It had been a great day all around, one of the best of his life, and it was all due to this incredible woman.
“I’ve been thinking about this all fucking day,” he growled. He was buried to the hilt but not moving. Not yet. There was something about being gloved in the heat of her pussy that felt too good to rush. “You in that bikini…”
Belle grinned as she always did, giving him that pleased, slightly disbelieving look that told him she hadn’t gotten nearly enough compliments about how beautiful she was.
“Tonight, you’re going to scream my name,” he said, his lips pressed to her shoulder before he nipped the flesh there.
Belle’s neck arched, offering him even more surface area to tease. “Please,” she said, as her breathing turned to panting.
“Please what?” he taunted.
“Need you,” she begged. “To move.”
He rubbed his bearded cheek against her soft one. “Only if you promise to scream. No more holding back. No more swallowing your cries. I want to hear it all.”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes! I promise.”
Victor tightened his grip on her perfect ass, then gave her exactly what she wanted. Pumping into her, deep and hard.
She clung to his shoulders, her nails piercing the skin as she obeyed his demands, loudly calling out his name between cries for more.
“Yes! God, Victor.Please. Harder. Faster. Fuck me!”
She was the jockey and he was her stallion, her words the crop, driving him ever closer to the finish line.
“Stroke your clit,” he demanded, unable to hold her like this and still play with her. “Rub it like I would.”
Belle reached between them, doing as he asked. Every now and then, her fingers traveled lower as she felt the place where they were connected. Victor looked down with her, both of them mesmerized by their joining.
“Look at how tight you are around me,” he murmured. “Your pussy was made for my dick.”
“Yes,” she hissed.
“You’re going to go off birth control.” Once again, he was demanding rather than asking. “I want a baby with you, Belle.”
“I. Want. That. Too.” Her words came out harshly, each word requiring its own breath, as they came in time with his thrusts.
The thought of her carrying his baby was too much for Victor, and his balls constricted, his climax imminent. “Come with me, Sunshine.”
Belle didn’t need to be asked twice. Her back arched and her eyes closed as she screamed out his name and enough swear words that if he hadn’t already funded the Disney trip, she would’ve just pushed them over the top.
The second her inner muscles clenched against his cock, Victor succumbed to his climax as well, pumping her full of come, wishing they were making that baby tonight.
They remained frozen for a few moments, then Belle’s legs fell to the floor. He held her until she found her strength and managed to support herself once more.
After he caught his breath again, he reached for the body wash, scrubbing her from head to toe, and then she returned the favor. Victor got out of the shower first, quickly drying off before grabbing a second towel and holding it out for her.
She stepped into it, giggling as he vigorously dried her off. He loved making her laugh.
They walked back into their bedroom, neither of them bothering with pajamas as they climbed beneath the covers.
They nuzzled and necked, making out like teenagers for a good half hour before Victor climbed over her. Belle’s legs parted, he slipped inside…and she screamed his name three more times before they were done.
It was bliss, magic. Perfect.
Belle curled into his arms, placing a light kiss on his chest.
“I’m going to go too fast,” he warned her, recalling his demand for a baby in the shower. “Going to want everything right way.”