FLYING | Sequel of FALLEN (NaNoWriMo 2022 WINNER)

53.

"Good morning, husband." I chant against his lips as my hand sneaks under the sheets to caress his morning glory. His eyes jerk open, a moan already leaving his lips. It makes me smirks. "Oh, I think somebody won't last long this morning."

"You already have plans for me, it seems." He smiles, waking up slowly as the light already shines brightly in the room.

"It depends, if three more strokes will finish you or you think you can pound into me like you did last night?"

"I think I'll be good."

"If you are anything like last night, you'll be great."

"Insatiable."

"I'm just amazed your balls can still provide after all the milking we've done yesterday."

"Well someone's in great spirits."

"We just got married. How else would I react?"

"I don't know..."

"Exactly. Now wake up, your mother will be ready to meet with us in half an hour."

"What?"

"I texted her while you were sleeping. We are going to take her out for lunch and then we'll decide how to spend our last day in New York before heading back home."

"You really think of everything." He teases, a soft sleepy smirk on his lips.

"She spent the entire evening alone. I wouldn't want her to feel left out."

"I think we can talk about something else than her if you still want me hard."

"Let me put my arse on display so you get a little more thrilled about the idea." I smirk widely and roll on my tummy, kneeling on the bed to showcase my desires.

The sheet falls from my skin, exposing myself entirely to him. His mouth falls open. His gaze follows the curves of my body until it reaches the end. He lunges swiftly and bites my bottom cheek. He straightens as he crawls the space left until he's behind me. He spanks my bum loudly. It surprises me. I only wince when he strikes exactly the same spot. He runs two fingers down my slit and moans.

"You're so fucking wet." I turn my head to look at him, half pressed to the mattress. He puts those two fingers in his mouth, and grabs a firm hold of himself.

He teases his tip, but rams every thick inch into me. I scream out in response. I'm so tightly clenched around him, my entire body moves up and down with every thrust. His grip on my hip is strong. He digs his fingers deeply into the fat of my love handles. I ravish to the sound of his pelvis against my arse, it resonates through the room. It echoes the moans I can't keep to myself. My body becomes sweaty and the heat emanating from us rises. He lifts my arse a little bit and shivers run through my body. He keeps hitting the same sweet spot and I desperately don't want him to move.

"Right there, Mace. Yes!" I cry out, as my high builds quickly.

He understands perfectly what it means. The pace quickens and each thrust gets deliciously deeper. At this point, I can't keep my pleasure to myself and cry out each time we collide. And when my voice gets an octave higher than it already was, he unleashes everything he has. He huffs and growls loudly, holding himself from coming until I do.

The sound of his desperation tastes as wonderful as the cock stretching me wide. I hold my breath and let the climax explode inside of me. My vision suddenly blurs, and dizziness takes over me. My entire body convulses with quaking spasms. Spasms that clench my walls repeatedly around an ejaculating Marcel. I let him pulsate deep inside of me, and I revel in the moment. I wish we could stay carnally joined like this longer, but he slides out and collapses on the bed next to me. I feel his semen make their way out and follow the way down my thigh.