Her eyes close and her falls back. And her tits are fucking glorious. Thoughts of shoving his cock between her tits almost makes him lose it.

She swivels her hips of him, good and steady, as her pussy starts pouring its release all over him, all over their thighs, getting their skin nice and slick with her juice.

They came together this time, their bodies crashing into orgasm.

"Why didn't we just do that first?" Gabriella murmured.

Troy let out an unexpected laugh, bringing a hand up over his face as he just couldn't help it. "Which part?" He finally managed.

"Sex." She said lifting up and letting herself fall onto the mattress beside him. "Sex should have been first."

Troy let out another laugh then reached for her hand. Bringing it up to his lips and placing a tender kiss on her knuckles.

"I'll make a note, for next time."

He felt her shift and snuggle into his side.

"So there's going to be a next time?" She asked quietly.

He let out a sigh, "You tell me, are you planning on hightailing it out of here in the morning?" He felt the disappointment settle inside him at the thought. Which felt weird. He barely knew her, barely even spent any time with her and he already knew he would be sad if she left.

"Do you think we can really make this work?" She said coming up to rest her head on his chest. "We're strangers. It's one thing for us to be husband and wife but business partners too?"

He was quiet for a moment. His hand coming to rest on her shoulder. "What scares you most? Talk to me."

At that she shifted, sitting up a little more. "The last thing I want to do is basically destroy everything your family has built. I'm an outsider and the success of this place running is important to a lot of people that work here."

"The moment you stepped off the plane you became one of us." Troy assured her. "No one here sees you as an outsider. You're family now."

Gabriella was quiet, he could see the uncertainty and disbelief on her face. "I'll admit this much, the part about living here does excite me a little bit. The idea of putting my degree to work. Having a job I'm fairly certain I'll be good at. I've just never run a hotel before."

"Yeah," Troy said reassuringly. "But most of everything is already squared away. You'll just have to check people in and make sure they have what they need."

"Right," Gabriella shrugged. "And I have zero idea about how to help them get what they need."

"Day one, I'll be right up front to help you." He said tenderly. "My first tour won't be for a bit. But honestly the best way to learn something is by throwing yourself in the deep end."

She huffed. "Says the person who knows how to swim."

Troy moved to sit up shifting so they were face to face on their side. "Listen, we may have our differences-but girl, I won't let you fucking drown."

She let out a sigh. "Everything's happening so fast." She said, "Yesterday I went to sleep with one suitcase packed by the door, no job, no boyfriend, no place to live and today I'm going to bed engaged, living in a beautiful resort and with a new career. Why on earth do you want to marry me? I'm practically a loser. Seriously, what's in it for you?"