Yours? (MxM)

Chapter Twenty-Six: History Lesson

Camden

Ya'll might not like this chapter... you've been warned.

I glanced around my house, trying to draw any memories from my core.

"Its gorgeous," I breathed. "Where are we?"

He grinned, his teeth shining like suns. "Pella, Greece. My hometown. Lovely, isn't it?"

I hummed in response, burrowing myself in his arms. "So beautiful!" I whispered against his chest. His arms tightened around me.

There was truly nothing like it. Being cuddled in your lover's arms, in your bed, watching as flowers swayed gently in the wind.

But, something felt off.

I opened my mouth to say so, but I stopped. Why am I questioning my husband? Its probably just butterflies.

I smiled, and placed my head under his chin.

"How did I land such a gorgeous man?" I asked, pawing at his chest. He grinned down at me.

"You met me in my bar. Originally, it was a one night stand, but it evolved into hooking up, and then we started dating. We married two years ago."

I hummed, taking whiffs of his cologne.

"You smell nice," I commented, making him laugh. "Why, thank you, dear. You smell quite, decadent yourself."

His tone was husky, and our eyes met. I bit my lip as my body turned warm with desire. Our noses were now touching, our mouths, separated by a mere hairs width.

I grabbed him by the back of his hair, and our lips crashed together.

I moaned into the kiss, and he crushed me to him, shaking his tongue into my mouth. He slowly fell onto the bed, keeping my body beneath him.

My nails gently scratched his back, as he pressed a knee between my own, to separate my legs.

He removed his lips from mine, gyrating his crotch against my own.

"Are we doing this?"

I smirked, grinding back into him.

"You bet your sexy ass we are!"

He growled playfully, tearing off his jacket.

I ran my hands over my body, before teasingly rolling my shirt up to my nipples, and pulling it off completely.

He lowered himself back onto me, grabbing at my hips. "Beautiful, " he purred. "Simply gorgeous!"

His lips latched onto my right nipple, making me gasp and arch.

His hand went to the left one, rolling and pinching it.

My arms wrapped around his neck, my nails twirling the hair at the nape of his neck.

I gasped when he suddenly bit down on it, lapping up whatever blood came out.

Is it weird to think that was sexy as hell?
Nah, I don't think so!

I stared at his now blood stained lip, my eyes half-lidded. I Ieaned up, and swiped the blood from his lip.

He seemed astonished by this act.

"That was fucking sexy!" He praised me, before undoing my belt buckle. He grabbed me through my boxers, making me gasp and moan. His thumb pressed on the slit, as the rest of his fingers pumped me up and down, all while grinding his hips against my butt.

I moaned and writhed, grasping onto his big, burly shoulders.

I kicked off my pants and boxers, laid out bare for him to live on.

And boy, did he!

He didn't finish pumping me to completion, rather, he snuck his other hand to my entrance, and circled my ring with his finger.

I spread my legs a little more.

His fingers, slowly make there way in, causing a delicate burn. I couldn't wait for the next part.

I was crying for his dick by the time he had two fingers in, which he happily obliged, whipping out the weeping rod, and slowly pushing it inside my body.

He went slow, painfully slow. I grabbed his cheeks and told him I like it rough, and he better give that to me. The smirked at me again, doin what he was told.

We spent a good half hour like this, and once we had both finished, we cuddled on our bed together, covered in each other's fluids and sweat.

What a great way to spend a day. I thought, watching as the sun dissapeared behind the mountains.