GLEE DISCLAIMER: Ryan Murphy is the genius behind Glee, not me.

AN: I adore sexy Mark Salling!

This is the sequel to "The Right Time Now", but it should be able to stand alone if you have not read the other story. (Although I strongly encourage it.) This will be shameless SMUT!

PLEASE review. I update often, but I still like feedback!

The door had barely shut behind them on the limo before Puck had pulled Rachel into his lap for a heated kiss. He ran his hands up her legs, beneath her beautiful white wedding dress. It had been two weeks since they'd had their alone time, and he was about to burst. He had rushed her out of their reception shamefully early, but she had promised earlier in the week… and he made her stick with it.

The limo was headed a good twenty minutes away to the hotel. He was not going to waste time not touching his wife. He kissed along her neck and breathed onto her soft skin.

"My wife is so beautiful." He whispered.

She shivered at his words, and his breath along her collar bone.

He stroked his hands up along her thighs, running small circles on her smooth skin.

He kissed her neck and inserted a finger beneath her folds. She was wet and warm.

"My wife is wet for me. She wants me."

She shivered again at his words. She turned her face toward his, hungry for more kisses.

He pressed his finger against her back wall, touching the rough patch and causing her to arch her back for more. He added another finger to her. She moaned his name.

"My wife likes it when I'm naughty with her."

She was starting to grind down on his fingers, wanting more. He stroked her hard and fast for a little while. When her voice rose an octave, he stopped and withdrew his fingers.

She looked up at him questioningly. He never left her hanging.

"Do you remember teasing me at the Schues?" he asked her. She narrowed her eyes at him. "Well, my love, two can play that game."

Before she could say another word, he kissed her and thrust his tongue into her mouth hungrily. He undid her dress so he could feast on her breasts. He ran his tongue over each one, and thumbed her nipples. Then he kissed her more. She was begging him for more.

"Noah, I need you. I need my husband. I want what you can do for me. What only you can do."

He put his fingers back inside her. When she tried to grind down, he held her hips down. When she settled with a groan, he started stroking in and out slowly. He pressed on her clit gently, and then withdrew his fingers again.

"Fuck, Noah."

He dipped his head under her dress and ran his tongue along her slit. She tried to get him to stay, but he lapped gently and then did a few more long, slow strokes.

"Not there. More. More." She begged, but he ignored her pleas.

"Baby, don't you remember how hard I was for you? Don't you remember planning to make me wait for this? Now you can wait. And wait. And wait."

She whimpered again.

"Please, Noah, please. I need more. I've missed you so much. I need your big cock inside me."
He grinned at her.

"Don't worry. You'll get more, but not yet."

She sagged against him. Boneless. She tried to reach down in his pants, but he evaded her probing fingers.

"No, baby, not yet."

He put his fingers inside her again. She pressed her clit against the rest of his hand, craving the pressure. He left it there for a few seconds, then pulled his whole hand out. She was too fucking hot. He wasn't going to let her get away with it.

He put her dress back on her neatly and helped her pin her hair back up. She was glaring at him now.

"I can't believe that's how you want to start our marriage- teasing me." She pouted angrily.

"Babe, I just want you to know what you did to me. This is how it fucking feels every time you tease and don't please. But don't worry, I intend to do more than my share of pleasing. All night if I have to."

The limo pulled up to the hotel, and the driver came around to let them out. Puck tipped the driver and thanked him. Since he had checked in earlier in the day, they strode straight into the elevator.

She dropped to her knees in the elevator and unzipped his pants. She pulled out his long, thick cock and started sucking on it, hard. He bobbed against the back of her throat as she took him all the way in.

"Fuck me, Rachel. Stop. We don't have enough time. We're only on the 5th floor." He tried to push her away, but it was difficult when his heart wasn't in it.

She got up when the bell dinged at their floor. He unlocked their room, and she walked in to look around. He had brought flowers earlier, classic red roses with white mixed in. They were on the table with a card that said "All my love, Noah". The bed had rose petals sprinkled across it. She looked at him adoringly.

"Just a minute, Noah. I have something special for tonight."

He groaned. Seriously. Lingerie was such a fucking waste when he was this goddamn hard.

She went into the bathroom and reappeared a few (thank fuck) minutes later. When she came out she was in a white lace demi bra with white lace panties and white stockings and a garter belt. She was beautiful and virginal looking, which was funny because he had taken her V-card himself just after high school. They had lived together for more than 6 months. His wife was no virgin.

He carried her to the bed, where he undid her garter belt and slid her stockings down her body. Then he carefully removed her bra and panties until she was naked beneath him on the bed. He kissed her legs and slid his tongue back up to her slit. This time he kept it on her clit until she cried out his name and came in crashing waves. Then he put his fingers in her and moved them back and forth until she was writhing again. He put his tongue back on her clit and kept his fingers moving as she ground out down on his hand. She came a second time, and became even more vocal.

"Noah, you. I need all of you." She begged.

He had long ago stripped off his own clothes, and he carefully placed his dick at her entrance. He was as excited (almost) as the first time he'd done this almost 8 years ago. He pushed into her, and groaned with the ecstasy of her.

"Wait, we need condoms," she said pushing against his chest. She had recently switched birth control pills and condoms were recommended for the first month.

"Seriously," he said as he pushed into her deeper. "You want me to pull out and put a fucking condom on when it feels this good?"

He pushed into her again. Her tight body wrapped around him and pulled him in further with each stroke. She moaned against him.

"Noah. Noah. Noah."

That was his answer. He stroked into her slowly, deepening their connection with each thrust.

"Faster. Harder." She was begging.

He wanted to make it last, but he knew she was close, and damn if he couldn't feel his boys tightening up too. He increased the pace and she started thrashing her head back and forth. She let out a keening cry of ecstasy as they came together, for the first time as husband and wife.

"Damn, babe. My wife is so fucking hot in the sack."

She smiled at him. "My husband's a fucking stud."