It’s not until Sofia starts rolling her hips that I realize I’ve stopped moving, too stunned to even act. No, I didn’t think I would be bedding my virgin wife tonight. The thought that I will be the first man to touch her has the need inside of me doubling.
With a growl, I grab her other knee and bring it to my shoulder. Her surprised cry rings in the air as I sweep her feet completely off the ground before burying my face back between her thighs and licking her clit like a man set to stake claim. Sofia moans in pleasure as her juices slick down my jaw andbeard until she’s all I can taste. I push down the need to shove my hand into my pants and grab my throbbing dick, instead, pouring everything into her. Craving her pleasure like I never have before.
She begins to shake, her breath heaving in and out of her as her pussy begins quivering against my tongue. I take her clit back between my lips and suckle at the bud, hard and fast. Her back jolts off the wall with a cry. “Matteo,” she sobs, her pussy clenching hard around my tongue.
I dig my hand into her waist and hold her in place as she shatters from the orgasm, holding back my own need to spill into my slacks like some inexperienced teenager. I suckle her clit through the orgasm, groaning as her arousal runs down my chin, permanently marking me with her scent.
My cock is hard as stone and aching when her legs drop from my shoulders, and I finally emerge from underneath her dress, blood roaring in my head. I can barely think beyond the need to fuck my wife. I allow myself a second to take in her flushed face and those dazed eyes before slamming my mouth on hers, kissing her greedily and feeding her the sweet taste of her pleasure clinging to my tongue.
My hand weaves into her hair, holding her in place as I lick into her mouth, rolling my hips against her stomach in an attempt to ease the ache in my pants. But it stays. "I need you," I growl, my fist tightening around her hair. “Need to be inside of you now, Sofia.”
“Do it,” she whispers, running her hand up my chest before locking it around my neck, arching into me.
I trail my free hand down her back, hoping for some kind of zipper to free the dress, but instead, I feel a million tiny buttons I can barely grasp. I reach for the first, but it simply slipsfrom my fingers, heightening my frustration. “Fuck, tell me now if you need to save this dress before I rip it off.”
“Don’t care,” she whimpers, her breathing sawing in and out of her as she rises on her tiptoes to chase my lips. “My mother picked it out for me. I don’t care what happens to it.”
"Good," I spin her around so she's facing the wall, then grip the top of the dress before yanking hard. A few dozen small buttons fly off, and the bodice slides down, bunching at her waist. The need to see her naked has me ripping it down the rest of the way until it's pooling at her feet, leaving her naked. I spin her back around and take her lips in another searing kiss as I lift her into my arms. She wraps her arms around my neck, kissing me back with just as much fervor as I carry her to bed.
Red and white rose petals cover the duvet and flutter when I lower her onto the bed. I push back and slowly strip out of my jacket, watching her as I do so. Her lips part in a breath when I unbutton my shirt, and there is no missing the pleasure that crosses her face.
“Like what you see?” I tease. She blushes but doesn’t pull her gaze away as I strip out of the rest of my clothes.
Her eyes widen when my cock bobs, hard and angry. I read the nerves in her eyes and she backs up when I climb into the bed with her. “Matteo,” she whispers, her eyes ricocheting from my cock to my face. "Your… that's… it won't fit."
I smile, grabbing her ankle and yanking her under me, “Scared?”
And there's that stubborn look on her face again as she juts her chin. "I'm not scared," she says but swallows when her eyes drop back to my cock. “I… I’ve seen a... a…”
“Dick?”
She flushes so prettily, I could kiss her. So I do. I kiss her deeply until she begins to relax under me, enough that she starts running her hands over my chest, moaning as she traces my muscles in feather-light touches. Her fingers light yet another fire in me that begs for me to ram my cock into her tightness, but I hold back.
Patience.
I’m not known for having patience in the field, but here, with the most beautiful woman known to mankind, I cling to it. I kiss her as I nudge my cock against her tight entrance, fighting to hold back.
“This is going to hurt, baby,” I rasp, breaking the kiss to meet her eyes. “But I’ll make it all better. I promise you.”
The meaning of my words registers, and her eyes widen in surprise. “You know? About the… me?”
“Yes.”
"And you… don't mind?"
“Mind?” I laugh but without mirth, taking her hand and bringing it between us so she can touch my cock. “Does that feel like someone who minds? I ache for you, Sofia.” Her eyes light up with surprise as if it's so far-fetched for a man to want her with such desperation, but I do. “I need to know that you want this too, baby. I can wait if you’re not ready.”
“You would stop?”
“I know it’s our wedding night, but you don’t owe me this. I’ll respect your decision on the matter."
Her eyes gather with tears that she quickly blinks away. “No, I’m ready,” she says softly, sliding her fingers up my neck and to my nape, threading through my hair as those eyes lock onto mine. “I want this… with you.”
“Are you sure?”
She nods, pulling my lips back to hers. I keep my mouth pressed to hers as I grab my cock and rub the head of the shaft over her sex, gathering her arousal onto the tip before pressing it to her entrance. I make no further move, giving her time to relax against me.
She moans into the kiss and slowly starts arching against me, rubbing her nipples against my chest and driving me insane with the movement. “Matteo,” she whimpers, scaling her hands up and down my arms, rolling her hips against my cock. “Please.”
