Put Out My Fire

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS R-18. IT CONTAINS MATURE CONTENTS NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS]

On the cliffs of the sacred valley in Peru, a glass pub served as the accommodation for the honeymooners, Christopher and Amanda. 

The two were getting ready for action after Christopher hastily removed his clothes and that of Amanda's. 

Pursing her lips, Amanda brought herself further to the bed. She watched as Christopher climbed up, walking like a hungry lion. 

She chuckled, seeing him lick his own lips. "Seriously, this isn't the first time we've done it - "

Her words were cut off by his mouth touching hers. He gave her one soft kiss, creating that gentle smacking sound. Then another and another. 

He let her lay on the bed completely before resting next to her. He grabbed on to her neck and began giving her a real kiss, this time around. 

Amanda closed her eyes. She relished on the feel of his cold lips, sometimes receiving his tongue. 

Gasping, she savored on his flavor. She loved his manly taste while her hand rested on his solid chest. Yes, she loved his chest, even more, the feel of his firm biceps. She failed not to trace against his well-molded arms before reaching his muscled back. 

Having trained for so long, fighting a war against Oscoria, Christopher was utterly well built and Amanda desired that part about him. 

She took a deep breath when Christopher kissed the side of her neck. Her eyes fluttered, and she bit her own lip at his forthright sucking on her skin. 

Hearing his wife start to make erotic sounds, he further moved on top of her, spreading her thighs with his legs. 

Amanda's hands eagerly roamed his back as he urged his weight on her. She willingly wrapped one of her legs around his waist. 

"Kiss me," she asked as her eyes turned absolutely dreamy. 

Christopher left the crook of her neck to kiss her lips once more. They indulged in a deep kiss, further widening the opening of their mouths, thrusting their tongues, and getting them intertwined like there was no tomorrow. 

Electricity quickly ran through their bodies, feeling the heat of the moment. They haven't even begun the real deal. 

Christopher ground on Amanda, rubbing his soft and angry rod on her pelvic area. It all the more made him feel amorous than he already was. He could not help but pull away, taking a breather from their kiss and cursed. "Fuck, it feels so good."

Just the feel of Amanda's soft skin was enough for his thoughts to run wild. He wanted to feel every inch of her. 

He sat up and said, "Turn around, my love."

Her chest was heaving from the indecent actions he just did, still unable to fathom his words. Her brows drew together as she asked, "What?"

"My love, turn around. I want to kiss your back," he repeated himself. 

She did as he asked, teasing him with a sexy pose. She raised her behind and grabbed on her breast before completely sowing off her sexy back and well-shaped two round flesh. 

Christopher gave himself a good handjob, just eyeing her beautiful frame. While he acknowledged, Amanda gained a little weight, especially her stomach, she was still utterly sexy. 

He pushed her hair to the side of her neck and lowered himself. This time, he kissed on the back of her neck and down her shoulder-blades. As he did so, he failed not to burry his incredible size in between her bottom cheeks. 

"Aaaahhh." A soft moan escaped her lips, feeling Christopher's length pumping through her ass. She thought, 'Damn, it feels so erotic and I love it!'

Not a moment too soon, he climbed down on her back, gently trailing kisses down to the back of her waist. He captured her bottom cheeks, grabbing it with his hands before taking a bite. 

"Mmmmmm." It was supposed to be painful, but it felt so damn good to Amanda. She gasped and moaned, "Yeah. Mmmmm."

Amanda felt his tongue swirling against her soft behind, moving from one cheek to another. She looked back with difficulty and marveled at the sight of him devouring her ass. 

As if his thirst had been quenched, Christopher hissed. He spread Amanda's two-round flesh and looked carefully at the pink slit in between. He said, "It's so beautiful, my love. You are so beautiful."

He put his hand in between her thighs and gently rubbed against her rose up and down. 

"Aaahhhh... Aaaaahhhhhaaaa... Damn!" Amanda moaned louder as she clenched her hands onto the sheets. He was simulating her peach wonderfully that she was losing her senses. "It feel's so good... Aaahhhh!"

