With that, I lean forward and stuff my fingers into her dirty mouth, and she sucks instantly. “I want that too, but it’s our wedding night,” I taunt her.
I kiss down her back, appreciating every inch of her dewy soft skin, pausing at the bottom of her spine and feathering her skin with my lips. My fingers find home on her pussy again, and I can’t help but tilt my head to examine her. “Hailey, you’re glistening wet.”
“Isn’t that how I’m supposed to be on my wedding night?” she coyly reminds me.
Taking hold of her hips, I flip her body so she’s on her back staring straight into me. Her eyes are hazy with lust, and I’m beginning to wonder if we should really be playing this game of wedding night. It’s roleplay, isn’t it?
But fuck it. I’m going to reap every second of getting to call her my wife.
She nibbles on the tip of her finger with a lazy smile painted on her lips, watching me as I strip naked from any clothes that I still have on. I’m between her legs in no time, abruptly shackling her one arm above her head against the mattress. She reaches between us to stroke my cock, and my eyes close for a second, only to see her soft eyes speaking to me in a silent language.
Her body rocks up and rolls against my length as we slow our pursuit of exploring each other’s bodies. Our lips chase one another, tracing an unknown path.
Something inside of me ignites, and suddenly, my wish to fuck her senseless is replaced with a tenderness that is confusing.
I hover over her and rest on my forearms against the mattress to frame her face. She attempts to kiss me while I settlebetween her legs that she butterflies out. I trail my mouth down to the base of her throat and feel her pulse pounding.
“Oliver,” she begs, her words scraping from her throat.
“Shh,” I tell her in a long hush as my lips drag until I latch onto a nipple. Both nipples get the attention they deserve as I take my time.
But I feel the tip of my cock press against her center and gravitating toward entering her drenched pussy.
She guides me straight into her, and we sync on the first thrust, with her mouth softly biting into my arm causing me to let go of her breast.
I start slowly but speed us up, with Hailey breathing into my neck. Our bodies mold as we move together, and our kisses are randomly placed.
Her moan is a driving force for me to begin to slam inside her, filling her to the hilt. I do this for a bit then rise slightly on my knees when I pull out, to enable me to hook my arms under her knees to jolt her forward. Lifting her legs while I lean in, I kiss her ankle, her calf, her knee, working my way up until I reach her apex and align my cock with her, entering with a reverence that surprises me.
“Deep. That’s how I’m going to fuck you, until you’re filled up with your husband’s cum.”
Her jaw hangs low in fake surprise from my choice of words, but then she smirks to herself, her hands attempting to paw my stomach. I hold onto one of her bent legs to keep her wide, but I bring my other hand down to interlace with hers.
Perhaps this is the best way to fuck your wife. Blunt thrusts but holding her hand?
I can’t help it, and I quickly scoop my head down to capture her welcoming lips for a kiss before returning to my position to ensure we both burst from pleasure.
I still just as she murmurs and clamps around my cock, bringing her fingers to her clit. “That’s it. I’m giving you what you wanted. You can come all over my cock now.”
She nearly screams as her body thrashes and her pussy convulses.
I don’t wait, I pick up my speed and chase her orgasm until reaching my own, and I empty into her.
My vision is blurred and the room is spinning, but still I manage to see that our hands didn’t let go.
We’re still connected when I leave her warmth and collapse on the bed next to her.
I also notice that we both still have rings on.
Hailey liesnaked on the middle of the bed on top of the sheets. Propped on her elbow, she watches me as I emerge from the bathroom. Her closed mouth is slanted to the side due to approval of how this night is going.
“I mean, I guess we’re following the tradition of fucking like crazy on your wedding night, even if this wedding is, well…” Her brows furrow. “Something different.”
I scoff to myself, as that is some way of putting it. Joining her on the bed, she instantly swirls the back of her fingers along my torso.
“I’ll walk home in the morning if that’s okay?”
Glancing to her, taken aback, I realize she is almost checking with me about our rules.
