My husband

HONEYMOONS ARE FOR HUNNIES

     Nicholas pulled off his shirt hastily unable to take his eyes off her, he yanked the shirt tail out of his trousers and went to work on his belt, pulling it out of the loops and dropping it to the floor. Racheal sat up to pull off her dress and he knew that it'll be too much, her skin rubbing against his?, it'll be too much for him to handle, they weren't even fucking and his stupid brain was imagining some connection between them.

       This was what it was, lust and nothing else and he was bent on reestablishing that to himself

     "Leave it on" he said shortly

       "I want..." confused Racheal continued tugging the arms of the gown down her hands

       "You never listen...." Nicholas scowled, toeing off his shoes, he climbed on the bed, trousers still on

        "Move" he ordered pointing that she move further up the bed with his chin, a small thrill worked it's way up his spine as she scrambled to do what he asked even with the defiance in her eyes

        He climbed after her, crowding into her, he couldn't get enough of that flush, he faintly remembered wondering at some point how far her blush went, he sure had his answer now he thought, moving closer to run his tongue over her fevered neck

       "Nicholas" she moaned reaching for him, her palms touched his sides and a shiver rocked him, his hips involuntarily shot forward to grind into her thigh, bunching her gown with one hand to her side, he hooked his finger into the wet crotch of her thong and eased it to a side.

        His brain momentarily stalled, his tongue darted out to wet his suddenly dry lips, he'd fucked his fair share of women but he could not remember a time he'd seen a prettier pussy, she was pink and swollen and he could see her juices coating her lips, he could just imagine how wet she'd be when he fucked her, unconsciously he leaned closer and inhaled. Fuck, she smelled good too. He wanted to lick her, the overwhelming urge to bury his face between her legs and just eat her out had him grinding his teeth. Too intimate he thought, pulling back, he looked up to find her watching him, her breathe coming in pants, he could read it clearly in her eyes, she wanted him to eat her out as much as he wanted to do it

       But he didn't

     He rested his weight on his knees instead and unbuttoned his trousers, he pulled down the zip, his eyes not leaving hers once, he reached into his underwear and pulled his cock out, Racheal licked her lips and he felt a vein in his cock leap, a vivid image of her on her knees and his cock down her throat with her brown eyes staring up at him much like they were now popped into his mind, at that exact moment he knew, that'll he'd never allow her lips around his cock, he would very much end on his knees

        The fact that his body, mind and brain had a different idea about what this was about irritated Nicholas, what was more infuriating however was the way she was looking at him like she expected him to profess undying love at any moment?, stilling, he told himself that by the time he was done with her, he'd have very well fucked the notion out of her and gotten his brain on the same page with him

     "On your knees Racheal" he commanded palming his cock

      "Nicholas lets j..."

       "Get on all fours damn it"

      Her eyes sharpened and it almost looked like she was going to argue but she turned and knelt

Nicholas flipped her gown that had gone back to covering her ass up to pull around her waist and pulled her panties down

"Stay just like that Racheal" he mumbled, her ass was in air,shoulders pressed into a pillow, her hands fisted the pillow, face turned to a side