grinning. 'I feel all sticky… you know where.'
'No, I want to go to bed first. You can bathe later,' he said.
'But John, it's only four o'clock. I'm not sleepy,' she giggled.
John stepped into the bathroom and pulled her into his arms. He unzipped the back of her dress while he kissed her hard on the mouth. 'I'm going to take off all your clothes and throw you on the bed and fuck you,' he said.
Eva pulled free of his grasp. 'John! You're awful,' she cried, and blushed. She was delighted that she could still blush; a bride was supposed to blush. 'You'll have to catch me first,' she squealed, and rushed past him and out the door.
He caught her two steps from the bed and yanked her dress down over her shoulders, pinning her arms to her sides. She remembered the same thing had happened with Mose earlier, and felt a thrill. She was wearing the same tiny uplift bra, too.
John buried his face between her bulged-up breasts. They were hot and firm and tasted of sweat. He curled his tongue down into the cups in an effort to get at her nipples.
'Take it off, John, take off my bra,' she moaned.
After a minute of fumbling, he released the catch and her tits popped free. His mouth closed over a nipple while his hand moved up under her dress to cup her bare pussy.
Feeling his fingers on her cunt, she remembered that her panties were on the floor in their car, probably in a pool of piss. She blushed again, wondering what they would think at the garage.
He slowly pushed her dress over her hips until it was at her knees, and then pushed her backwards onto the bed. She lay motionless, staring at him.
'I can't open my legs like this,' she said.
He grabbed the rumpled skirt and pulled it off and threw it to the floor. 'You can now!'
She was completely naked now and slowly opened her legs, trying desperately to look shy and inexperienced. John stared at her luxuriant muff and then at the red, velvety lips slowly spreading as her legs went farther apart. He dropped to the bed beside her and took her in his arms.
'Eva, Eva, you're so beautiful, so sexy and beautiful,' he gasped, pressing his mouth to hers. 'I've waited so long for this.'
'I know,' she said softly, her fingers working on the buttons of his shirt.
Her hand went inside his shirt, into the thick hair on his chest. Her other hand rested softly against the bulge in his pants. She wanted to reach in, to feel its hot life in her hand, but she didn't want to appear too forward, too experienced.
He felt her hand resting softly on his cock and the desire hammered at his temples. The need for her, for the use of her body, was stronger than anything he had ever experienced. He knew without ever entering her that she wasn't a virgin, and he was glad; there would be no need to be gentle. He could ram into her cunt and ejaculate with one wild lunge if he felt like it, and he felt like it.
'Take it out,' he said curtly, 'take it out and feel it.'
Eva buried her face against his neck and pulled at his zipper. The blood pounded in her temple, too, then she slipped her hand inside and wrapped around the rigid cock. She drew in a quick breath of air. It was bigger than she thought it would be. With proper exercise, she thought, it will be as big as his father's; it's harder right now. She held his cock firmly there inside his trousers and, in spite of her resolve to play with it innocently, started to slowly masturbate him.
He gasped with pleasure as her delicate hand caressed him. 'Pull it out, baby, I need you now!' he cried.
She tugged his cock out. 'Take off your pants. I need you, too!' she exclaimed.
'I can't wait that long. This one will have to be for me – your turn will come later.'
And then he was on top of her. He found her slit and pushed in, her cunt peeling back his foreskin. Eva moaned and lifted to meet his thrust, eager to get his prick all the way inside her. This one was for her, too, even if he didn't know it. They were all for her.
As he sunk deeper, Mose and his huge cock were forgotten; the cock at hand was the important one. 'A prick is a prick is a… and oh, God, I love it so,' she mumbled incoherently.
She had his shirt open and he liked the feel of her big, soft tits flattened against his hairy chest, and she was so sweaty, even in this air-conditioned room. He pounded into her savagely, and quickly felt the urge start in his nuts. He stopped, halfway pulled out.
'Go ahead, come. I want to feel it,' she gasped, already near her own orgasm.
'No! I don't want to…'
She locked her legs behind his thighs and pulled him back in. 'Come, dammit, come!' she rasped.
He came with a grunt, his cum spurting into her cunt in wild, uncontrolled gobs. She felt the wetness and humped against him, but he was wiped out and she didn't quite make it.
John knew she didn't make it. After all, it's the first time for us together, not separately, he thought. What does she expect? He rolled off of her and lay on his back, inhaling huge gulps of air, afraid to look at her, not wanting to see the look of disappointment he was sure was on her face. Unless a man is sure of himself, he shouldn't marry a slut, he thought. Already she was a slut, and he knew nothing of her past.
Eva snuggled close to him, her hand sliding across his belly. 'I love you, John,' she said.
'What…' he muttered.
Her hand went to his crotch. She grasped his slippery, still half-hard prick. 'You're so big, honey. It felt so good in there.'
He rolled to his side and took her in his arms. 'Oh, baby, I love you,' he said. 'I'm sorry I came so quick. I just couldn't hold it. I've wanted you so long.'
'I know. And it's all right. I almost made it, and we have so many times ahead of us.' She looked at him and wondered if she should say it. 'You're a good fucker, Johnny, a really good fucker,' she said.
He kissed her hard, forgetting that she was a slut. She made him feel ten feet tall, and he was a good fucker. He was just over anxious this time.
'I have to take a leak,' he said.
She held his cock so it pointed straight up. 'Go ahead,' she said.
'You mean right here?' he said.
'Right here. You watched me, now it's my turn to watch you.'
John relaxed and let it go. The heavy stream arched up into the air and fell back onto his belly, onto her hand, onto the bed. They started laughing and he pissed some more. It excited Eva to watch a man piss, and even more so when she held his dong while he did it.
They took a bath together and dressed and went down to dinner. They followed dessert with a couple of drinks. 'Should I have some champagne sent up to our room?' John asked.
'No, I think… I think I'd rather have Scotch. Champagne makes me pee,' she said.
They went into fits of giggling and everyone in the dining room stared.
'I'm glad we didn't get killed back there on that curve. We'd have missed all this.' John said.
'Me, too.' Eva said.
When they got back to their suite, it was only seven o'clock. An elaborate bar had already been set up with liquor of all kinds, especially lots of expensive Scotch.
They had a drink and then John got restless. 'Let's go for a walk. I need to work that big meal down. I'm not used to eating so heavily at night.' John said.
'I am.' Eva said. 'I like the heavy, drowsy feeling it gives me. You go ahead and take your walk. Maybe I'll take a little nap while you're gone.'
'You're sure you don't mind?' he asked.
'Mind? I insist,' she answered.
After he had gone, Eva looked at the bed and saw the stained spread. She grabbed it by one corner and gave it a jerk, letting it fall in a heap on the floor. 'We don't need this thing, anyway. He'll find a way to keep me warm.' She flopped onto the bed.
She tried, but couldn't sleep and finally got up and went to the bar and mixed herself a strong Scotch and water with no ice. The liquor warmed her immediately. She liked the feeling and quickly finished the drink. She
