Chapter 8

“Hey wife,” my eyes fluttered as I heard the voice of my husband, and I smiled sweetly just before the event of yesterday attacked me, along with a splitting headache, and my face twisted as pain shot over my head. “Are you alright?” Davy asked, looking at me with so much tenderness.

He was back to his glasses, hiding his eye color, but I had ingrained those orbs in my mind so much that I didn’t need any other viewing.

“Headache.” I whispered, afraid if my voice was any louder it would increase the pain rocketing through my head. It was like the cells in my head were throwing a wild after-party, banging against my skull and tugging on my eye sockets as they danced.

“Here.” Davy held out two tablets, and he helped me into a sitting position, watching as I took them and closed my eyes, waiting for the effect to take place.

“Where are we, love?” I whispered, the drummers in my head quieting down after they had received their bribe—Advil. The room was brown and white; the table beside it held little, and yet it held no recognition.

The bed was too small to be ours; otherwise, I would be sure to get a refund or even leave the marriage, as there was no way I was consummating my wedding with this tiny-ass bed that seemed like it would break if there was any force to it.

“A jet.” He replied simply, gently caressing my skin. “We are on our way to our honeymoon.”

“Ohhhh.” I drawled, instantly perking up at the thought of our honeymoon. “Where are we even going to?” I asked, sitting up, but Davy held me down, lowering me back to the bed.

“You don’t have to stress yourself. Just sleep off the headache, and by the time you wake up, we should be at our destination… and I have a surprise for you.” He gave me a sly smile, his eyebrow quirking up, and my insides rumbled in anticipation of what was to come.

My tongue ran across my lips, my smile widening, and I reached for him, my fingers splayed over his clothed cock. “Are you going to tie him up in ribbons and surprise me?” I asked in a sultry voice, and Davy let out a low laugh, the sound so rich and inviting, and I would blame the wine in my system because all that sound shot straight to my core.

“Much better,” he neared me, the whiff of his scent reaching me, and I inhaled greedily because I was a goner for this man. “You would want to get enough rest because you won’t be sleeping a lot.” He whispered oh so seductively, my fingers gripped him, and he jerked against my touch, reminding me that we had a lot to do.

“I can’t wait.” I whispered yet again in that voice that always drove him crazy. Doing as he said, I closed my eyes, and it wasn’t so long before sleep came.

When I woke up next, it was to a cozy bed, wide enough to contain us, the sheets undeniably soft that I was sure it came from the finest of material, and I inhaled deeply, the sweet smell of waterside reaching me.

Davy, as if sensing I was awake, came towards me, and I made out with my squinted eyes a tray of fruits and snacks next to his bed just as he sat down on the bed beside me.

“How was your sleep?” He asked, kissing my forehead.

“Hmm.” I nodded, stretching my arms as I yawned. “How did you even carry me inside? I swore I weighed a ton, and I have been pestering Kim to set me on some weight loss program they have because those models looked like twigs.” The words tumbled down from my mouth before I could think it through, and Davy looked at me, shaking his head.

“How about less talking and more eating?” He reached for a slice of apple, feeding me, and I took it in, chewing slowly until I had gone halfway through the tray.

I shook my head as he tried to offer another one. “I don’t think I can stomach any other thing.”

“Alright,” he pushed the tray away and helped me to my feet. “Why don’t we take a bath, and I’ll help wash your back?” The tone he had used was innocent, but I would be a fool to ignore the implied meaning.

He was literally saying he would wash me clean, then fuck me so hard until I had to clean up again, but these were all things I wanted, needed, craved, even, and I needed no prompting.

The bath was, like he had suggested, a bath. A rather frustrating one, as no matter how much I rubbed my ass on him, Davy remained still, focusing on washing my back, ignoring the hard-on digging into my ass.

The air in the bathroom was charged; a simple washing now something more erotic, and I rubbed my thighs together until he finished scrubbing my back. Davy’s fingers moved forward, washing—well, caressing—my breast because the pleasure said otherwise.

He rolled my nipples in his finger, pinching them hard, and I shot up as pleasure overtook me. I was just in luck, as it managed to coincide with my ovulation and my overly sensitive tits.

My eyes rolled in their sockets, my head was thrown back, and I could feel his breath on my neck, his tongue darting out to taste me.

“How about we take this to the room?” He whispered in my ears, sending the vibration to my insides, and they began to quiver, producing more slick.

“Yes, Daddy.” I moaned, instantly turning to shrieks of delight as he carried me all the way to the bedroom, slowly letting me down just in front of our bed.

Davy sat on the bed, manspreading, and I was blessed with the delicious view of his cock, halfway between hard. My mouth watered, my throat working desperately to swallow, eager to coat him completely.

He must have read my thoughts because he beckoned unto me with a flick of his finger. “Get on your knees and suck.”