“Please,” I gasp, my back arching, and it has my husband rub the hell out of my clit. The sound escaping me is something between a sob and a whimper, and as pleasure pulses through my body, every muscle tenses.
I feel Augusto position his cock at my entrance, and the instant I lose all strength and my body turns to Jell-O, he surges forcefully inside me.
A cry is ripped from me as the sharp, burning pain from last night comes back tenfold.
“Christ, Yuki,” he groans. “Sorry, my love.” He slams deeper inside me, the pain increasing drastically for a few seconds before it starts to lessen.
I gasp my way through the initial shock of the unexpected pain while Augusto peppers my face with kisses.
“Are you all the way in?” I ask, my tone hoarse.
He lifts his head to meet my eyes and gives me a proud smile. “Yes. You’re a fucking tight fit, but I’m in.”
“Thank God,” I sigh with relief.
“How’s the pain?”
“It’s getting better.” The corner of my mouth lifts as I wrap my arms around his neck. “You can fuck me.”
His eyes darken again, and I pick up that it’s a turn on for him if I curse during sex.
His mouth nips at mine, then he growls, “It feels like I’m getting to take your virginity twice.” He braces a forearm beside my head, and gripping hold of my jaw with his other hand, he crushes his mouth to mine. As the kiss turns hungry and wild, he pulls out before surging back inside me.
I feel every thick, long inch of him forcing my inner walls to wrap around him, and he hits so deep, the pain returns.
When I flinch, he breaks the kiss, asking, “You okay?”
“Just keep going. I think it will get better if I get used to your size.”
My husband doesn’t wait for a second invitation and begins to move. Luckily for me, I’m right, and with every thrust, the pain lessens until there’s none. Finally, I can focus on how it feels to have him so deep inside me.
I feel every solid inch of my husband’s body rub against mine as he keeps filling me with brutal strokes, and soon I’m completely lost in the feel of his cock claiming me.
His eyes take mine captive, and I see the emotions on his face before he says, “I love you, my wife. So fucking much.”
My eyes mist with happy tears, because this is all I wanted for the longest time. To be a woman who’s loved by a man.
“I love you, too,” I whisper, saying the words for the first time in eleven years.
He lowers his head, and as his mouth takes mine in a tender kiss, it feels as if he’s worshiping me. His pace slows down, and every time he pushes his cock into me, his tongue strokes over mine.
When I realize he’s not fucking me, but making love to me, everything I feel for him explodes like fireworks through my heart.
We connect on a level I didn’t know existed, and when we find our release at the same time, we inhale each other's moans of pleasure.
After we come down from our orgasms, Augusto stills inside me. His eyes find mine with a tender look, and the corner of his mouth lifts.
“What?” I whisper.
“Sex with you is a religious experience. Being so deep inside you feels like home to me.”
Grinning at him, I say, “I like that.”
He doesn’t pull out, but instead, wraps his arms around me, letting out a satisfied sigh. “Now that I’m finally inside you, I don’t want to pull out. I love feeling your tight walls around my cock.”
I begin to trail random patterns on his back as I relish in the feel of all his weight bearing down on me.
I could sleep like this.
