A calmness washes over her. “Please, husband. I want every part of you.”
Very slowly, I push inside her. Keeping my eyes pinned to hers as I dust kisses all over her face. Fuck. She’s so tight, and I don’t think I’ll last long. “Are you okay?” I ask as I inch in farther, groaning as little tremors zip up my spine.
“I’m okay,” she reassures me, moving her hands to my back, tracing a line up and down my spine.
I kiss her lips softly as I edge in again, pushing in farther until I’m fully seated inside her.
Selena knows this is the first time I’ve ever gone bareback as we discussed contraception last week.
She’s on the pill, and we’re both clean, so we agreed there would be nothing between us tonight. It’s only fitting that the one and only person I’m ever inside of with no barrier is my beautiful wife. “You feel so good, baby.” I nip at her earlobe, pressing a slew of drugging kisses along her jawline, trailing my nose along the elegant column of her neck, inhaling everything about her.
“You can move, babe,” she says, her hands roaming my back. “I need you to move.”
I pivot my hips, moving in and out of her in slow, long strokes. Heavenly shockwaves ricochet all over my body, and I’ve never felt anything even close to this before.
I make love to her slowly and carefully, watching her all the time, checking in a few times to make sure she’s okay.
Her legs wrap around my waist and her hands move to my ass as she pulls me closer. Our lips meet in a melting pot of desire, and it takes effort to keep from thrusting too hard. When she angles her hips, lifting up slightly, I hiss between my teeth as I feel my climax start to build. I draw one tender nipple into my mouth, sucking and lapping at the hard peak as I rock my hips with a little more urgency.
Selena emits all these breathy little moans that enhance my arousal, and I’m close to the edge. Seeing the pleasure and joy on her face almost undoes me.
I’m not going to lie.
I was so scared this wouldn’t work.
That she wouldn’t be able to relax and enjoy it, and I’m so fucking happy she’s happy. That her eyes brim with emotion, her cheeks are flushed from sex, her lips swollen from my kisses, her body arching and writhing as I make love to her.
This is everything I’ve dreamed of and more.
Some might say I’m crazy for marrying my first girlfriend, my only girlfriend, especially when I’m only turning twenty next week, but I know my own mind. My heart. And Selena has always been it for me.
I haven’t ever been this content, and I know this is only the start of something amazing.
Moving my hand between our bodies, I toy with her clit, and a primal groan rips from her lips. “Oh my God, Keanu.” Tears glisten in her eyes as she stares at me. “This feels so unbelievably good.”
“Love you so much,” I say before my lips claim hers again.
“I’m so close,” she cries out when our lips part.
“Me too. I want to come with you,” I add, rubbing her clit with firmer strokes.
She screams as an orgasm consumes her, thrashing around underneath me, her skin flushed, her eyes alive. My balls tighten, and fiery tingles shoot up my spine, and then, I’m coming too, spilling deep, my inner beast silently beating its chest as my seed lodges inside her.
When we’re both sated, I roll onto my side, taking her with me, keeping my cock inside her. “You doing okay, Mrs. Kennedy?” I ask, pushing damp strands of hair off her brow.
“Keanu,” she chokes out with tears tumbling down her cheeks. “That was everything I’ve always imagined it to be.”
“That was incredible, Sel,” I agree. “And everything I’d hoped for and more. It only confirms what I’ve always known. We were made to fit together, baby.”
She plasters my face in kisses before sealing her lips to mine. Her salty, sweet taste is like heaven on my lips, and I know I’ll never get enough of her. I hug her to my chest, savoring the feel of her body against mine, skin to skin, and we drift off to sleep, locked in our embrace.
* * *
My twentieth birthday arrives,and it’s the second year in a row when the three of us haven’t celebrated together. Last year, Kent and I went partying, and I got wasted. Keats was at Berkeley, so it was the first time we were separated on our birthday. I guess it’s unrealistic to expect we can continue to do stuff together.
It’s a shame the guys couldn’t stick around after the wedding, but they have lives back in the US. Plus, any prolonged absence may have drawn interest. While I know Kev went to a lot of trouble ensuring Keats and Kent got here without being traced, we can’t be too careful.
So, I find myself without my triplets on my birthday again this year. This time, I spend it with Selena and my brother and his fiancée.
