He tilts his head a little, pressing his face deeper into my palm.
“I love you, too.” His eyes stay locked on mine. “And I want this more than I can ever find the words to express.”
He leans to the side, pulling out a bottle of lube he must’ve stashed there while he got dressed in this room earlier.
“Gonna ride your cock so hard,” he promises as he holds the bottle over my outstretched palm. “But just a warning, I’m going to come in like ten seconds.”
I chuckle, biting my lip to cover my moan when I press my fingers to his tender hole, wanting to nut before I even get inside of him at the feel of his soft, tender flesh.
The plug worked wonders, making it easy for me to slip two testing fingers in him before adding a third.
“Please,” he begs. “Need you.”
My teeth dig into my lower lip as I pull my fingers from him to grip the base of my cock. My other hand settles on his hips, and somehow, without pulling our eyes from each other, we manage to line up perfectly. His legs tremble as he lowers himself on to me.
“Jesus,” I hiss, my cock celebrating that first warm inch of him.
He whimpers, but it’s a sound of need rather than pain.
“Slow,” I tell him, remembering what it was like that very first night he did this to me.
I don’t know what’s trembling more right now, his legs or my hands.
“We can flip over, and—”
But then his thighs are against each of my hip bones, and fuck, ten seconds may have been generous.
“Oh shit,” he moans. “So big.”
“Bite off more than you can chew?”
I grin at him. My size has never been a secret but seeing and having it inside has to be different.
I wouldn’t blame him if he threw in the towel.
His hips roll, a testing swivel that makes us both groan.
“Please,” I beg, and it encompasses a lot.
Please move.
Please make a decision.
Please, please, please.
He lifts an inch, my eyes rolling back in blinding pleasure.
“My cock,” he snaps, and my hand moves before I can even tell my brain to do it.
I grip him, using the lube still on my fingers to stroke the length of him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he pants. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” I manage, but he answers my question with the first rope of cum that streaks across my chest. “Seriously. Oh fuck, Ricky. That’s so hot. Jesus.”
He paints my stomach and chest over and over, the clench of his ass, the heat of his body around my cock, one of the greatest things I’ve ever felt.
Literally drained, he drops down, taking me completely inside of him, and that’s enough to set me off. I explode, unable to keep my pleasure from rumbling and echoing around the room.
He collapses on my chest, his own shaking with laughter that sounds slightly maniacal.
“That was—”
“Fucking amazing,” he interrupts.
“I want to do it again,” I whisper.
He flexes then, clenching his ass on my still half-hard cock, making my eyes swim a little in pleasure.
His head shakes back and forth.
“No?” I grin when he winces as he lifts off me.
He smacks my shoulder. “Dickhead.”
I shrug. “Don’t try to make me feel bad for having a big dick.”
“I have a big dick,” he says with a chuckle. “You have a massive one. There’s a difference. Come shower with me.”
I hold my hand out for him when he climbs off the bed. Getting married hasn’t changed him at all, I realize when he swats my hand out of the way.
My legs are still heavy from my orgasm as I stand and follow him to the en suite bathroom.
“You know we have to try again tonight,” Rick mutters as he reaches into the shower to turn the water on. “We can’t have our wedding night end in thirty seconds.”
I huff a laugh. “Thirty seconds? That’s being generous.”
He turns around, biting the inside of his lip to keep from smiling, but he fails, his lips pulling back on a grin to reveal white teeth. “I had a plug in my ass for hours.”
He says each word slowly as if I’m not understanding the gravity of the situation.
“I had a plug in my ass last week all through class and then through practice.”
“You hit a home run with that plug in your ass.”
I grin with the reminder.
The truth is baseball seems easier these days, and I know it has a lot to do with the lack of pressure to go pro now that I’ve chosen the Marine Corps. I still give it my all, and somehow my game has gotten even better.
“I had a line across my dick from where it slipped out of my cup.”
He grins. “Get in here with me.”
The shower is spent with a lot of kissing, petting and whispered praise.