Marriage of Convenience

I didn’t know what it was about Sara, but I couldn’t seem to control myself around her. In the past, I had a little more finesse when it came to sex. I could take my time, work my way up slowly, and then finally come with a satisfying pop. With Sara, it was like every neuron in my body was firing. I went from zero to one hundred on the need to come scale. And when I did come, it fucking blew my mind.

Was it because she was innocent? Her pussy was tighter? Her breasts rounder? I didn’t know, and to be honest, my helplessness around her was disconcerting. The truth was, I shouldn’t have been touching her again because I didn’t want her to get any ideas that this would be a real marriage. I would go along with her need to be with the child and we could live separate lives the same way my parents had. But deep down, I thought that eventually she’d want something more and leave. Sara seemed like a woman who needed love. She deserved love. She wouldn’t get it from me.

I also didn’t want to get too used to her either. I didn’t think I’d fall for her as love wasn’t in my DNA. But a body like hers could be addicting, and I couldn’t afford that. I hated that I seemed to be a slave to my craving for her.

I withdrew, noting my cum dripping from her pussy, which made my dick twitch. Seriously?

“I’m sticky,” Sara said, running a hand over her belly. “And I didn’t get a turn.”

I reached out a hand to help her sit up. “Turn?”

“To eat you.”

Oh fuck. My dick sprang to full life. That was different too. I’d always been a one-off with other women. How was it this woman had me full-tilt again in a matter of minutes after coming?

“You said you’d teach me,” she said.

I did say that. The idea of it excited me. Perhaps that’s what got my libido so revved up around her. I could teach her all there was to know about sex.

“I think he likes that idea?” she said pointing to my cock.

I took my shirt off and stepped out of my pants. “He does. Are you sure you want to do this?”

She nodded.

It occurred to me that my goal in this arrangement was to make a child. Her sucking me off wasn’t how babies were made. But the idea of her sweet innocent lips on my cock was too much to pass up.

She scooped up some cream and rubbed it on my nipple. I’d never thought my nipples were sensitive. Certainly not like a woman’s. But the cool cream followed by her hot mouth sent electric sensations through my body.

As she licked my nipples, her fingers lightly traced down my abdomen. Then she sat back and looked at my dick.

“Go head. Touch him.” I coaxed her.

She trailed a finger from root to tip. It jumped at her touch. She got some more cream, and rubbed it along the length, making me hiss as sweet torture built.

I took her hand, wrapping it tight around my dick. “Stroke him, Sara.”

She did as I instructed and I closed my eyes to savor her touch. When she stopped, I nearly groaned with frustration. I felt cool cream again and then … holy shit… her mouth was on my tip.

“Ah fuck,” my hips buck forward, thrusting into her mouth halfway. “Yes, suck it, Sara.”

She sucked, sending a shock of electricity to my balls.

“Fuck it,” I groaned, threading my fingers through her long hair and helping her get the right speed. “Fuck my cock with your mouth.”

She made sexy moans as her mouth slurped with each glide of my dick in and out of it. She wasn’t the first woman to go down on me, but she was the first to have me careening toward an explosive end so quickly.

“Tighter.”

Her hand wrapped around my dick, and she stroked and sucked with her mouth in unison.

“I’m going to come, I’m going to come… Ah fuck…” I started to push her away, not sure she’d want a mouth full of semen. “Let me come on your tits.”

She sat up and I wrapped my hand around my dick, stroking like my life depended on it.

“Get on your knees.”

She scooted off the table and onto her knees in front of me. It was the most erotic sight I’d ever seen.

“It’s coming…” I shot my first load, landing on her chest. I kept stroking hard and fast as more shot out covering her tits, until finally, I felt like I’d expelled every bit of cum inside my body.

It took a few moments for me to catch my breath. When I did, I looked down to find her experimentally rubbing the semen on her chest. Then she brought her fingers to her mouth to taste it. My dick had a twinge of life left in him, after all. Fucking hell.

She looked up at me. “It’s salty.”

“And messy.” I reached a hand out to help her up. For reasons I didn’t understand, I felt compelled to kiss her. I pulled her against me and fused my lips to hers. Her tits covered in my cum mashed against my chest. When we pulled apart, we were both sticky with cream and cum.

“I need a shower.” She smiled up at me, looking happy and content. We weren’t going to have a fairy tale marriage. Love wasn’t a factor. But I could see myself living like this. Friends with benefits.

I took her hand. “Good idea.” I led her to the bathroom in her room and turned the water on. When the water was warm enough, I ushered her in and joined her.

I kissed her again, as I began to accept that this marriage could turn out okay after all. I hadn’t wanted to be saddled with a wife. The women I’d seen before would have been too much trouble. They’d demand things I wasn’t willing or able to give. They’d have their own agendas.

