I frown at him, even though he can’t see it because he’s looking at the road. “What do you think?”
“Sex, I hope.”
“Obviously.”
He chuckles at that, and it might be just my imagination, but it seems like he drives a little faster.
After another twenty minutes, we arrive home and close the door behind us, locking the rest of the world out. I place myself before him and look at him. Really look at him. When I met him a year ago, I had no idea we’d be married today. I mean, sure, I thought he was good-looking when I saw him, but onthat day, he was just standing in the cake shop, looking at me without saying anything. And when he spoke, it was in English. He was everything I believed I didn’t like, but oh... my body was screaming something else. And it didn’t stop until I finally listened.
He looks happy now, letting out a soft, satisfied breath as I look deep into his eyes. I move closer, wrapping my arms around him and returning his smile before pulling him in for a warm, lingering kiss. The feeling that comes over me is the same as what I had in the car: everything is the same, including kissing him, but somehow it’s different. I wonder if that will remain when we have each other in bed. That’s something I intend to find out sooner rather than later. This is far from our first time having sex, but it is, after all, our first time as husbands.
“Lock the door,” I whisper. “And turn off your phone. This is our night; we need no interruptions.”
He turns toward the door, and watching him lock it makes my stomach churn. The feeling of excitement only grows when he says, “I turned off my phone hours ago for that very reason.”
I chuckle just before he leans in to kiss me, making the moment more special. As seconds pass, our touching becomes more eager and passionate. My tiredness doesn’t change that; my body still aches for him the same way it always has.
Without another word, we make our way into the bedroom. There, we slowly dispose of each other’s clothes. Every layer of our suits is deliberately removed, each movement carrying meaning. We have all night, and we intend to use it. I take my time removing his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. Even though I loved seeing him in his wedding suit, I’ll appreciate having him without it even more. As I take off his boxers, I slow my pace further. He does the same with mine. Once we’re standing in front of each other, completely naked, I’m rewarded by one of his maddeningly slow, lustful looks as he lets his eyes slide overmy body. Goodness, I don’t think I’ll ever tire of him looking at me that way. Like he wants to lick me from head to toe before devouring me, which I’m sure he’ll do soon enough.
Soft, exploring caresses follow, during which we worship each other’s bodies as though it’s our first time together. But my body knows what’s coming, and it’s savoring every second of it, my dick having grown to full size. A shiver runs down my spine when Cody’s thumb softly runs along the back of it, and I let out a soft moan.
He takes that as encouragement to take things further, picks me up into his arms, and lowers me onto the bed. We lie there naked and wrapped in each other’s arms, surrounded by soft light. While kissing, I keep reminding myself of what happened today—we got married. We’re husbands. Somehow, that makes what we’re doing now even more meaningful. And I want to make sure it stays that way.
“I want this to be extra special, so... can I be on top this time?” I ask between kissing him.
He chuckles softly. “We haven’t done that before.”
“Exactly. It’s our wedding night, so why not try something new? I’m a fast learner, and we can figure it out together, right?”
“Yes. We definitely can,” he says, his eyes filled with love. “We can do anything.”
Those words make my heart flutter. I nod, and more slow kissing and caressing follows. As things start to heat up, Cody moves toward the nightstand to grab the lube. He squirts some on his fingers and uses it to prepare me. He takes his time to ensure I’m ready, turning it into a game like he sometimes does, almost making me come with his fingers. I have to say, I’m a little disappointed when he stops before I reach my peak, but I understand. This is not the main act, after all.
When he’s done, he lubes his cock up too, right in front of me, where I can follow the exact motions of his hand. I look at himas the lube makes his thick cock glisten more and more. I can’t stop staring at it—his dick is both beautiful and impressive. And what makes it even better is that he sees me staring, turned on and growing stiffer by the second, which arouses him further. And that only arouses me further. I love it. If you ask me, we’re perfect for each other.
“You ready, baby?” he asks me as he lets go of his cock and places himself flat on the bed, facing me.
I nod. His thick cock is dangling in front of me, and I find myself wondering how I’m going to get it inside me. It’ll be different from when he does it, no doubt, and it vaguely reminds me of the first time we had sex. I only managed that because of him—because of his patience and efforts.
And seeing as this is another first time for us, I might need those again.
I move my eyes away from his cock to meet his gaze. “You’ll help me?”
“Whatever you need, princess.”
That was the final push I needed. It’s like he said: we can do anything together.
I bring myself forward and put my legs on either side of him, resting on my knees to hold myself up. Then I wrap my fingers around his cock, take a deep breath, and start lowering myself until I feel it poking against my asshole.
I press down, he pushes up, and after some shifting and maneuvering, the tip of his cock slides in. Now that I’m here with still quite a way to go, he feels bigger for some reason, and it feels a little impossible again, but the lube helps, and so does my excitement. Yes, I definitely like this. Cody is underneath me in complete submission. He’ll do whatever I want him to, and knowing that is as hot as it gets.
That and knowing he’s now my husband.
It’s like something in me shifts, as if a hunger suddenly takes over, and I can’t turn it down. Nor do I want to.
“Don’t come until I do,” I say as I slowly lower myself further onto his cock.Once he’s completely inside of me, an odd sense of pride fills me. I’ve taken him all the way in on my first time trying to ride him.
He huffs and nods, and I know he’s already struggling to hold himself back. I can guess why; I’m moving slowly, putting up quite a show for him.Mon Dieu, that makes it even better. Just for the fun of it, I’ll drag this out and see how long I can take it for—how long I can torture him in the best way possible. We have all night, after all. No one in their right mind will think to disturb us until morning.
