His mouth descends, and I reach my first orgasm so fast that the room is spinning. I cry out as waves of pleasure consume me. He hasn’t even entered me yet. I’m this worked up just from his lips on my clit.
My husband thrusts his tongue into me while I’m still pulsing against his mouth.
A deep moan rumbles out of me. He hasn’t entered me with anything, but it feels so good. It’s only been a week since I was permitted to fill my pussy when masturbating, but it seems like longer, as if my pussy has been dormant for years.
After lapping at my juices, he wipes his mouth on the sheet and crawls up my body. His lips come to mine, and he kisses me. My flavor is heady as he feeds it to me.
I’m aware of his cock lining up with my entrance.
This is it.
He’s going to make me his in every way. He’s going to fill me with his heart and soul…and probably his child.
I tip my hips, silently inviting him to take me.
His thrust is hard and fast and so deep. It takes my breath away. I’ve used a lot of different toys, but none of them were as large as him. I’m stretched farther than I imagined, every inch of my pussy gripping him.
After the momentary shock, I squirm. “Brody… Do it again.”
He growls against my lips before pulling partly out and driving his cock back in.
Damn. I’ve never felt anything so amazing in my life.
The man I met only a few weeks ago is now my husband. My world. The father of my future children. He’s everything.
“I’m going to come, baby. I can’t hold back. You feel so fucking good wrapped around me. I’m going to come, and then we’re going to rest for a few minutes before we do this again.” He grins, his smile against mine.
“Please,” I beg, gripping his cock with my channel. “Fuck me.”
He growls again, so loud that people in town can probably hear his possessive claiming. And then he fucks me. Hard. Fast. My ears are ringing. He keeps grinding against my clit.
I come a second time, screaming out my release, the best I’ve ever experienced.
Brody joins me a second later, his cock pulsing deep inside me. I swear I can feel his release. His deep, satisfied groan makes me shiver. I love this man so much.
He kisses all over my face, whispering words I can’t discern. I catch love and mine repeated, though.
He’s still inside me when he lifts his head a few inches to smile down at me. “Fuck, Melody…”
I return the smile. “That was amazing.”
He uses his thumbs to stroke my cheeks. “Yeah? You think you can put up with my cock for the next fifty years? It’s pretty demanding. It’s going to want to be inside you a lot.”
I giggle, but a moment later, Brody eases out an inch and thrusts back in. My laughter disappears as my eyes roll back. How could I possibly want him again so soon? He hasn’t even pulled out.
“That’s my girl.” He continues fucking me, taking his time, slowly bringing every nerve ending inside me back to life. “Fuck, you feel good. My cock is still hard. I need to come again.” He kisses me.
I’m trembling as though I haven’t had two orgasms already. Desperation consumes me. My channel clings to him as I dig my fingers into his back and hold on tight.
After teasing with slow strokes, my husband picks up speed, thrusting faster. I swear his cock is harder than before. His face is tight as if he hasn’t had an orgasm in weeks, instead of a few moments ago.
My skin is sensitive. My pussy is swollen and greedy, the nerves seemingly more awake than before. When he grinds the base of his cock against my clit, I come yet again, my head lolling back and forth.
Brody’s second orgasm is just as forceful as the first, shocking me. I think it surprises him, too.
My pussy is slicker than ever, his come oozing out to coat my inner thighs.
“I love you,” he murmurs against my ear.
