When he carefully places a kiss on top of my clit, I roll my hips to get more friction, but he's gone. He opens me up carefully and starts licking me up and down my slit. My body is vibrating with need for him, but right now he's controlled.
"Jacob, baby. I need you inside me. I feel empty."
I know this plea will not give me his cock, only his fingers. As if on cue, he slides two fingers up my wet channel. The invasion is welcome, and I squeeze as hard as I can around his fingers. That'll make him wish he were inside me already.
You wouldn't know it by looking at him, but my Jacob can be very methodical when he sets his mind to do something. Like pleasure his wife. His tongue teases my clit while his fingers fuck me with a steady rhythm. This makes me start to fuck his face as hard as I can. My body already knows how to respond to him after a year of training.
When the sensations get too much for me, I start whimpering. It's my husband's cue to penetrate me. I know he wants me to come at least once before he's inside me, but this is our wedding night.
"Inside, Jacob. I want us to make a baby. I don't want to waste a single drop of your cum."
He goes up on his knees and unzips his trousers. His cock is hard and ready for me, and I gasp as it twitches with the need to be inside me. He strokes his cock from base to tip over and over with calculated movements.
"Is this what you want, wife?"
"Yes." I gasp again.
"Then you shall have it."
He nudges his cock at my entrance and gives me a heated look. When he pushes inside me, I let a moan out and pull him down to me. The fabric of his clothes is a little rough against my sensitive skin, but it helps me know that he's in charge and he'll take care of my every need. From this day forward. My husband.
I tug him in for a kiss and realize he's been keeping himself in check for me, but now that he's starting to let loose, his thrusts come faster and harder. It's like he wants to possess me. I respond, putting more passion into our locked lips, teasing his tongue with mine.
It can be a battle sometimes to see who comes up the victor. I always let him win, because that way I win too. I hear a groan come out of him and realize he's still trying to control everything, so I pull back from our kiss and look at him.
"You are my husband. You belong to me. You can give me all of you now. No need to hold back, Jacob."
His eyes light with a fire I don't always see, and if I thought his rhythm was punishing before, I wasn't really paying attention. As my husband puts his all into this claiming, I decide I need to let go as well. My moans start to grow in pitch and frequency as I get closer and closer to the edge.
Sometimes my husband will edge me for hours, and I'm glad that is not the case tonight. I need him too much for that. I need to be filled with his baby-making seed. When the dam bursts inside me, I yell out his name. I know the storm outside will muffle my cries of passion.
My pussy clenches around his cock like a vise and starts to milk him for all he's got. Pretty soon, his movements become erratic, and his hot cum is squirting inside my womb. He collapses on top of me, being mindful of his weight.
"You've just killed me, wife."
"And you've just claimed me, husband."
After a few moments, he gets off the bed and starts undressing. Finally, now we get to be skin to skin. I watch him carefully as he climbs back into the bed. He immediately draws me on top of him, and I sigh in relief. We're together, we're in love, and we're making babies for our future.
There's nothing more I could ask for than this.
Epilogue
5 years later
Marci
Ishouldn't have traveled this far into my pregnancy, but I can't miss my goddaughter's birthday. Samantha was born on Christmas Day five years ago. Sasha and I have been sort of competing child-wise since then. I have two little girls and a boyon the way. She has two little boys, and I suspect she is hiding her pregnancy from me.
You can just tell from the looks she and Brody have been giving each other. I grimace as my body complains about sitting this long. We're in the living room, and I can hear the men with the children from here. My husband has turned out to be the most loving father to our kids.
"Are you okay?" Sasha asks.
"Um, I'm not sure."
"Oh no, are we going to have another Christmas Day baby?"
"Shh. I don't want Jacob to know."
