What Happens In Vegas

Six

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Kinda a spoiler, but this chapter is just them having sex so if you don't want to read that then skip (this IS a mature story sooooo)

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8 HOURS EARLIER...
EVANGELINE

Somehow it didn't take very long to get back to the hotel room, but that was probably because Beckett and I were so close to consummating our marriage in the limo. In a flurry of tongues and touches, we made our way to the door of his room. My hands caressed up and down his back as he tried his best to slide the card into the slot. "Fuck, baby, I can't think when you're touching me like that," he breathed, finally unlocking the door, and picking me up to carry me over the threshold.

I chuckled and kissed his jaw, looking up at him. "I can stop."

He whipped me around and I wrapped my legs around his muscles torso. "You better not; you've been teasing me all night, and I can't wait any longer," he growled, quite literally ripping the back of my dress open to reveal my smooth skin. I gasped and clung onto him as his lips found my shoulder. My hands worked quickly to discard his suit jacket somewhere near the entrance. He carried me down a hall and kicked open the double doors of the honeymoon suite, his lips crawling up to my neck. My fingers threaded themselves through his thick hair as he sat himself down on the edge of the bed, me straddling him. His hands moved to bunch up my dress all the way up to my hips, my aching, wet core right over his trousers. His lips were now so close to my own, I just couldn't take it! Taking the leap, I smashed our lips together as I simultaneously grinded my hips into his. I set a steady pace and began to unbutton his shirt, our tongues fighting in passion, and our bodies begging for more of each other.

Beckett ripped the lacy sleeves right off, and ripped open the front to cup my full breasts in his hands, sighing. I yanked his shirt off of his shoulders and threw it to my left, now focusing on his belt buckle which was an easy discard. I unbutton his pants and slid down the zipper, pausing to run my hands up his delicious chest, and gripped onto his shoulders. I grinded harder against him and groaned at the friction I received. Beckett lifted me up up to slid his pants down, kicking them away from us. He pulled the front of my scrappy dress further down, and tore his mouth from mine only to latch his lips onto my pebbled bud. One of my hands gripped his shoulder while the other tugged at his hair. I was being overrun with pleasure. His hands snaked their way under my dress to the small pair of lacy panties I wore, ripping them in half and it thinking twice before easing one of his fingers into my aching core. I let out a small whimper and closed my eyes. Fuck, yes. He started out slow, pumping the first finger all the way before pulling it out and ramming a second on in. I gasped and gripped his hair tighter, going with the new tempo he established; he'd go up, I'd go down.

An utterly powerful sensation builds up in my gut, my muscles stiffening and my legs shaking. "That's it, Angel," he encouraged, kissing every inch of skin he could reach. It wasn't long enough until the brightest, holiest of sensations overtook my body, sending me into the clouds. When I opened my eyes, Beckett was hovering over me, chuckling. "You truly are amazing, Angel."

"What happened?"

"I believe you passed out from pleasure, my love," he smiled, giving me a chaste kiss to the lips. "And you're about to do it again." He unsheathed himself from his briefs and eased his way into my tight channel with a slight grunt. "Oh, fuck, Evangeline." My breathing once again became erratic as he started moving within me, one of his hands gripping the bed frame and the other caressing my skin. The air was filled with sounds of our passion as I felt the familiar tension within me.

"B-Beck!"

"I know, Angel, I'm there too. Just...a..little," he grunted and I felt him twitch inside of me before a warmth I had never know filled me, spurring my own release. Beckett collapsed softly on top of me, half his weight on the bed and the other half on me. "I knew making love with you would be incredible, I just knew it."

I giggled and played with the hairs on the edge of his clean cut hair. "I think I really like you, Beckett."

He leaned up on his elbow and pecked my lips. "I really like you too, Angel."

"You know, most people call me Eva."

"I am not most people, I'm your husband," he lifted my hand and kissed my ring, his eyes never leaving mine.

"That you are," I smiled and jumped on him, kissing him through the night, and making love all through the morning.