“Ask,” he says, his voice so raw it sends need racing through me. My nipples are harder than I’ve ever felt in my life, and I wonder what it would be like to feel his cock in between my breasts. At some point I’m going to ask, but right now I want to taste my husband’s cock.
My husband.
“Please,” I say, arching underneath him. “Please let me suck your cock.”
Daniel guides the tip of it into my mouth, thrusting hard. He fills me instantly, stretching my lips and slipping to the back of my throat. I groan, looking up at him. His perfect body towers over me, and his eyes devour me. “Christ, Princess,” he says. “Your mouth feels good.”
He thrusts into me, and I close my eyes, relaxing into the feeling of delicious helplessness and the taste of his cock in my mouth. Rich and deep and wholly him. I suck hard, using my tongue as best I can, and he groans. “Later,” he says, “I’m going to fill that sweet mouth with cum and watch you swallow it, wife. But my first orgasm married to you is going to be deep inside your pussy.”
I used to think it was impossible to be so turned on from words alone. I was very wrong. Daniel pulls his cock out of my mouth and lowers himself, poised to thrust into me. “I’m clean,” he says. “Haven’t been with anybody in months, and I’ve been tested.”
“It’s been years for me,” I say, “and I don’t want anything between us. Not now.”
He fits the head of his cock against my entrance, and hesitates, then he looks at me. I realize what he’s waiting for. He’s not going to fuck me unless I beg him too. “Daniel, please, fuck me,” I say. I have no qualms about it. I want this. Want it so badly that I could scream. And it doesn’t feel bad with him. Asking for what I want, knowing that even if the answer is no, it won’t be met with derision or disgust.
Daniel doesn’t need to hear me ask it twice. He thrusts in, slowly sinking into my pussy until he can’t anymore. We both groan with satisfaction, and my pussy stretches deliciously, accommodating the exquisite invasion. He’s so big that he fills every part of me with electrifying heat and friction. “God, Daniel,” I moan.
He leans over me so that our faces are close. “I know,” he says. “I know.” And then he kisses me, sealing us together in a way that feels permanent and overwhelming.
Gripping my legs, he raises them around his waist so that he can plunge deeper still, and I can’t breathe. Pleasure swirls from my pussy outward, making me gasp and shake. I’m so turned on that I’m already close. Waiting to go over the edge and fall into that bliss. I can’t fucking wait.
Daniel thrusts his hips, setting up a rhythm that takes my breath away. Every stroke brushes against my clit and I’m spiraling higher and higher, and I can’t even breathe because he’s still kissing me. “I can’t hold it,” he says. “Come with me.”
He thrusts harder, pounding into me and sending explosions of pleasure through my core. He groans, and his cock jerks inside me. He comes, spilling himself and pure liquid heat into me. It’s enough to make me lose it, and I cry out against his lips as I come, shuddering underneath him.
The orgasm is deep, pulling pleasure from places inside me I was unaware of, seeping through me and drowning me with it. I’m lost in the pleasure sea, carried by the tide. I don’t want to come back up.
Our breath mingles as we come back to each other, still tangled, still connected. My hands are grasping Daniel’s shoulders and I can see my wedding rings. We’re married. This is forever.
And for the first time, I know that I want it to be. I don’t care about how we got here, or the fact that I felt like I didn’t have a choice. I did. And I made the right one. My head is spinning because I love Daniel Argent, and it feels like it was always meant to be.
Daniel’s eyes tell me the same thing, and we don’t need to speak. We just kiss, eyes open, wrapped around each other. Finally, Daniel whispers. “Hello, wife.”
“Hi, husband.” The word makes me laugh, happiness bubbling up in my chest like a giggle. But then he consumes my mouth again, and there’s no more laughing.
Already all the way inside me, Daniel hardens again. Feeling him stiffen, filling me up and stretching me as he grows is so intimate, so delicious that it makes me wet all over again. This time we move together, hips thrusting to meet each other. Slowly at first, barely a movement. Gently experimenting with what feels good. Daniel moves his hips to hit different angles inside of me until he finds one that makes me gasp. It lights me up like a fucking candle, and suddenly pleasure spikes sharply through me.