Mature content
The key to the small home in Charlottetown had been left under a plant on the porch.
It was only nine in the evening here. They were four hours behind so it wasn't as late here as it was in England.
George led the way, turning on the lights as soon as he got the door unlocked and opened it.
We stepped into a hallway and George closed the door behind us.
I had seen everything on pictures but it just looked so cosy and I couldn't wait to be spending time here.
Down at the end of the hallway, there was a bathroom with a tub which we didn't have a home. We only had showers.
To the right of the bathroom was the kitchen and the living room all in one with a small kitchen island separating them and to the left of the bathroom, was the bedroom.
As I stood and studied the living room and the sofa that looked very comfy, I felt George wrap his arms around me from behind, lowering his head to my neck and as I felt his lips against my skin, I couldn't help but smile.
"George, we just walked through the door."
His arm was hooked around my stomach, his other hand moving down to my thigh to push my dress up slightly.
"That means I can't kiss my wife?"
I chuckled.
"I like hearing you say that." I said. "How about we unpack and then we get to the sex part of the honeymoon?"
"Or..." he suggested, trailing kisses up to my ear before lowering his voice into a whisper. "...we have sex now and we unpack later."
I thought about it for a moment, then nodded.
"Sounds like a plan."
I turned around to face him and grabbed the hem of my dress, pulling it off my body and as it hit the floor, I ran a hand to the nape of George's neck and kissed him while he backed me up against the wall in the hallway.
While we kissed, my hands found their way to his shirt, pulling it out of his trousers before hurrying to undo the many buttons.
I pushed the material off his shoulders and it landed on the floor behind him.
With one hand against the nape of his neck, my fingers sliding into his hair, I used my other hand to reach down to the button in his trousers, opening it with ease.
He broke the kiss to move his lips down to my neck, kissing away at my skin while I slid my hand into his trousers to palm him through his briefs.
He let out a heavy breath against my skin, placing a hand against the wall next to my body.
"Room." He whispered, pulling his head back a few inches to look at me, trying to keep his eyes open as I touched him. "I don't want to fuck you against a wall on our honeymoon."
I chuckled and kissed him.
"What a gentleman."
I pulled my hand out of his trousers and ran it to the side of his neck, kissing him again before George suddenly bent his knees and pulled me over his shoulder so quickly that I couldn't help but shriek.
"George! I am practically naked!"
"So?" He asked, walking into the bigger one of the bedrooms and threw me in the bed, and I had to hold my boobs to keep them from bouncing.
With a grin, he leaned down and grabbed my wrists, removing my hands before planting a kiss on each of my boobs.
I brushed my fingers through his hair as he then planted kissed against my ribs and trailed them down over my stomach.
When he kissed the spot below my belly button, I bucked my hips, feeling the tingly sensation spread throughout my body.
George looked up at me, a smirk playing on his lips before he kissed me there again, my hips bucking involuntary.
"Oh fuck me." I breathed.
"Well, seeing as you asked so nicely." He chuckled, sitting up on his knees.
He hooked his fingers under the waistband of my knickers and as I lifted my hips, he pulled them off and threw them on the floor.
As he kept his eyes on my face, he grabbed around my leg and lifted it over his shoulder, placing small and soft kisses against the skin on my inner thigh.
He removed his eyes from mine, focusing on my thigh and after watching him for a while, I put my head down against the mattress, breathing quite heavily.
It was pure torture, having him kiss my thigh and being so close to where I needed him, but him ignoring my needs on purpose.
He always did this.
He got off on torturing me, making me wait and making me beg for it.
That's exactly what I did.
"George—" I whined, running my fingers through his hair to tug on it.
"What is it, darling?" He asked and removed my hand to place it against the mattress. "What do you want?"
I propped myself up on my elbows and looked down at him, trying to gain control over my breathing.
"What the fuck do you think I want?" I asked. "I want the same thing you use to speak with, but instead you decide to spend time here trying to get me to beg you to fuck me with your annoying tongue."
"If it's so annoying, why do you want me to fuck you with it?" He laughed, and I was so close to hitting him on the side of his head, but instead he pressed a kiss to my inner thigh and then planted a kiss right above my clit.
He glanced up at me, smirking before he twirled his tongue around my clit, and I nearly gasped as I laid down, closing my eyes at the sensation.
From then on, I was in heaven, bucking my hips and arching my back as he worked on me with his tongue.
He explored every single area and it was all so overwhelming that I couldn't even force myself to open my eyes.
It was as if they were glued shut.
