Page 74 of Cherry Moon

More than ready to be in that silk vice, I threw his legs over my shoulders, pressing my dick to the entrance.

“Fuck me, Aki.”

“Consider this round one.”

I entered him, spreading over him to connect my lips to his. He moaned into me as I began to thrust, his tongue finding mine.

He was so warm, so incredible, the perfect fit. I kept my rhythm slow at first, taking my time to start the fire.

His hands slid down to my arse, resting on my cheeks.

We didn’t stop kissing, flesh writhing, loving being so joined, so unified.

I thrust harder, deeper. He loved me to drill deep, and I was always happy to oblige.

“Aki…” he whispered around the kiss.

I wanted to hear him roar that name.

My slow moves became feral. Keeping my lips on his, I worked up more of a sweat, fucking him to frantic cries of my name, turning up the volume.

He dug his fingernails into my cheeks. “Fuck. Aki…fuck.”

Harder, faster, no going back. I drilled him with abandon, feeling his toes curl against my back. I took him to the rim of pleasure and shoved him into the mouthwatering abyss.

“Aki!” he roared, lips leaving mine, his head thrown back.

He unloaded, spraying me and himself. The man was a fountain of cum every time. No one delivered a cum shot like my husband.

I followed, filling him up this time.

“Fucking hell…” I collapsed onto him.

He wrapped his arms around me, crushing me close. We stayed like that for a while, a happy bundle of sweaty, sticky joy.

“That was amazing,” he said.

“Glad you like it, stud.”

“Stud?”

I lifted my head, my chin resting on his chest. “Yeah. I need to catch up to the stud. Even the score.”

He cocked a curious brow. “Meaning?”

“You know, even out the top to bottom ratio. Just for a balanced wedding night.”

Oof, his deep chuckle almost made me jizz again.

“Is that what you want, Aki?”

“As long as your hole can take it.”

He booped me on the nose. “As long as your hips are up for it.”

I fucked him twice more on the bed, then he did me in the shower again. After that, we fell asleep. Bollocks to the ratio, we weren’t robo-rabbits. We needed to recharge and get in plenty of snuggles.

Man, there was nothing like snuggles with G.