“You looked at me like you always do,” he says, and I smile smugly at him.
“Told you,” I say, tilting my head and giving him a filthy kiss. “I will always look at you like that. Get used to it. Don’t know why you thought it would be any different on our wedding day.”
Whit huffs as I pull his hand to my crotch.
“Alright, I can’t take it anymore. Undress before I rip that suit off you,” I say, much too eager, but I don’t care how he perceives me at this moment. I’m needy as fuck. Serves him right for making me wait.
Whit shakes his head. “How aboutyouundress and wait on the bed.”
“Nah,” I reply, but Whit shoots me a severe look and then disappears into the bathroom.
“Asshole,” I mutter as I strip so quickly that I stumble and fall against the table. A lamp falls onto the ground, and Whit says sternly through the bathroom shut door, “Do not break anything, your body parts included. It will ruin the night.”
I snort and flop onto the bed, my cock aching and straining toward his voice. That stern lilt does things to me.
Shocker.
When the clock ticks down, one minute, two. Now five minutes and, he still doesn’t appear. I sit up and shout, “You’re killing me here, Whit! It’s been a whole fucking day, and I’m literally dying. My balls are way too blue. I think it's becoming a condition.”
I hear a snort, but he continues to ignore me. A few minutes later, he appears completely naked, his hard cock bobbing in front of him, and I just want to swallow him whole.
“God, finally,” I say, stroking myself as he crawls onto the bed.
I start to pull up my legs, but he places his hands on them and pushes them down beside me.
“What’s your plan?” I say, much too excited to think rationally. I just want him inside me.
And then he’s straddling me, and my eyes widen.
“Wh—?”
My throat constricts as he positions his ass above my cock. Oh, holy shit. I’m dead.
“Whit,” I breathe. “What are you doing?”
“Giving you your wedding present,” he says and sinks down an inch onto me, and my eyes roll back in my head, my hands clutching his hips.
“You don’t have to. I don’t need this….”
“Want to feel you inside me,” he hisses and then sinks a little lower.
I’m trying to stay still, not move because I don’t want to hurt him, but it’s impossible because it feels so good.
“Shit,” I mutter, wiggling beneath him as he lowers himself farther onto me.
“I’ve been practicing, but you’re so big,” Whit said, bouncing a little on top of me, and I nearly come right then.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” I say, and then he sinks all the way down as if to prove a point. The little shit.
The two of us breathe heavily, him impaled on me. My cock inside of him. For the first time.
My hand reaches up, and I run it across his chest.
“Why are you doing this?” I ask, cupping the back of his neck and bringing his face to mine.
He presses a soft kiss to my lips. “I wanted you to be my first.”
And just like, this guy cracks my heart open all over again.