Her internal protest flickered, this is too fast, too much, we just got married, but it drowned under the rush of heat pooling in her core, thighs quivering as his hands slid up her legs, thumbs pressing into the soft inner flesh.
"Every moment?" she whispered, half-laughing, half-moaning as his fingers brushed her outer lips, parting them with a wet schlick, the sound obscene in the stillness. Her clit throbbed under his gaze, aching for touch, and she bit her lip, tasting the faint mint from her bath.
"Damn right." Marcus lowered his head, breath hot against her nipple before his mouth latched on, sucking hard enough to draw a gasp from her, tongue flicking the pebbled bud with rough, wet laps.
