I pushed in another inch and moved my hand to his base, giving him a light squeeze. I let us sit there so that I could get adjusted. I let go of his cock and moved my arms to above my head to lie there. I was on full display for him and right now my body was his to do with what he pleased.
He looked down at me and shifted his body so that he leaned over me, placing a hand on either side of my head to hold himself up, so that he didn’t put any weight on me. He made sure his cock never left my body as he moved. When he found just the right position, he pushed in another inch and I sucked in a breath. I was tight, a little too tight for someone who wasn’t a virgin, but I wasn’t going to tell him right now that our wedding night was the first time I had had sex since high school.
His lips landed on my nipple and with every inch Greg inserted he bit down, so I wouldn’t feel the pain too much. After three bites, his thighs were flush against mine. I threw my head back as he pulled out and then slammed back to me. The cry that escaped my throat was one I had never heard before. I sounded like a woman starved for sex.
Greg wrapped an arm around my waist and lifted my hips off the bed. He balanced me on his thighs as he pumped in and out of me, using my body for his pleasure. My breasts bounced back and forth from the force and I could feel the orgasm rising inside of me. His right hand moved from beside my head as he moved himself to sit up fully. He used the free hand to land directly onto my clit, torturing me with circular motions that weren’t sending me over the edge.
I looked to Greg who was silently watching me with bared teeth, fucking me like an animal. He knew what I needed with the silent plea I sent him, he knew I wanted the release only he could give me.
He pulled out and flipped me over, my stomach hitting the comforter on the bed, before he pulled me up so I had my knees on the bed and back flush against his front. He spread my legs out with his hands and sunk a little behind me, mimicking my stance. When he was down lower than I was he positioned his cock at my entrance and thrusted in. He had one hand on my abdomen, keeping me steady against him, and the other wrapped around my throat with my head tilted back to rest on his shoulder.
“This what you wanted?” He pulled out and thrust in again. “My thick cock coated in your sweet juices.”
I was left speechless by his words. I had never expected Greg to be such a dirty talker, but it was what I needed and we both knew it. He saw it when he threw me onto the bed and looked at my already wet pussy. Now he could feel it with each word he said as I contracted around him with arousal.
“Yes,” I managed to choke out. The grip he had on my neck only tightened as his pace quickened.
The buildup was coming faster and I knew from the way that Greg was now cursing in my ears that he was close, as well.
“Fuck!” He slammed fully into me and left himself there. I screamed out at the waiting orgasm that was now seeping out and molding between our thighs. It just made my body crave another, thinking of us being joined together like this, in the most intimate way possible. The way the Greg’s cock was growing once again inside of me, I knew he felt the same way.
He pulled his hand away from my throat and turned my face so that we could see eye to eye. He seemed like he wanted to say something, but he moved in for a kiss instead and devoured my lips. His hips started to rock again and this time I could hear him slipping in and out.
I moaned against his lips and he took the chance to rake his teeth across my bottom lip.
“Again?” His voice was hoarse and I knew he didn’t have to ask, but it made my heart soar that he did.
“Please.” My words came out as a plea again, but I wasn’t begging for him to fuck me like that again. No, I was begging him to not break my heart. Because that’s what this was right now. Now matter how much I thought this could work, the thoughts just kept slipping back in. The one thing I had been wanting for years was finally happening, and I didn’t know how to stop the inevitable. That heartbreak that could come at any second.
