She starts to answer, agreement clear on her face, and then stops when my cock springs free. I sit there for a minute and let her have a nice long look at eight and a half inches of cut male perfection. Either she’s gonna want to try it out, or she’s going to decide it’s too much. I’m hoping for the former, but I’ll respect her no if she wants to pass. It wouldn’t be the first time a woman passed on what I’m packin’.
Before I can get a clear read on what her decision is going to be, she’s pushing me back onto the bed and throwing one leg over my hips.
“I didn’t know virgins were so eager. I thought I was gonna have to teach you…”
She settles onto my cock and cuts me off. “What did you think you were going to have to teach me? I’m not ignorant of how sex works.”
I don’t even want to know how she’s so knowledgeable about something she’s never done but she tells me anyway. “I took health class, like every other kid in California. Our textbooks had diagrams.” She gives me a one shouldered shrug, “Plus, teen girls talk.”
Before I can get my head around all that, she’s doing her best to get her pussy to stretch around my cock. I pull her down on top of me and work with her, flexing my hips in a series of tiny thrusts, meant to breach her core. When it doesn’t work, I give her ass a playful smack.
“You’re gonna have to relax that sweet pussy of yours in order for this to work. Don’t worry, I won’t do anything unexpected, like shove in all at once.”
She does exactly as I ask, her legs go limp on either side of me, and I slowly work myself into her body. When I’m all the way in, we rest for a few moments to give her time to adjust.
She eventually sits up and moves slowly at first, as if she’s unsure of her movements. I steady her with both hands on her waist as she comes into her own sexually right before my eyes.
I watch in awe as she moves on top of me with the kind of sensual grace I’ve rarely seen in a woman. Her hips move back and forth as she tilts her head back. Her small, pert breasts bounce with the rhythm of her movements. And the pleasure she gives my swollen, aching cock is unimaginable. I’ve never wanted something so much and found that getting it was more satisfying than I ever imagined.
It doesn’t take much for me to be close, and when she speeds up, it’s all I can do to hold on and wait for her. The second she comes all over my cock, I come so hard that it feels explosive. When she collapses on top of me, I wrap my arms around her and hold her close as we catch our breath.
She eventually moves off me, and I spoon her from behind. She says something I don’t catch. It sounds like ‘I love you’. I’m still processing that as she tumbles off to sleep in my arms. I gently pull the blanket up around her shoulders and run my hand down her soft arm. Nova shifts slightly and presses closer against my still wet cock. I tighten my arm around her without thinking about it. Holding her is my new favorite thing in life.
We got leveraged into this marriage, and against all odds, we’ve grown to care about and maybe even love each other. It’s turning out to be the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I would sign that marital agreement a thousand times over, protect her from assholes who just want to take advantage of her, and support her through her grief if that was the price of having her in my life.
***
Nova is still asleep when I wake up the next morning. She’s lying on her side with one hand curled under her cheek, snoring gently. I watch her for a few minutes without moving.
This beautiful woman is my wife in more than name only now. I know the critical importance of the first time after marriage. The fact that we consummated our marriage last night is not lost on me. This is a huge step for us. It means she cares about and trusts me. I certainly feel the same about her.
I ease out of bed without waking her, shower, and pull on clean jeans and a shirt from the drawer.
Nova’s phone lights up on the nightstand. She stirs from her sleep, rolls over, and reaches for it automatically. I watch her face change from drowsy to annoyed. She holds the phone out to me without a word.
I take the phone from her, already knowing where this is headed. Sure enough, Devon is blasting her over what happened at the grocery store yesterday. He’s saying I broke his nose, calling it an unprovoked assault by a member of a one-percent motorcycle club. He says he’s going to file a police report this morning and a lawsuit after that. He finishes up his tirade by telling her that once I’m in jail, she’ll be all his. Poor Devon isn’t very smart.
Then he immediately follows up with another text message about how this was always going to happen, how a man like Mica doesn’t deserve a woman like Nova. He says that once the legal situation runs its course, she’ll understand who was really looking out for her all along. The last line says, “When you’re ready to stop playing around with dirty bikers, you know where to find me.”
I read it twice and then hand her phone back. “Devon’s in rare form today.”
She takes it out of my hand, running one hand through her messy hair. “I wish that I’d never met that asshole.”
“Me too. Why don’t you go shower,” I tell her. “I’ll get our coffee started.”
She looks at me with an expression of dread. “Mica. Don’t let him provoke you into doing something we’ll both regret.”
“I won’t. I’m not going to do anything stupid,” I tell her, holding her gaze so she can see that I’m being earnest. “We’ll talk after your shower.”
She puts her phone down and climbs out of bed. Uncaring about her nakedness, she pads to the bathroom across the hall.
I wait until I hear the bathroom door close and pull out my own phone.
Jasper picks up on the second ring. “What’s up, Mica?”
“I need Devon Marsh intercepted before he gets inside a police station,” I tell him.
A short pause. “How long do we have?”
