I ate her slowly, listening to her body to find her most sensitive points. She wasn’t very vocal so it was difficult to tell what felt good, but I was able to pick up small things like the quickening of her breath or the slight clench of her thighs against my head. Her body seemed to respond best to quick, short strokes against her clit, but at least twenty minutes passed of that and she still hadn’t climaxed.
I lifted my head. “Am I doing something wrong?”
She released a shaky breath. “I don’t know. I’m right on the edge, I just can’t get it to happen.”
“You touch yourself at least every day, don’t you?” I asked.
Pink stained her cheeks. “Yes,” she mumbled.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of. But I think you’ve conditioned yourself to come like that and it’s probably going to take some work to get your body used to finishing on my tongue.”
“Oh,” she said, sounding a little surprised. “I didn’t know.”
I ran my tongue over the entrance of her pussy, swallowing her wetness, and got to my feet to remove my pants. She watched me with wide eyes as I retrieved the lube from the bathroom and returned to the bed.
“I’d like to fuck you for a minute and then I want to try something,” I said. “I’ll be as gentle as possible and if you hurt, tell me.”
She tensed as I knelt between her legs and began working lube over her pussy, dipping into her tight channel. She clenched, her slick entrance pulsing once around me, and my cock throbbed. I circled her clit with my thumb and her eyelids fluttered and her lips parted. She was so responsive, she just needed time to let her body relax and get comfortable with my touch.
I set aside the lube and slid atop her, our faces just inches apart. Her slender legs wrapped around my waist in a trusting gesture that almost made me lose control. Her ankles brushed the sides of my thigh, soft and delicate. Digging my fingers into the sheets beside her head, I took a moment to calm down. I wasn’t going to embarrass myself on my wedding night.
She gasped as I guided my cock to her entrance and slipped the tip inside her wet heat. My God, she was tight. I gritted my teeth against every muscle in my body that wanted to thrust into her, to take her hard and ride my orgasm out against her body. No, I wanted this to be good for her, I wanted to experience her pleasure, to feel it intimately as she came around me.
“Are you alright?” I asked.
She nodded, her eyes glassy with desire and nerves. I rotated my hips a little as I worked myself inside her until I was fully sheathed, her slick walls contracting around me. She dug her nails into my ribs, making me wince, and I bent and kissed her mouth. Her tongue curled out and caught my upper lip and I almost came. The sensory overload of being buried in her wet heat with her tongue on my mouth was almost too much.
“Does it hurt?” I breathed.
She shook her head.
I pulled halfway out and thrust back in and she gave a hoarse cry and her body jerked.
“Ouch,” she whispered, her brows drawing together.
I reached between us and my fingers came away smeared with blood and lube.
“I think that was the worst part,” I said. “Are you alright for me to keep fucking you?”
“I think so, it just hurt for a moment, but it just feels…strange now. Like pressure, like there’s no space left.”
I kissed the side of her throat and thrust back into her. This was heaven, being buried in her slick, clenched pussy with her scent staining every part of me. Her body was warm beneath me and I lost myself in her, fucking until her breasts heaved with pleasure instead of pain.
Gathering her in my arms, I flipped onto my back. She stilled against me and then sat up slowly until she was upright, straddling me with my cock buried between her thighs. I took her hips between my palms and rocked her gently and her eyes widened at the sensation. God, she was beautiful above me like this, her full breasts heaving and her lips parted.
“You feel big,” she whispered. “It’s different at this angle, I can feel you all the way up.”
“Yes, feel me inside you,” I breathed, shifting my hips to rub against her G-spot. “Now reach your fingers down and find your clit and touch yourself.”
She looked hesitant, but she obeyed, sliding her hand down. Her stomach tensed as her fingers began working gently between her thighs. Her eyelids fluttered and her pussy clenched around my cock.
“It’s good,” she said breathlessly.
“God, you feel perfect. Can you ride me while you touch your clit?”
She moved her hips experimentally, finding a slow rhythm atop me, and began stroking her clit. Her fingers dug into my hip as she steadied herself against me. My cock was throbbing, harder now than I could ever remember it being. There was something so deeply erotic about watching her chase her pleasure, her hips working hard against mine, her lower lip caught between her teeth.
After a few minutes, she gave a sharp gasp and her movements grew unsteady as a tremor moved through her body. I took hold of her thighs to keep her upright and her grasp fumbled against my arm, pulling my hand free so she could weave her fingers between mine. The gesture made me pause for half of a second. Did I feel more than just lust for my wife?