Ray sat on the queen bed in her hotel room, wrapped up in her new husband's favorite jacket, waiting patiently for him.
"Ray? Have you seen my-" he walked in, trailing off at the sight of her.
"Yes, Zack?" He fell silent. Moving swiftly, he pinned her to the bed with a wrist in each hand.
"When did I say you could wear that?" His voice dropped low, his hot breath against her ear.
"Maybe I just wanted to."
"Maybe you should be punished. You really shouldn't take things that don't belong to you, Ray." Her face flushed. His mouth met the nape of her neck, his teeth grazing the soft flesh.
"Ahh.. don't tease me Zack..."
"Now where's the fun in that?" His lips trailed down her chest, laying soft kisses along her skin. She let out a soft sigh of pleasure.
"Oh Zack..." He flashed her a devilish grin, continuing to kiss down her stomach. He peeled the hoodie away from her skin, his lips attaching to her inner thigh. He sucked. Her legs jerked, bending and squirming against his kisses.
His hand clasped around her hips, tight. He held her still, forcing her not to move.
Having finished leaving his mark against her thigh, he moved to her other leg. He dragged his tongue up her leg, locking eye contact with her. That same devilish grin spread across his face when he saw how she blushed and panted, her eyes glossed over with lust and desperation.
"Please Zack, please, I'll do anything, please!" He moved back up to her face, kissing her lips once, firmly yet gentle.
"That's a good girl, Ray."
She sat up as he pulled away from kissing her, her hands unbuckling his pants. Still, they kept holding each other's gaze.
He pushed her down again, roughly tearing her white underwear away from her body. His eyes, mis-dilated as always, burned with a passion she'd become on-so familiar with. She gave a slight nod- barely though the motion before she felt the familiar harsh pressure of him thrusting his cock deep as he could into her. She yelled out in pleasure, her legs and arms around his waist and shoulders.
"Ah, fuck, Ray..." He waited a moment before slowly rocking back and forth inside her, his lips finding bare skin to kiss. His kisses quickly turned into licking, which turned to sucking, and then biting. He kept one hand around her waist, holding her tightly, while his other hand massages her chest.
The girl was a whimpering, moaning, begging mess as he kissed, touched, and fucked every inch of her.
It didn't take the two of them very long- they both held out until they couldn't keep it inside anymore.
"Fuck, Ray!" His voice was low, his breath hitching and ragged.
"Oh god... Zack.." She breathed heavily, her eyes falling shut. Zack rolled off his new wife's body, pulling her into his chest. He lay a kiss on her head.
"Goodnight, Ray Foster."