Sudden Pleasures

He looked down at her. 'Are you all right?' he asked her. Ashley nodded slowly. 'I think it's suddenly dawning on me that we're really married. It's not just a good idea anymore. It's been in my mind that this marriage is how you and I can save what we have worked for, and I did all the things I needed to do to make the day a perfect one for us and all our guests, but I never really considered the marriage part as anything else except a means to an end. Until now.'

'Kind of scary, huh?' he said. 'Listen, the sex thing… it is optional. You're tired, and the truth is that I'm still jet-lagged.' His warm brown eyes looked into her green ones. 'If you're not in the mood…'

'The truth is that I am kinda in the mood,' Ashley admitted. 'You were looking for a petite blonde, and I don't know what I was looking for, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't you. Yet here you are, and you are so damned sexy. Every time you kiss me I go weak in the knees. No one ever made me go weak in the knees. Not even hot to trot Chandler Wayne. I know women aren't supposed to say stuff like this, but, Ryan Finbar Mulcahy, I really want to jump your bones. But if you're not in the mood…'

Ryan grinned down at her. 'Ashley, you are something else,' he told her. 'You say just what you're thinking, don't you? Well, so do I. I want to sink myself so deep in you. I want to make you come and come and come until you can't come anymore. I am more than definitely in the mood.'

'I guess we had better go upstairs then,' Ashley told him demurely, and she held out her hand to him. He took it, and they mounted the stairs together, then walked down the broad upstairs hallway to the bedroom suite they would share. 'Nina made me take one of my sexy nightgowns home yesterday,' Ashley said. 'I'll go and change.'

'No time,' he told her, spinning her around to undo the two pearl buttons on her dress. He quickly peeled it off of her as Ashley stepped out of the puddle of fabric and kicked off her sandals. He unfastened the lace bra, and his hands slipped about her to cup her two full breasts. 'Hello, girls,' he murmured in her ear. 'God, they are so beautiful. I don't ever think I've seen such a pair of gorgeous tits. They're real too, aren't they?'

'Uh-huh,' Ashley managed to get out. His hands. Oh, his big hands cupping her breasts! She could hardly draw a breath, and when his two thumbs reached up to seductively rub her nipples she felt herself getting wet. She leaned back against him and sighed deeply. This was going to be good. Her gut told her it would be good.

He bent down to kiss the side of her neck, and his hands released her breasts so he might slip her little lace bikini bottom off. The Velcro closures at her hip bone gave way, and he tossed the scrap of fabric aside. One arm was now about her waist. His other hand moved down to her mons, and a finger slid along her slit. 'You're wet,' he said, sounding pleased. The big hand ruffled her pubic hair.

She managed to turn herself about in his embrace. 'Take off your jacket,' she said as she undid the narrow black belt at his waist and unzipped his gray trousers. Her hand slid in, moving though the opening in his silk boxers with unerring fingers, and closed about his penis. He was still half-soft, and he was huge, Ashley realized. She had created men with large penises in her Channel fantasies, but Ryan was to her unseen touch even bigger. She gave him a little squeeze, and he began to harden.

'I'm bigger than most guys,' he told her.

'So I note,' she said. 'I want you naked, Ryan. I want to see for myself just how big.' She released her grip on him to fondle his balls. His sac was large too. Well, she thought, her new husband was big all over, wasn't he? Why was she surprised that a man standing six feet, five inches tall had a supersized dick? Ashley took her hands from his genitals and began to unbutton his shirt. She almost moaned with delight at the broad, smooth, tanned chest. She slid her hands over it, kissing the warm flesh.

He had managed to get out of the rest of his clothing now, and stood back from her. 'Well,' he said, 'do I pass muster, Ash?'

'Do I?' she asked him, staring at his penis. 'How big is that?' she queried him.

'I measured once,' he said. 'Eleven inches. Just. Two in diameter.'

'You measured?' She didn't know whether to laugh. She could not take her eyes from the thick column of flesh now bobbing before her. She wanted it in her so badly she was near to weeping. What was the matter with her?

'In college. Guys will do that, you know,' he said, looking a little embarrassed.

'It's amazing,' she told him.

'Look, I don't want to hurt you, so if I go too deep, tell me, okay?' he said.

'Uh-huh,' she agreed. Do it! Do it! she was silently screaming. Then he was kissing her again, and his hand was squeezing her butt. They were still in the parlor of their suite, and he was backing over to the couch. Ashley kissed him hungrily as she felt him bend her back over the high rolled arm of the couch. Her back fit perfectly against it. Did Frankie know that when she had picked this couch?

'Put your legs up,' he murmured, and she wrapped herself about him, almost whimpering as she felt the head of his penis beginning to penetrate her vagina.

'Oh, God!' she half sobbed. He was so big, so thick, so hot, and he was buried all the way inside of her. 'Fuck me!' she begged him, but instead he leaned forward to fasten his mouth about one of her nipples, and he sucked hard on it. Ashley cried out softly as his lips and tongue teased her until she really thought she was going to die.

He bit down firmly but gently on the tender flesh. She cried out again. 'Tell me what you want,' he growled in her ear. 'Explain it to me carefully, slowly, and if you're a good girl, I'll give it to you. Tell me what you want, Ashley.'

'I want you to fuck me!' she gasped.

'Not good enough,' he replied.

'I want that hot cock of yours inside of me, fucking me hard. I want you to make me come and come and come and come. Can't you feel how perfectly you fit me? My cunt was made for your big cock, Ryan! Do it! Do it, damn it!' Ashley cried.

He laughed low, and then he began, slowly, slowly at first, his penis moving with majestic strokes that pressed deeper and deeper. And then gradually he began to move on her faster and faster, until Ashley was sobbing and her climax began to roll over her with such force and intensity that she practically fainted. He had her bent back so far over the couch arm that the blood flowing to her head made her dizzy, but oh, God, it was wonderful! And then he stopped, giving her time to regain her breath. And her eyes widened with the knowledge that he was still very hard inside of her.

Gathering her up, their bodies still joined, he carried her into their bedroom and laid her on the edge of their big bed. He began to piston her once again, slowly, slowly, and then faster and faster. He laughed when her nails dug into his shoulders and shortly afterward raked down his long back. 'Such a naughty kitty,' he whispered in her ear. And then to her surprise he pulled out of her. 'Roll over,' he said. 'I want to go deeper.'

'I don't think I can move,' Ashley said.

He laughed again, this time low and seductive. Then he helped her into the position he wanted her to take. Kneeling behind her, he grasped her hips in his hands and thrust smoothly back into the wet heat of her luscious body. 'You are so tight,' he groaned, delving farther into her channel.

Had she ever had a cock pushed so far into her body? The deep, hard thrusts were incredible. He hit her G- spot, and when she half cried, 'Oh, yes, there!' he worked it until she was whimpering helplessly with the pure pleasure that he was giving her. She felt him begin to spasm, and as he ejaculated into her she climaxed so ferociously that Ashley thought she was going to die right then and there. 'Oh, God, that was wonderful!' she managed to gasp as they fell apart. She rolled over onto her back, struggling for breath. 'Tell me you can eventually do it again.'

Ryan laughed weakly. 'Eventually,' he promised. 'You were incredible, Ash. I mean really, really good. I don't think I've ever had better.'

'Well,' she told him, 'that's nice, because I'm all you're likely to get for the next two years.' Was he aware of what he had just said? she wondered. He was speaking to her as if she were just another one-night stand, and not