She hums in agreement, already half-asleep against me, her body warm and soft and perfectly fitted to mine. I gently massage her internal walls, making sure she keeps all my cum in there.
For the first time since I was nineteen, the voice in my head, the one that says no one could want this face, this body, this life, is quiet.
Anya
I wake slowly, cocooned in warmth and the heavy, masculine scent of Connor, soap, sweat, and something darker that’s now unmistakably us. My body is heavy with satisfaction, yet deliciously aware.
His hand is still between my legs.
One thick palm cups my pussy possessively, two fingers resting just inside me where he’d pushed them after he came, keeping his cum sealed deep. The soreness is there, a tender ache between my thighs from being stretched for the first time, but it’s the good kind. The kind that makes me clench instinctively around his fingers, feeling the warm, slippery evidence of what we did.
I bite my lip, heat flooding my cheeks and my core at the same time. I like it. I like being full of him. Marked. Claimed on our wedding night.
Connor is asleep on his side beside me, breathing deep and even. The sheet has slipped low on his hips, revealing the powerful V of muscle and the thick, heavy length of his cock resting against his thigh. Even soft, he’s impressive. My mouth waters.
I shouldn’t. I’m sore. We just fell asleep an hour or two ago.
But the greedy, newly awakened part of me doesn’t care.
Carefully, I move his hand from me and shift down the bed, trying not to wake him. I settle in front of his thighs, right by his cock. It twitches as my breath ghosts over it. I wrap my fingers around the base, finding him still sticky from us, and drag my tongue slowly from root to tip, tasting the mingled flavor of his release and mine.
A low rumble vibrates in his chest, but he doesn’t wake.
Emboldened, I take him into my mouth, lips stretching around the head. He’s already thickening, hardening against my tongue as I suck gently, hollowing my cheeks. I moan softly around him, the vibration traveling down his shaft. His hips jerk once, unconsciously, and I feel him swell fully in my mouth.
“Fuck… Anya?”
His voice is gravel-rough with sleep. I look up through my lashes and find his good eye open, the milky one still half-lidded, watching me with raw hunger as I bob my head, taking him deeper. He moves onto his back and I follow him, straddling his knees as I keep my mouth on him.
“Jesus Christ,” he groans, one hand sliding into my hair. “Waking me up with that pretty mouth on my cock… greedy girl.”
I hum in agreement, sucking harder, swirling my tongue around the head before sliding down until he bumps the back of my throat. I’m sore between my legs, but the ache only makes me wetter, especially knowing I’m still leaking his cum.
Connor’s grip tightens in my hair. “That’s it, Anya. Suck your husband’s cock like you own it.”
I do. I work him with my mouth and hand until his thighs tense and his breathing turns ragged. Then I pull off with a wet pop, lifting myself until I’m straddling his hips.
His hands immediately go to my waist. “Anya—”
“I want you again,” I whisper, voice husky. I reach down, line him up, and sink onto his cock slowly. The stretch burns a little, but the fullness is perfect. I can feel every thick inch, and the slick slide of his earlier release inside me makes it easy. “God… I love how full I am of your cum. Still dripping out of me while you’re inside me again.”
Connor’s eye darkens, his fingers digging into my hips. “Fuck, listen to you. I love this filthy side of you, wife. Didn’t know my sweet Anya had such a greedy little cunt and a dirty little mouth.”
I rock my hips, finding a rhythm that grinds my clit against him with every downward stroke. “All yours now,” I gasp. “Only yours.”
“Damn right.” His hands slide up to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing my nipples. “All mine. Every inch of this body. Every moan. Every drop of cum you’re keeping inside you.”
The soreness fades into pure pleasure as I ride him harder, bracing my hands on his chest. I’m vocal, shameless, moaning his name, telling him how deep he is, how good he feels stretching me. Connor watches me with that intense green eye, jaw clenched, letting me take what I want while his hands knead my tits and tease my nipples.
When I get close, my rhythm falters. My thighs shake. “Connor—I’m—”
“Come on my cock, Anya. Let me feel that tight pussy squeeze me.”
I shatter with a shuddering cry, spasming hard around him. My walls clench and flutter rhythmically, milking his cock as waves of pleasure crash through me. Connor groans, hands tightening on my breasts, thumbs pinching my nipples as hewatches where we’re joined, watching my pussy pulse and grip him.
“So fucking beautiful,” he rasps. “Look at you coming all over me.”
I’m still trembling through the aftershocks when I manage a breathless laugh. “We should be careful… or you’ll get me pregnant on our first night together.”
