I laid her gently on the bed and then crawled up near her still fully dressed. She looked up at me wearing her tiny bra and barely-there panties. I guess she didn’t wear “my” men’s boxer briefs during the day. I was mostly thankful for that as her lace thong left nothing to the imagination.
She crossed her eyes and gave me a playful pout.
“Um, something feels off here …” her eyes raked over my perfectly clad form. “Shouldn’t you be more undressed?” She flashed a blurry but devilish smile.
“I know you should be more undressed.” I wrapped my arm behind her head and brought her closer to me, gently diving my hand into her bra to touch her soft warm breast, her nipple peaked sharply in my fingers.
She smiled as she snaked her hand to my waistband, tugging at the shirt neatly tucked there, “And so should you.” She sat up and started unbuttoning the buttons at the bottom of my shirt.
It made my copping a feel of her breast a little awkward. I felt like a schoolboy rushing to get to second base behind the boys’ bathroom. Ha! I decided to give her a little control, being that she was my wife, and this was our wedding night. I joined her in unbuttoning my shirt, taking the top buttons. Our fingers met in the middle. I curled mine around hers for a moment before I swiped the shirt off my shoulders.
“Your turn.” I grinned with pointed seduction.
I didn’t wait for a response as I slipped the thin silky straps of her bra down each shoulder and kissed her neck and clavicle bone as I unlatched the bra and let it tumble to the bed. As expected, her beautiful small breasts stood upright independently, proud to be perfect. I regretted I’d worn an undershirt as I wanted my skin to touch hers, feel those sweet nipples on my chest. She must have had the same idea as she grabbed the edge of my tank and lifted it up over my head, exposing my chest to her greedy little mouth that swooped in and lapped up my left nipple, sending bolts of arousal to my already too interested cock.
After moving to the right nipple and nipping it with her teeth, she feathered kisses across my chest. My skin was ignited with ice and fire. She was a surfer, a vixen, and a muse. I traced my hands on her soft shoulders, wanting to take her, but enjoying her mouth’s exploration of my body. Her wet kisses caressed down my body to my navel where her tongue swirled, and I bucked into her involuntarily, my cock aching to get closer. Down she went, ever so slowly until she reached the most tortured part of me. She unbuttoned my pants; my cock jutted into her chin through the fabric.
Her deft fingers rimmed my waistband and gently tugged at my trousers. I helped her glide them off my body, leaving me only wearing the boxer briefs she claimed to love to wear to bed. Evidently, it was true as her eyes widened, and a coquettish smile graced her face.
“These are my favorite,” she cooed, sliding her hands down either side of my butt cheeks.
I couldn’t wait any longer; her ministrations were killing me. “This is my favorite,” I exclaimed as I ripped my briefs down and my cock finally sprang free, almost hitting her in the face.
I saw a momentary look of panic as she regarded my size. “Holy shit!” she exclaimed and backed away just a little, hopefully not out of fear, but to get a better view. “Wow, what am I going to do with that?” she asked, mercilessly playing with my purple cock head. “You’re enormous.” Her fingers danced around my member in awe.
When her ass beckoned me across the casino, I never really considered our physical compatibility. I knew she was slender and nymph-like, but I didn’t much think about my larger than normal sized cock. I was rather embarrassed by it growing up, showers in the gym were painful, because even unaroused, it was a monster. My balls were no better, thick, round, and heavy. I was made for breeding, one of the women I’d dated had said when she wanted me to give her a child, no strings attached.
Lauren had also been small, so I knew how to help Arcadia; knew how to make my cock work for her.
“I’ll go slow; it’s going to be fine,” I said, giving her a reassuring kiss.
Her expression eased, and she smiled a sweet and genuine smile that lit up her face. “Oh, it’ll be fine …” She stroked my cock softly with her hand. “So fine,” she sang as she dipped her head down to me.
She took my burning, rigid, engorged flesh into her soft warm mouth as I slipped my dick into heaven.
Chapter 6
Arcadia
His velvet skin tasted fantastic. While I sort of freaked at the sight of him, I figured the best way to embrace it was to just dive right in. I thought if I could get my mouth around him first, I would know better how to manage his size. I’d only been with two other men before, one was thin and lanky with a cock to match, the other was well-built like Xavier but stubby and short in the manhood department. On the contrary, Xavier’s thick, long, steely member would be a challenge.
I stretched my jaw as wide as I could to accommodate his girth. His silky skin slid easily into my mouth as I heard Xavier let out a grown. He smelled like lingering soap from an earlier shower, and I loved his sweet, salty taste. The pre-cum was dribbling from the tip of his mushroom head, and I swirled my tongue around it, tasting his essence. His balls were heavy and thick as my fingers rolled around them, finding his pubic hair neatly trimmed and maintained. A man who groomed, oh what a relief.
