Carlo’s eyes are beautiful. Burning and intense. Full of lust and desire. Barely any conflict at all. He is doing so well. He’s learning quickly what he likes and what is good for him.
I shuffle backwards. I line his cock up to my wet and open hole. The hole he opened up so well.
I hold his dark gaze as I start to sink down.
Oh lord. The burn. The stretch. He is big, and I feel all tingly from just cumming. This is a lot. It’s almost too much. But I’m going to do it. I want to. I want to take my husband. I want to have the love of my life’s hard cock deep inside me, rearranging my guts and making me feel so good.
Carlo reaches for me, but the chains clang and bring him up short. He snarls in frustration.
“Slowly, Ginni. You keep going too fast. You are going to hurt yourself. There is no rush.”
I slow down. Savoring things is not a bad idea.
“That’s it.” He nods encouragingly. “Now breathe. Big slow breaths.”
I obey my husband, and his face lights up.
“Now, bear down against me. Like you are trying to push me out.”
I close my eyes and follow his guidance. There is a strange sensation, almost like a pop, and suddenly he is in. I pant in relief.
“Good boy,” says Carlo, his voice husky and ragged.
I moan and sink the rest of the way down. He is all the way inside me. Firm. Solid. Divine. I’m so full. Stuffed and stretched. I love it more than words can say.
“Now wait. Give your body time to adjust,” Carlo rumbles.
“I know.”
I love that he cares so much, but I’m not a sexual novice. I have done a ton of research and practiced with dildos. And it’s not like this is our first time. I had my debut on our wedding night. And there was the Twitch Stream. He really doesn’t need to worry about me so much.
My insides quiver. A little spasm of clenching around him.
I throw back my head and moan. “You feel better every time.”
Carlo grunts. “Cristo, Ginni. Don’t say shit like that.”
“Why not? It’s true.” I smile.
He swears and shudders. “Okay. Move now… please.”
I grin. “Anything you want, my dear husband.”
I lift up a little and sit back down. Oh. Oh my. That feels amazing. I’m going to get hard again, I can just tell. But for now, I can concentrate on Carlo. He gave me a lovely orgasm with his tongue, so now all my urgency has gone and I can fully focus on his needs.
I lift up again. I undulate my hips. I try squeezing my core muscles and holding him tight.
I stare into his eyes. I examine his face. I map every twitch. Every widening of his pupils. Every bead of sweat that gathers on his brow. I catalogue every twitch of his fingers, every aborted reach for me.
I try slow, and try fast. I find a rhythm, pace, and movement that drives him wild.
Satisfaction and pride bloom in my chest. I keep doing it the way he loves. I rock his world.
He grunts. He groans. His hips buck. A beautiful flush spreads over his face, down his neck and all the way to his chest. His head starts to thrash back and forward.
The magical sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the basement. The best music ever invented. My favorite soundtrack. I want to hear it every day. My man deserves no less.
His gaze stays fixed on me. Magnetic and powerful. Sometimes his eyes roll back, but they always snap back. He wants to watch me riding him. He doesn’t want to miss a thing. I have never been happier.
