She responded by staring at me with her beautiful eyes, and then she placed one small hand on my chest. “I want this.”
Those words were my undoing. I picked her up and set her ass on the island. She gasped but obligingly lifted her hips when I grabbed the scrap of lace and pulled it down and off her legs.
I held her gaze, which was wide with wonder, as I held her hands and slowly lowered her onto her back with her knees bent over the edge of the counter. She hissed and arched as her skin hit the cool granite. She’d be burning hot in a moment.
I spread her legs apart and feasted my eyes on her perfect velvet pussy. It was begging to be ravished.
God help me.
I vowed to take this slow and stay in control. I knew this was her first time, and I needed to take care not to scare or overwhelm her. I could do that.
I just needed to take this slow.
The moment my mouth made contact with her sweet wet heat, I was awash in her trust, her softness and her sweet, willing vulnerability.
It hit me all at once. It was too intimate, too honest.
Too Mila.
My body overrode every rational thought. I could feel the dam crack, and I completely lost control. I was like a starved man, feasting on her sweetness, her juicy desire, her velvety softness, and I didn’t let up.
I didn’t give even give her a moment to breathe.
With my mouth still between her legs, I reached up and palmed her beautiful breasts, pushing down her bra none too gently so I could touch those perfect nipples. Just to tease, I alternated between flicking her with my tongue and tugging on those nipples. And then her fingers were digging into my skull, mashing my face further into her as she arched into my mouth.
It took three minutes of me wildly fucking her with my tongue before her hips were bucking against my face. She archedwith her orgasm, lifting her hips off the counter as she ground herself into my mouth.
“Oh, god,” she cried out with abandon, as her fingers clawed at the counter. “Oh, Axel, oh my god.”
And then her hands were pushing my mouth off her sensitive parts as she came apart.
I lifted my head to watch her. When she began to come down, our eyes met. She looked soft and feminine and more beautiful than I had ever seen her.
“Axel,” she breathed.
But I hadn’t even come close to quenching my need for my wife.
She gasped with shock when I lifted her into my arms and gently carried her to the nearest soft piece of furniture. Fittingly, it was the ottoman.
“On your hands and knees,” I bossed her.
Her legs were shaking, but she obeyed me.
I nearly lost all control when she tossed her hair and looked over her shoulder at me. I don’t think she meant to be seductive, but I had never seen anything sexier in my life.
I softly caressed the curve of her perfect ass cheek, swallowing hard as waves of hot desire coursed through my body.
“Spread your legs.” My voice was rough.
Her eyes widened in delighted shock, and she moved so she was kneeling and spread open like some sort of sex goddess who’d come to destroy me with my own fantasies.
I smoothed the roundness of her ass before sliding my hand between her legs. Her pussy was slippery with her desire. She moaned and jerked her hips when my fingers gently teased her. Using the tips of my fingers, I repeatedly traced her entrance, marveling at how wet and aroused she was, until she was moving her hips in time with my circles.
I reached forward and grabbed her hair in my fist so I could gently pull her head back. I watched as her back naturally arched, tilting her pelvis into the perfect position.
My dick was throbbing in pain, but I managed to ignore it while I focused on giving my virgin wife more pleasure than she had ever felt before.
I introduced two fingers, curling them inside of her until I found her inner secret spot.
