I shiver as he quickly removes the lingerie, tossing it into a pile somewhere near us, and then lays me bare beneath him.
“Fuck me, husband.”
His gaze darkens. “Say it again.” He growls.
I look up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. “Fuck me,husband.”
Graham groans. “Jesus Christ, it’s our wedding night, and I’m already about to put another baby in my wife. Or two.”
“Put your money where your mouth is, Adams.” I giggle, using my legs to pull him toward me, to where his cock nudges my pussy. His head brushes against my clit, and I moan.
“I’ve created a monster. Now, I’ve made her my wife.”
His lips find mine, and he steals my breath with a simple thrash of his tongue against mine. He does it so easily, disarms me with only his touch.
“I need you,” I say, running my hands down his chest, memorizing the feel of his hard muscles underneath my fingers.
“Not as much as I need you, baby.”
His eyes lock on mine as he slowly slides inside me, inch by inch, claiming me as his wife, his forever, and it’s so tender and sweet that my eyes fill with tears.
“No crying, beautiful,” he whispers, kissing away the tears from my cheeks as he rolls his hips inside me. Surging deeper, he hooks my leg by his shoulder as he begins fucking me slow and deep, languid and unrushed.
He takes his time breaking me apart, shattering me into a thousand blinding bright pieces.
“Fuck, I love these,” he says, palming my heavy breasts, sucking my nipples into his mouth, and rolling them between his teeth, gently scraping the sensitive peaks. “I love them heavy with milk. I think you’ve become my new kink, Em.”
“I could say the same for you, husband.”
When I say the word, he fucks me harder, bending me enough to feel the rub of his pelvic bone along my aching clit. He pulls out, flips me onto all fours, and slams back into me with so much force, I scoot a few inches up on the bed. The only sound in the room is our labored breathing and the steady slap of his hips against my skin.
His fingers dig into my hips as he pounds into me, undoubtedly leaving a bruise, but it’s a mark I welcome. I love this unfiltered, raw, possessed side of him, and on our wedding night no less.
I love that I make him this crazy. It makes me feel powerful, loved… wanted.
“Graham, I-I…”
So lost to him, I can hardly form words.
“I know, baby, I know. Let go, come on my cock.”
Reaching beneath him, he rubs my clit in circles. With only three strokes of his thumb, I explode, falling into pure euphoria as the most powerful orgasm of my life takes my body, leaving me a trembling, sweaty mess.
I feel like I’m floating on a cloud, my face planted in the sheets as I hold onto them so tightly, my knuckles turn white. My only grip on reality as I soar to a new universe.
“Fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming in your pussy. God you’re so tight,” He grunts, his thrusts coming to a slow stop as he comes, burying himself as deep as he can go. His cock ruts against my cervix, jerking as he empties himself completely inside of me. His thrust are languid, drawing out every ounce of pleasure from both of us.
I collapse on the bed the moment he pulls out of my body, already missing him inside of me.
“Em, baby, here.” He hands me a pillow and pushes it under my hips, then straightens my legs. I’m thoroughly confused as to why I’m flat on my back with a pillow under my hips and my legs straight up in the air.
“What in the world, Graham Adams? I can hardly feel my legs right now.”
He says deadly serious, “I’ve been doing some research and this is an old wives’ tale on how to get you pregnant. It keeps my cum in there, and it penetrates your cervix.”
“You’re entirely committed to this.”
“Fuck yes, I am. You have no idea what it does to me… how hard it makes me. I can’t wait till your belly grows again.”
I laugh, but don’t put my legs down because I want it as much as he does.
“You’re insane, you know that?”
He shrugs. “For you, yeah.”
Seconds later, he’s pulling me over him and sliding back inside me, determined to make our wedding night even more special.
Forever will never be long enough.