My cock is so fucking hard I might spontaneously orgasm. I’d rather not. I want to be inside my wife when I come. I have this primal need to fill her and mark her.
“Are you ready for another finger, sweetheart?”
“Yes, please.”
“So polite. Such a good girl. You’re going to take two fingers for me and then three and finally my cock, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
“Yes…”
My heart. My soul. They are hers.
Carefully, I add my middle finger, pressing the two digits against each other to create the least amount of friction possible.
She doesn’t wince this time. In fact, she smiles and lets her body relax into the mattress. “So full…”
She’s going to be so much fuller soon, but I’m glad the pressure isn’t too much. Her cunt is very tight, though. She’s squeezing my fingers far harder than I expected. She’s going to strangle my cock.
When her body relaxes around my fingers and her face gets a softer, blissful look, I add my thumb to her clit.
She lifts her hips clear off the mattress as she comes so beautifully for me. There’s no better sight in the universe than my wife letting go.
I wait until the moment she starts to float down from her high to add another finger. She whimpers, her head lolling back and forth as her knees open wider.
I pump my three fingers in and out of her, watching closely as she adjusts. So fucking tight…
Suddenly, she lifts her head, her eyes looking clearer. She licks her lips. “Now you, Adam,” she murmurs.
After pulling my fingers out, I crawl up her body.
She looks down between us, but I stroke under her chin. “Eyes on mine, sweetheart.” She can explore it later. Right now, I don’t want the sight of my dick to cause her to panic.
She lifts her gaze to mine. “Make me yours.” Her voice is strong. Determined. My firecracker. So brave.
“Okay, sweetheart.” I cup her head as I line my cock up with her entrance. “I love you, Rebekah.” It feels like an important time to reiterate those words. It happened fast, but I do love her. It’s deep and powerful. All-consuming.
She smiles as she slides her hands to my back. “Make love to me, Adam.”
I nudge at her entrance, easing in, gritting my teeth.
She shakes her head, so I stop. I won’t do this if she’s not ready. I need her to want it.
Pulling back out, I kiss her lips. “We can wait until another day, sweetheart.”
“No. Adam. No. I mean, I want you to just do it. Don’t be careful with me. I’m not going to break. It’s okay if it hurts a little. I can take it.”
I hold her gaze for a few seconds, making sure she’s serious, and then I thrust all the way in.
Fuck me.
So tight. I was right. She’s going to strangle my cock.
Her breath hitches, and then she holds it, pursing her lips. She doesn’t look away.
I want to punch myself for hurting her. I hate this. I should have waited. She wasn’t ready. I pressured her. What if she’s traumatized from this and can never fully enjoy sex because…
“Adam…”
I draw in oxygen through my nose. “Rebekah…”
