My body demanded I slam into her and take what I needed, but I wouldn’t do that, not tonight. I wanted our wedding night to be something neither of us would forget.
“Take me, Shane. Fuck me.” Her words came out husky and strained, and she dug her nails into my forearms. “Show me what I do to you. Show me how much you love me.”
I gritted my teeth against the pressure mounting and swirling inside. “I don’t want this to be over too soon.”
“Who cares if it is. We can make love again and again and again.”
Without waiting, I slammed into her. We both moaned at the same time. Damn.
Her pussy dragged me in until my balls hit off her ass cheeks. In an effort to hold back, I tensed every muscle in my body.
I needed to wait until she came on my dick before giving myself over to the pleasure. I tapped the pad of my thumb against her clit, moving the distended bud back and forth.
“Play with your tits, Alyssa. Show me how much you love having your nipples played with.”
My wife grabbed her breasts and massaged and tweaked her puckered nipples, and with every pinch, her inner muscles tightened around me.
Her small tremors become larger ones until they eventually became an earthquake.
Her back arched off the bed, her palms circled her nipples, and she called my name while her head thrashed from side to side.
There was nothing I could do to stop from falling into the abyss after her. With everything I had, I slammed into her repeatedly, showing no mercy, and with every plunge, my balls slapped against her ass.
Fire streaked up my spine, and then everything vanished. A second later, I exploded, my hot cum filling her up.
When her inner muscles stopped undulating, and my dick stopped spurting, I collapsed on top of her. When my heart stopped thundering, I fell to one side, taking her with me, and kissed her with all the love I had inside me.
“Are you ready for more?” I asked.
“Always.”
We made love until the wee hours before drifting off in one another’s arms. Life couldn’t get any better.
THE END