George's one hand stayed on the back of my thigh while his right hand ran up my stomach and reached for my boobs, giving them equal attention.
My own hands found each of their places to hold on. My right hand grabbed into the covers of the bed while my left hand found its way back to George's hair.
He grunted as I tugged at it, and that grunt sent vibrations through my clit, causing me to let out a suffocated moan and then George stopped.
I opened my eyes and looked at him, unable to control my breathing.
I watched him lick his lips while getting off the bed to stand on his feet. He pushed his trousers down, letting them fall to the ground before stepping out of them and throwing them aside.
Next went his briefs, and I realised how hard he was.
He crawled back onto the bed, pulling me closer to him by my thighs.
I ran a hand into my hair, watching him as he lined himself up with my entrance, but instead of just getting on with it, he decided to tease me again — this time by moving his erection back and forth over my slit and my clit.
"George, please." I begged, reaching for his chest and as his eyes flicked to meet mine, he smirked slightly.
I propped myself back up on my elbows, staring up at him with eyes that begged him to give me what I needed, and he did.
He pushed into me and while being propped up on my elbows, I threw my head back with a loud moan leaving me.
"Fucking hell—" George grunted, pulling out to push back in and slowly formed a rhythm, thrusting into me with so much force each time that I was sure he would hit my throat at one point.
I looked at him, trying my best to keep my eyes open. He noticed and looked at me as well, smiling at me before he kissed me deeply, his tongue quickly finding mine.
I moaned against his mouth, a hand pressed flat against his chest while my elbow held me up.
I then ran my hand up to rest against the nape of his neck, keeping him close to me.
He kept thrusting, going slow but rough, making us both move in the same rhythm as the bed.
He ran a hand down my stomach, his thumb finding my clit and I whimpered, breaking the kiss to lie back down on my back.
My eyes closed and my hand found its way to my hair, tugging at it to the point where I was almost sure I was gonna rip it out.
"You look so good like this, darling." He said, but I had no way of responding.
Everything I felt was so overwhelming and I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore.
He started thrusting faster but still being rough with each single thrust.
I had to cover my mouth with one hand to not be too loud. Not that there was anyone nearby, but just in case.
"Look at me, Dia."
I couldn't. I heard him speak but I couldn't obey. The pleasure was getting too much to the point where I couldn't function.
Though George grabbed my jaw to get my attention.
"Look at me."
Oh shit.
I forced myself to look at him through tired eyes, moaning into my hand as our eyes met.
"There you go." He smiled. "Good girl..."
While maintaining eye contact, he ran his hand back down my body to find my clit again, and I felt my body jolt and my legs shake slightly at the sudden stimulation.
"Fuck." I hissed, removing my hand from my mouth.
George stared at my eyes, letting out a small grunt and in response I couldn't do anything but moan.
The eye contact was only adding to the fuel.
"Do you realise how good you feel wrapped around me like this?" He asked. "You can't imagine it..."
I closed my eyes, leaning my head back, but George was there again, grabbing my jaw and forcing me to look at him.
"Did I say you could close your eyes?" He asked. "Eyes on me, beautiful. You're doing so good..."
I bit down on my lip, soon after tasting blood and when George saw it, he leaned down to kiss me, sucking the newly made cut until it stopped bleeding and then he just kissed me, the taste of iron mixing into the kiss.
I ran a hand to the nape of his neck as we kissed, the kiss quickly growing sloppy.
At this point I could feel it building up — the knot in the pit of my stomach starting to form, ready to explode at any time.
It was like riding a bicycle up a hill and getting over on the other side.
I reached the top and I broke the kiss to throw my head back against the mattress, squeezing my eyes closed as I came.
I clenched violently around George, helping him to cum at the same time. I heard him grunt, but that was it.
Every sound became faint and as my legs shook, I felt myself immediately collapse as soon as I got over on the other side.
I could feel George pull out of me and I could hear him talk to me, but I was on cloud nine and I could barely communicate.
Actually, I couldn't communicate at all — not for a moment.
Though when I slowly came back to reality, I looked at George through tired eyes. He had taken his briefs back on and walked to the bed, brushing his knuckles over my cheekbone.
"You look tired." He said softly, smiling down at me. "You wanna go to bed? We can unpack in the morning."
Instead of answering calls I yawned.
I managed to moved under the duvet and George joined me, cuddling me with his hand running up and down my thigh.
"You okay?" He chuckled when he realised he had completed tired me out.
I hummed, my eyes closed with a faint smile on my lips.
"I'm feeling great."