This is unavoidable, though, and I will do my best to make sure she experiences so much pleasure that she forgets the pain. I wouldn’t say this out loud, but I’m nervous, too. I’m huge. My girl is small. It’s been bothering me since I realized how tight she’s going to be.
I’m petting her because I can’t help myself. Her hair is so soft. It’s spread out around her. She looks like an angel with her creamy skin and red curls.
She swallows hard. “I’m ready. I want to be your wife.”
“You are my wife, sweetheart. No matter what.”
“In every way.”
“Okay,” I say softly before kissing her again. This time, I deepen the kiss, tasting her, letting my tongue dance inside her mouth and along her lips and teeth. I continue until she’s moaning and writhing beneath me, her hands roaming all over my chest.
When I move my lips to her neck, she tips her head to give me better access, purring as I tease her sensitive skin with my mouth, tongue, and beard.
“Adam…” That one word is a plea and an expression of bliss.
I slowly ease back and stand so I can remove my boxers. I watch her face closely as my cock pops free.
Her breath hitches, and she bites her bottom lip. Her body trembles as she pulls her knees together.
“Spread your legs, sweetheart.”
She whimpers, but she obeys me.
“Good girl.” I set my hands on her thighs and hold her open. I want to look at her for a moment before I make her come again. Fuck, she’s so pretty. Her pussy is pink, the lips swollen from my mouth and her arousal. Her skin glistens. Her clit is a precious button that’s pulsing with need.
The soft curls are lighter than the hair on her head, almost blond. I want to nuzzle her pussy, and I will, every day of my life. Her scent is intoxicating. Whatever floral soaps my brother bought are now my favorite.
I bend forward and reverently kiss her pussy.
She moans, her head tipping back as her hands fist at her side, all from the barest touch.
I want to take my time, savor her. I want to commit every moment of our wedding night to memory. She’ll never look quite like this again. She’ll always be delicate, but with better nutrition and pregnancy, her body will fill out. Her shape will change. Her hips will widen. Her tummy will grow soft and later fill out and stretch. Her tiny little pink nipples will grow longer and wider. Her breasts will get heavier and fuller.
I will love every stage as she changes both now and between pregnancies. I will want to stare at her naked body in every form for the rest of my life.
Still holding her legs, I lean over her farther to suckle one of her little nipples. Fuck, she’s delicious. There will come a day when these precious globes will be engorged with milk, and I’ll draw in some of that nourishment when I suckle her.
I can’t wait to taste her milk. I can’t wait to watch her nurse our babies. I can’t wait to help her express the extra milk after each feeding so that I can give our babies a bottle.
My thoughts are running rampant. These are not concepts I’ve ever considered with any other woman, yet the visuals grow and expand as I suckle her.
My girl is squirming so hard that it’s difficult to hold on to her.
“Adam…” she moans, her voice filled with lust. “Please…”
I release her nipple with a pop and blow on the swollen bud before lifting my gaze. “You want my cock, sweetheart?”
“Yes, please.”
Shifting my focus between her legs again, I lift one hand from her inner thigh and bring a finger to her slit. I watch her face as I drag the digit through her wetness. “I’m going to push my finger into your pretty cunt now, sweetheart.”
She nods. “Please…”
I’m careful, taking my time, as I ease my pointer into her. Fuck, she’s tight. So fucking tight that I’m concerned.
She winces slightly before her face softens and a low, sexy moan leaves her lips. “Ohhhh…” It’s like a revelation. She just found out how good it feels to have her pussy filled.
Easing my finger in and out of her, I shift my gaze back and forth between her face and her pussy.