Christopher wanted to get rough, but he knew too well to be gentle with his hands. He touched her down there with enough pressure to heighten her arousal, sometimes just giving a feather-light motion. 

When he saw Amanda frequently twitched, he raised her behind and focused on her peach. This time around, he used his tongue to tease her. 

Amanda swore she nearly lost vision. Her eyes rolled up to her eyelids the second she felt his tongue on her clit. It was cold, and it gave her rose a good stimulation. 

Once again, she was ravaged hungrily. Her husband turned into a beast at the taste of her sweet rose. 

Drowned in a sea of pleasure, Amanda found herself reaching climax, following the expert flicking of Christopher's tongue on her clit. She was sent mildly convulsing in no time. 

'Indeed, wet achieved', she thought.

Just as she was savoring the pleasure, she felt the tip of his angry rod against her wet entrance. "Aahhhh! Fuck!"

Christopher also cursed as soon as he pushed himself inside of her. He was now sitting on top of her, his rod, clearly entering her rose. 

"Fuck," he said before biting his lip. He moved just a little to see how her peach fully engulfed him. Her bottom lips were hugging him tightly, and it felt thoroughly stirring for him. 

For some time, he did the same, slowly thrusting in and out of her while sitting from her behind. He adored how he could hold her two-round flesh at the same time, watch as he entered his wife. 

"Chris, please kiss me," pleaded Amanda. She too was losing it. She sensed his thickness touching her every side, and she was going crazy. 

They moved into a spooning position, with Amanda's leg resting on his thigh. He covered her lips as she turned to him sideways while maintaining his to and fro motion, slamming his hips against her well shaped behind. 

She kissed him with difficulty, but she did not care. She wanted to taste his tongue, his lips, and his flavor while getting banged. 

When Christopher sped his thrusting, Amanda yelped and arched her back. He held her tight on the waist while sometimes kneading her breast, keeping her steady. His hand went under her torso and grabbed a breast, allowing his other hand to move to her clit. 

He expertly fingered her while pounding on from her behind, and it made Amanda so wet. 

Amanda was soaked that the music of his thrusting created that wet plunging sound. It added to that smacking harmony of their flesh from Amanda's behind. 

The moaning and gasping resonated throughout the small space of their capsule accommodation and they could feel the glass pub moving along with their love-making. 

"Yeah, do it faster! Faster!" She demanded, and it was music to Christopher's ears. 

Thrusting two to three times per second, there was barely time to breathe, but he maintained doing so for it was his wife's will and of course, it felt damn good to him!

"Urrgghhhh!" He finally reached conclusion, pushing his hips upward against her entrance. "Uggghhh! Fuck!"

He gripped on to her waist and pushed three more times until he was sure there was nothing left.

Christopher kissed on Amanda's back before resting himself on the other side of the bed. He said, "I can do this all day and all night."

True enough, Christopher was true to his word. He made love to Amanda in the next two days. He noticed however that Amanda's belly was strangely bigger than the other day. He teased her, saying she was eating too much on their vacation. 

Amanda only blamed the fact that they could not trek outside, for it was a cliff the second they step outside their capsule. 

On the third morning of their stay, Amanda had another dream. He saw the same young boy he dreamt about a few weeks ago. The boy was frowning, and he crossed his arms against his chest. He said, "Stop it, mother! I don't want it to get cramp in here! I'm going to grow up faster now so you realize my existence."

"Ahhhhh!" Amanda woke up to Christopher's scream. Her brows furrowed as she fluttered her eyes open. She said, "Why are you screaming?!"

Amanda was raising her torso from the bed when Christopher pointed to her belly. She frowned and looked down, seeing the bigger bump on her stomach. It was three times the diameter from yesterday. 

She fainted outright. 

"Amanda? Love? My love? Wake up." He pulled her closer to him and shook her to wake. "Maybe it's just fats?!" 

Of course, he doubted his own words, but when he accidentally touched her stomach and suddenly felt it moving. He gulped and said, "Or.... maybe not."