At nineteen, Sara was like a blank slate. I was the only man who had ever touched her, which was arousing in and of itself. But it meant I could teach her all the ways a man and woman could enjoy each other. While she was smart and had her own mind, I didn’t sense any guile. She wanted love, which she could get from our child, and security, which I could give her. In return, I got the company. Win-win.

She picked up the soap and started to wash.

“You made a mess of me,” I said, bringing her soaping hands to my chest.

Her eyes widened in surprise.

“Sex can occur in many places in many different ways. Do you still want me to teach you?”

“Yes.” Her voice was breathless. Another perk: she got turned on easily.

I had her wash me and then I returned the favor. I turned her toward the wall and reached around to her front to massage her tits with my soapy hands.

I lightly bit her shoulder. “I’m going to fuck you from behind. Do you want that?”

She moaned and her ass instinctively rubbed against my full dick. “Yes.”

I put my hands on her hips. “Widen your legs a bit.”

She did as I instructed.

“Put your hands against the wall and tilt your ass back.”

I ran my hand down her back and over her ass. I dropped to my knees and laved her pussy with my tongue, wanting to make sure she was wet with her own juices. She whimpered and ground her pussy against my mouth. Yep, she was ready.

I stood and pressed my dick to her entrance. “This will feel different, but good. It shouldn’t hurt.”

She pushed back, and my dick slid in a little. “I can’t wait, Chase. Do it now.”

I chuckled. She was so real and open with her sexual needs. I liked it. I pushed inside her, slow, steady and smooth until I was fully inside her.

I put my mouth next to her ear. “Do you feel me pulsing inside you?”

“Yes.” She ground her hips back, her pussy squeezing me. It felt so fucking good.

I reached around her, rubbing her hard clit until her hips were writhing and she was groaning.

“Tell me when you’re going to come.”

Her breath came out in harsh gasps. I began to move, sliding in and out as I continued to rub her clit.

“Oh… Chase…”

“Are you going to come?” I asked.

“Yes… Oh…” Her pussy gripped my dick, and just like before, it had stars bursting in my brain.

“Fuck…” I started to move faster, harder as I chased my orgasm. “I’m coming… Fuck Sara here I come.” I gripped her hips and plunged in as my release shot out of me, filling her pussy again.

As I came down from my high, I held Sara around the waist. “Did you like that?” I whispered in her ear.

“Yes.” Her breath was still harsh as she leaned into her hands still against the wall.

“Had enough?” I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get it up again, but all of a sudden, I wanted to have her any and every way possible. I was on my honeymoon after all.

“I don’t know. I think I need a minute.”

I pulled out from and turned her. “Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head as she looked up at me. She had a loopy smile on her face. “I feel drunk.”

I laughed. “You look drunk.”

“Drunk on sex. Is that possible?” She looped her arms around my shoulders.

“I plan to find out.” I pushed her against the wall of the shower and sucked her tits.

“Oh god… it’s happening again.” Her head leaned against the wall of the shower as she closed her eyes and let me bring the magic to her body again.

It took me a little longer to get to full staff, I watched her face as I fucked her with my fingers until she was coming again, and I was ready. I hooked her leg around my waist and surged inside her.

She gasped. “I love how you fill me.”

Her words heightened the sensation. “Talk dirty to me,” I demanded. “Use that innocent mouth to turn me on.”

“Fuck me,” she gasped as I thrust into the hilt.

“More.”

“Come in me, Chase. Fill me with your cum.”

Ah hell yeah. I could feel the pressure building in my balls. “More.”

“Harder, Chase… Oh God, I’m coming again.”

Her pussy contracted as I thrust in, launching me to ecstasy again.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted. “I can feel your cum in me.”

I growled as her words sent another wave of pleasure through me and I shot another load inside her.

As I returned to earth again, the unsettling feeling also returned. I shouldn’t indulge in this. Yes, it could make this marriage of convenience more palatable, but I couldn’t afford to get used to it. I had one goal: secure leadership of Raven Industries. I couldn’t let my dick distract me from that.

But Jesus, it was so good with her. It couldn’t hurt to indulge on occasion. Sex had a way of taking the stress out of things. Besides, once she was pregnant, we’d stop, so why not get what I could while I could as long as she was willing to?

At the moment though, I thought she’d hit her limit. Her body felt limp in my arms.

“My bones are gone,” she murmured.

“Let’s get you to your bed.” I reached back and turned off the water. Then I lifted her into my arms and carried her out of the shower. I set her on the vanity and got a towel for each of us. Once we were dry, I carried her to her bed. I settled her in and started to leave.

Her hand gripped my arm. “Can you stay just for a little bit?”

Everything in my brain screamed “No.” But somehow, I ended up beside her, her lush body nestled next to mine.