I nod and cup his face. “I want to try.”
He smiles and kisses me gently. I feel him reaching for the bottle of lube, and then his fingers are pressing against my ass, coating me in the lube until it’s dripping down my ass crack.
“Don’t I need to roll over?”
“No, baby, I can do it like this.”
He positions my legs so they’re resting on his shoulders and then tilts me up before pressing the head of his cock against my puckered hole. My body tenses. It’s impossible not to, and when he feels it, he cups my face and kisses me slowly.
“Just relax, baby. I’ve got you.”
He distracts me with the soft caress of his tongue along mine and the feel of his hand sliding down to cup one of my breasts. Pinching my nipple, he sucks my tongue and presses harder against me, working himself beyond the tight ring of muscle.
“Fuck,” he groans when his head starts to slide in.
I moan at the warring sensations. It feels taboo as hell, and although there is a burning sort of pain, it’s not all bad. I can feel the pleasure right beneath it, urging my body to relax so I can fully embrace and enjoy it.
“Take a breath for me, baby,” Valeri whispers against my lips.
I do as he says and take in a big lungful of air before slowly blowing it out. As soon as I do, he slides in some more, pulling a gasp from me at how fucking big he feels.
“Good girl, baby. Good fucking girl.” He groans and feeds me another inch. “Play with your pussy, sweetheart. Let me hear how much you like me fucking your ass.”
Sliding a hand between us, I push my dress up even more and cup my pussy, feeling the cum that’s leaking out of me, but also my own arousal. It soaks my hand as I start to work myself. Sliding two fingers in, I fuck myself as Valeri slides in the rest of the way, making me feel fuller than I ever thought possible.
“Fuck,” he groans, hearing the wet, erotic sounds of my greedy cunt, the evidence of how much I like his cock in my ass. “You’re so sloppy wet, baby. This is how I always want you—needy, dripping wet, and begging for my dick.”
“Yes,” I moan, because I couldn’t agree more.
“Make yourself come.” He nips my bottom lip and gives my nipple another pinch. “Rub your swollen clit with your slippery fingers, and then I want you to slide three fingers into your little cunt when you start to come. I want both your holes stuffed when you scream my name.”
I nod my head because I’m too far gone to form words. He slides his tongue between my lips, kissing me deeply while he thrusts into my ass even harder and my fingers run over my clit, circling my bundle of nerves as I tease myself, drawing out the pleasure. When I feel the beginnings of the orgasm, I back off, letting it taper off before I start to rub myself again. I’m completely drunk on pleasure, every nerve ending lit up and sparking.
“Are you edging yourself, sweetheart?” He pulls back with a sexy grin on his face.
“Yeah,” I admit. “Is that okay?”
His smile grows. “Fuck yes it is. Keep doing it.”
I run my fingers over my clit again, surprised when he brings a hand up and covers my mouth with it. His eyes meet mine before he says, “Trust me, baby,” and clamps my nose shut, completely taking away my air. “Keep teasing yourself,” he says, his words pushing through my panicked brain.
It’s only been seconds. There’s no way in hell I’m in danger of suffocating, so I tell my thinking mind to fuck off and start to rub my clit. My lungs start to burn, but I keep going, feeling my body stir back to life. When I’m seconds away, I start to wiggle beneath him, needing air, and as soon as I do, he releases his hand. I suck in a lungful of air, feeling it course through me, and the sensation is so euphoric that I can’t help but smile and look at him in surprise. He gives me a wink and clamps his hand down again.
I keep edging myself while he switches between denying and allowing me air. The whole time he slowly fucks my ass and keeps his eyes locked on mine. It’s the most intimate thing I’ve ever experienced. I put myself completely in his hands, giving everything over to him, including the very air I need to live.
When I let out a whimper the next time he releases his hand, he kisses me and says, “Does my wife need to come?”
“Yes,” I moan, knowing I can’t hold out much longer. My whole body is shaking, and the orgasm is so fucking close I can feel it right beneath the surface, just out of reach.
“Come for me, baby,” he growls, allowing me one last breath before covering my mouth and nose again. He fucks me harder while I rub my clit with a frenzied desperation. It doesn’t take long before my whole body is tensing with pleasure. I slam three fingers into my pussy, and my eyes roll back in my head at the sensation of feeling so full I’m about to split. He pulls back his hand as I suck in air, pressing the meaty part of my palm against my clit, coaxing another orgasm out of my already spent body while he pulses inside my ass with his own release. It’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt, and I revel in every sensation, letting it consume me.
When we both start to come down, I can’t do anything except breathe. My limbs feel too heavy, and I don’t have the strength to move them.
“Jesus Christ,” he groans, resting the side of his head against my chest and letting out a soft laugh. “I may not survive this honeymoon. I think you’re trying to kill me, sweetheart.”
I smile and stroke his cheek. “I think the wedding dress is officially defiled.”
He laughs. “I think so too. We did good.”
