My husband

HONEYMOONS ARE FOR HUNNIES 2

     Nicholas pulled out gingerly, marveling at how sensitive his skin felt, tremors from the most intense orgasm he ever had still rocked him as he sat back on his heel, his eyes feasted on Racheals' dripping, swollen, pink pussy

    He did that to her he thought, made her lose control as she had, who'd have thought she was one to cum on command?, her body had practically yielded to him, he didn't peg her as a submissive considering how sassy she was

     He pulled himself to stand by the bed as she began to turn around, he turned his back to her and walked to the bathroom to discard the condom, he felt her eyes on him all the way, agitating him

    Once behind the bathrooms' closed doors he dumped the condom and splashed water on his face, he had been more that a little rough with her, and she'd loved it, unbidden, an image of him spanking Vivian came to his mind, he had always wondered how she'd handle his demanding sexual nature meek as she was, turned out she wasn't that meek after all, angrily, Nicholas shoved the thought aside and splashed more water on his face, locking eyes with his reflection in the mirror. He could still smell Racheal on his skin, could still smell her arousal and worst of all, the sounds she'd made while he pounded into her kept ringing in his ears and if thinking about Vivian had made him angry, the fact that he had lost control and had sex with Racheal made him furious. He refused to admit to himself that he'd not lost control just because he'd seen her with the stupid manager but also more accurately the driving need to make her his, to taste her, to know how she felt.

      Looking at himself in the mirror, his skin was flushed and he knew it had more to do with the afterglow of a satisfied man than with him being angry, fuck!, he wanted to go back into the room and see if she would squeeze his cock any harder when he made her cum on it again

    Growling, Nicholas turned on the shower and left it on quite hot and stepped into it, he was going to scrub her off his body and off his mind even if he had to peel through skin to do it

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     Racheal found that she couldn't coordinate her limbs to follow the signals her brain sent to them, she wanted to get up and take a shower but her body felt like it was floating, coupled with the zinging  Nicholas' spanks has left on behind?, she was in fucking nirvana. She felt tender between her legs and it was a good kind of tender. It wasn't the kind of tender she'd felt after she and Charles Whitemore had left the bar together to his place that night a couple of years ago

        When she'd read the gossip section that night, she'd felt her whole body go cold, Nicholas had put a ring on it!, he had proposed to Vivian!, as if on autopilot she'd left home and sat at some bar for hours, and then Charles Whitemore had come to join her, they had a couple of classes together at college and they'd had random conversation just as many times. Let's just say she'd been pissed and wanted to take some kind of revenge on Nicholas for betraying her, even if she knew technically that it couldn't in any light be termed that and she'd given Charles what she'd not quite consciously kept for Nicholas and had ended up crying to Claire after her walk of shame the next morning. She'd never attempted to have sex again. Her fingers worked just fine, that is, until a couple of minutes ago when Nicholas had shown her that every finger induced orgasm she'd ever had were a shadow of what he could do to her, a shiver rocked her as she imagined how demanding he'd been, how.....

      Slowly, Racheal sat up on the bed feeling hot for a whole different reason as mortifications spread through her, Nicholas hadn't had sex with her because he couldn't help himself, definitely not because he was attracted to her!, he'd fucked her because he wanted to make a point, he wanted to show her that he had control over her and that she should stay away from Richard and she'd been so blinded that she'd let him, she could bet he was very pleased with himself right now, smug and condescending like he always.

She felt sad and angry all together as she sat there miserably, he hadn't even wanted to look at her, he hadn't even wanted her to touch him, he'd hardly touched her either, all of a sudden what they'd just done felt very dirty and inappropriate. She couldn't deny she'd loved every moment of it, but she wouldn't have expected that of their first time together, he hadn't made love to her, he'd fucked her.... and it was all because he wanted to prove a point, a useless action as she hadn't even for a second thought about Richard that way. Everyone knew Vivian had cheated on him, but did he think so low of her that he thought she'd do the same?, he most certainly did, her brain registered weakly, Nicholas had asked her if she had invited Richard back here later or she planned on going to join him later.

Racheal ears became uncomfortably hot, and she shot up from the bed and matched towards the bathroom,her eyes prickled from the effort she was making to hold tears back, she was going to give him a piece of her mind if he thought he could just walk all over her, she'd made her father happy, she'd given Nicholas what he wanted and now he was withholding the only thing he said she'd get from this marriage which was him, although Nicholas had said this to her out of sheer cockiness, he had no idea that was exactly what she wanted and she wouldn't let him take that away from her now.

Just as she reached the bathroom door, preparing to push it open, Nicholas opened it and stopped short when he saw her, he stood there staring at her and Racheal found that she had momentarily forgotten what she'd wanted to say, he looked so delicious with water running down his sculpted chest and the ridges of his pecs, hair damp and hanging in hacks around his head, his skin looking pink. With an effort, Racheal tore her gaze from his body and looked into his blank face

"How dare you compare me to Vivian?" She yelled