He pulled his mouth away and looked up at me, a sexy smirk playing on his lips. “Well, we both passed out last night, so I figured we needed to get busy christening the bed. Now that we’re married, we’ll have to redo all of the spots in the house. And I mean all of ‘em.” He winked a twinkling green eye at me and went back to work with his mouth, pushing the T-shirt that I had slipped on in the dark last night, up even farther.
I knew exactly what he was talking about when he said all of them. We didn’t get the house to ourselves very often with Caleb, but when we did, Chase liked to have sex just about everywhere. And I mean, everywhere.
I let out a gasp when he took my breast in his mouth, the cool silver from his tongue ring that he rarely took out, flicking against my nipple. I knew when he started teaching next week, he would obviously have to take it out, but that would seriously be the only time I would allow it. I mean, I was his wife now, I had certain demands that he needed to fulfill, right?
He moved to my other breast, giving it the same treatment, before he slid further up my body, his excitement digging into my stomach. “Are you still too tired for this?” he murmured out in that low, husky voice of his. He arched his hips against me and I let out a groan.
“Uh no, I think I’m good right here.” He smiled against my lips at my response, darting his tongue out and tracing the outside of my lips, before pushing in. I would never get enough of this. I knew we would be old and gray, still like teenagers making out in the back of their parents’ car, that’s how good Chase’s kisses were.
His hand dipped into my panties, never breaking our kiss, and I moaned into his mouth when his fingers made contact. We had kept plenty busy on the honeymoon part of our trip, but I was still instantly turned on. “Already so wet for me, baby.”
“Mmhm,” I murmured, slightly sitting up. “But I think I need to have control this time.” I pushed his body back, and we twisted around until I was straddled on his lap. I had to take a second to look at his beautiful body, my fingers tracing over the hardened muscles in his stomach and chest. Every inch was perfect. Really, this was my husband?
“You like what you see?” he asked, his hands tucked behind his head with a cocky smirk. “Oh, I love what I see.” I wiggled my hips and he let out a groan, exactly the reaction I was going for. I slid down his body, pulling down on the waistband of his boxers until they were completely off.
I kissed every inch of his muscular stomach, while my hand went to work on his length. When my mouth finally landed on the tip, he hissed between his teeth. I traced small circles with my tongue, before fully taking him into my mouth, and his hands came down to clasp tightly behind my head. I could tell how close he was, but instead of letting me finish what I started, he gently pulled on my hair, and pushed my body backwards.
“Now I get to be in control,” he growled at me playfully. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, biting back the smile that was trying to break free. We always ended up this way. He liked to tease me about always being in control, but in all actuality, it always ended up with Chase taking the lead.
He thrust in hard and fast, dipping his head down to meet my lips once again, and I was instantly lost. My hips arched to meet him every time, his pace wild as we both moaned together. His fingers slid between the two of us, rubbing on that one spot that always sent me over the edge, he knew every inch of my body so well. I moaned out his name as I felt my walls tightening around him.
My nails dug into his shoulder blades as I came down from the high and he was behind me just seconds later, collapsing on top of me. “I love you so much, Mrs. O’Neil,” he murmured against my neck. It felt so weird having those words come out of his mouth, but so right. Mrs. O’ Neil. Leah O’Neil. What in the hell? I was someone’s Mrs.; it was truly mind-blowing. “And I love you, Mr. O’Neil.”
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“Caleb, hurry it up little man, we are going to be so late.” I glanced at the clock one more time, cursing myself for scheduling such an early class on a Monday morning. Sure, the house that we had rented was practically smack dab in between Chase’s school that he would be teaching at and my campus, but I really hadn’t planned my time out well for a thirty minute drive. Plus, I had to drop Caleb off at his preschool. Luckily, it was located right on campus, so I wouldn’t lose much time.
“All ready, Mommy.” Caleb jumped in to view, and I had to stifle a laugh as I grabbed my bag. He had insisted on dressing himself for the first day of school, and you could tell. His red shirt and green pants most definitely didn’t match, unless somehow I didn’t realize Christmas was already upon us, and I’m pretty sure his pants were on backwards. Oh well, I guess he has his own little style. Hopefully, the teachers at the school didn’t think I was some sort of bad mom who couldn’t dress their kid.