“Spread your legs,” he says roughly, and I do. He thrusts in in a single stroke and no matter how many times he does it, I’ll never be ready. He’s too big and it takes my breath away every time. He catches my mouth in a kiss, and I’m dizzy with the lack of air as he consumes me. Everything comes rushing back as he releases me and I breathe. I’m squeezing down on him, feeling the fullness, measuring how much of me he takes up.
It’s everything.
Peter grabs one of my hands, and then the other, taking my wrists and pulling them outward and upward so we’re both stretched. Then he tucks his feet under my legs and pushes my legs apart until they won’t go further. He lowers his weight onto me, and I gasp. It’s been a while since we’ve done this. We’ve spent time fulfilling each other’s fantasies and experimenting with new things. But I forgot about this. How could I forget about this? It’s everything I need wrapped up at once.
I moan into his ear, and he moves his hips. “Together,” he says. Not just him, or just me, but both of us. Rocking slowly at first and picking up speed, I’m so near of him. I can feel the way he’s breathing because he’s pressed up against me and I can feel his fingers in-between mine, my ring squeezed against his finger. I can feel the delicious length and thickness of his cock as he starts to fuck me in earnest. And most of all, I can feel his attention equally on me.
This doesn’t just feel like sex, it feels like something more. Like a claiming, and a promise from both of us to the other. We’re breathing in sync, and I feel my pleasure rise to meet his. He kisses me, and I can’t stop him, don’t want to stop him. We’re in this together, and the wave of pleasure surges upward and swallows me whole.
We’re moving together as one, faster and more desperate, chasing each other’s orgasms until I scream into his mouth, the dam breaking open and everything flowing out at once. He comes too, his cock spilling heat into me as he pushes further and deeper, and I’m quivering on him, pussy gripping him, squeezing, every movement sending me higher.
I open my eyes and see Peter looking down at me, smiling. He looks just as happy as I am, glowing from the inside. “Hi,” I say. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” And I don’t think I’ve ever heard words from his mouth that are more true.
“I can’t wait to marry you,” I breathe.
Peter kisses me softly, and I savor the feeling of his lips on mine. “We’re going to have a wedding,” Peter says. “But you’re already my wife. I don’t need a piece of paper to tell me that.”
It rings true. I can’t imagine that a wedding license can make this deeper, any more real. “Then I love you, husband.”
“I love you wife.”
I giggle, and that’s when I notice that he hasn’t moved. That I’m still stretched underneath him and that his cock is still fully hard inside me. “I think I might need some celebration pancakes,” I say.
“I’ll be happy to oblige. Later.”
“Later?”
He grins, “Much later.”
And then he starts to move, and I’m lost in the pleasure all over again.