Quick and focused, my dress came undone, Derek sending it to the floor. I hadn’t bothered to wear underwear that fateful day, not wanting anything to get in the way of our wedding night.
Wrapping his arms around me, Derek gently explored my body. His hands caressed every inch of me, lighting a thousand little fires in my mind. I was open and ready to respond to his every direction.
“On the bed,” he whispered, slowly letting me go.
Not sure what he wanted, I perched on the edges, certain he would correct me if needed. Indeed, he did, gentle hands getting me onto my side like he was going to spoon me. He was bending my knees as far as they would go.
“I have a surprise for you,” he said, softly squeezing my ass, “something special for tonight.”
“What is it?”
“I’m going to put it in your ass.”
“Promise?”
“Absolutely. I have a butt-plug and everything.”
Had I been a more skeptical sort, I might have asked to see it. As it was, I gave him the benefit of the doubt, and was rewarded with the beautiful feeling of a lubed-up butt-plug against my tight virgin asshole.
Slow and gentle, working my pussy all the way along, he eased it in. The plug settled with a soft pop. The edges of the base brushed against my ass cheeks.
With the plug properly in, he relaxed me even further, eating my pussy until I screamed. His hand was over my mouth as he caressed his lovely tongue between my tender lumps, tickling my rock-hard clit at just the right times.
When he approached, I thought it was time. Things became clear as he eased into my pussy. Standing at the edge of the bed, holding both my ankles in one of his big hands kept me in position as he fucked me. His monster cock throbbed deep inside me as he thrust, always able to gauge just how to do me.
After he’d delivered another huge load into my pussy, it was on to the promised action. The plug popped from my virgin ass, leaving me stretched and ready to receive him.
Using a dollop of water-based lube, Derek made good on his promise. His cock disappeared into my hole inch by inch, making me feel every sensation as he claimed my anal cherry in our honeymoon bed.
“How’s it feeling, baby?”
“A-a-amazing!” I managed to get out, as he fucked me in my ass.
“Harder?”
“Please!”
Somehow it worked. Derek plugged my virgin hole as hard as he fucked my pussy, with much the same results. I had my very first orgasm this way, which was helped along by all four of his fingers plunging my pussy with their usual graces. He brought me to a screaming finale, which I was afraid might make the other hotel guests think I might be getting murdered.
“Fuck yeah,” my new husband said, as he came in my ass.
“This feels so good,” I moaned.
“And we’re going to enjoy it every day, forever,” he said, and I agreed.
***
Four months later, I was reimagining my definition of the word “enjoy” as I was in labor with our daughter. But once she had arrived, screaming at the top of her tiny little lungs, we were both in heaven.
“She’s so beautiful,” I said, kissing her head. “She was worth all the pain. And even giving up the band for a while.”
They had managed to release an album despite my absence. I was on some of the tracks as their new cellist, and missing from others, but Seth was okay with it and thought it would give fans a nice mix of the old and new.
The album was selling great. I couldn’t wait to get back to the band after my maternity leave, but for now, I was intent to just snuggle our newborn daughter.
“She really is gorgeous,” Derek said, as she started to try to nurse on me. “I can’t believe you thought I’d be upset at first.”
“I know,” I told him, shaking my head. “I was worried about the band. But it all worked out. Now we can have the band and our adorable baby girl!”
“We sure can,” he agreed. “Do we still like the name Stella?”
“Yes,” I told him, smiling.
It reminded me of the stars and fit her perfectly. She was going to be something bright and shining and special one day. Just like the love that Derek and I shared.
THE END.
Locked Down with a Rockstar
Chapter One – Petra
As my professor was pointing out notes on a whiteboard full of sheet music in front of the class, all I could do was try not to laugh. With his wild gray hair that framed his face Einstein-style, he seriously could have been the composer Edvard Greig’s brother.
Despite his crazy looks, he was a good teacher, and I did my best to be as good of a student as I could. There were a few stumbles here and there with following and understanding his words, considering that English is my second language, although I don’t find it that much troubling when reading. The music notations were the harder part for me.