I slid my mouth down lower on him as I massaged his balls. His fingers tangled in my hair as I heard another moan escape him, and he bent over me in ecstasy, for a moment, vulnerable. It felt great; I was doing that to him with just my mouth. I was throwing him over; Xavier Dean was panting on my bare back. I felt a warm swath of pride melt from my mouth to my sex, which was already moist and starting to drip. As soon as he put his finger there, he’d discover how wet I was. My inner slut would be revealed, which was mostly just in my head; I wasn’t a slut, just a girl in need of love, the kind of love we all truly want.
Xavier wasn’t most likely going to be that love, but I made sure for tonight, he was. I didn’t want a Vegas thing; I didn’t want to leave some debaucherous remnant of me behind. I wanted one night married to the man of my dreams.
I wanted to escape the fear and dread that had welled in me all night as I read some of the texts my father was sending, each getting increasingly angry demanding that I meet him and his friend.
So tucking Xavier Dean’s dick deeper into my throat, fighting my gag reflex to give him more pleasure was just the fantasy I needed. I took as much of him down my throat as I could and swallowed the pooling saliva in my mouth. It was hard, almost too hard, but I wanted to give Xavier this, I knew men liked it. I’d never tried to take a man that far down into my throat before. It was intense. I felt compelled and driven to give him as much pleasure as I possibly could, so I opened and relaxed my mouth as it slid up and down on him. I then pressed him down as far as I could take him again. Feeling him fill me up and cut off my air, I panicked a little. I heard a groan, then his cock bucked into me, and he pulled my head off him.
I gasped for air and wiped the saliva from my face, trying to grin, though I was reeling a little from the experience. His face was sweet and loving.
He was breathless. “I want this night to last, love. If you stayed down there much longer,” he pulled me up to face him, “I was going to cum in your beautiful mouth,” he said as he kissed my raw lips.
I shuddered a little. “I’m glad you didn’t,” I said as I raked my fingers through his hair. “I want the night to last too.” I was a little sadder than I wanted to sound, knowing we’d probably just have this one night together.
“So, wife,” he huffed playfully sensing my shifting mood.
He pounced me onto my back as his body moved between my legs. I could feel the size and strength of him on me. He kissed my mouth again, his tongue bidding entrance as it swirled and danced with mine. This time his tongue, strong and ardent, had a power of its own. He’d been holding back and was about to show he was in control of the evening.
“Two can play this game,” he growled as his tongue
licked across my lips and his teeth bit my bottom lip while I squealed, feeling myself gush.
“Um,” words escaped me. “Husband?” I rasped as his stubbled chin made its way to my neck. My legs wiggled on either side of him, and I’m sure he could feel my wetness soaking through my panties with my legs splayed so wide.
He delivered warm kisses down my neck sending tingles of excitement through me as little butterflies rocketed up from my toes. I wanted to giggle but bit down on my lip instead. His hot breath and scratchy chin trailed down to my aching breasts. First, he pinched the left nipple with his fingers a little harder than I expected, and everything in my body exploded. He used his tongue to circle around the right one, planting kisses on it, then sucked it into his mouth; hard. His teeth bit down on the erect nipple, not too hard, but hard enough to spike a lightning bolt of need through me, his fingers on the other nipple mirroring what his teeth were doing. My back arched to meet him, feeling the hardness of his naked cock on my belly.
I gasped and yelped, the sensation was almost too much. Sensing this, he softened his mouth, flattening his tongue on my pebbled bud, soothing it.
“You’re too delicious, Arcadia,” he mumbled into my breast, his hand dancing its way down my body.
I shivered. “Careful, you might eat me up.”
“That’s the plan,” he growled.
I wasn’t worried, I told myself when his mouth slid over to my other breast and did the same thing, cooled its aching with soft strokes of his tongue. His fingers smoothed over the tender bud of my other breast as his foraging hand made contact with the thin pubic barricade protecting my dripping wetness. I was so glad I’d shaved and done my own maintenance grooming. It was just part of my routine, but I was happy for my fastidious self-care, all in preparation for a man who didn’t even exist until now.
His hand felt my wetness as it glided down into my panties. His kisses descended to my navel swirling in and out of the sensitivity there. His finger dipped almost lazily across my dripping petals, arousing excited sensations deep within me.
“Oh my, we should have no trouble getting me in here, darling.” He laughed, pulling his soaking wet finger up to show me how it glistened in the moonlight. “You’re like a slip and slide.”
I cowered a moment feeling the hotness of shame on my cheeks. It’d been too long since anyone other than me had touched me, and it showed.
His damp finger lifted my chin so that our eyes met. “I love that you’re so ready for me. I’ve been wanting you all night long. It was hard to think of anything else.” His voice was musky and kind as he nuzzled my neck, kissing my tingling skin.
His hand returned to my mound and dove one digit inside me. I gasped again and angled my body into his invading finger which was pulsing in and out of my wetness, the others dancing along my folds. After winding me up with his expert touch, he sat up, kneeling between my legs, smiling a smarmy grin.
“Can we try and see if it fits?” I begged him, breathless while he looked upon me, his eyes hungry and almost savage.
“My wife is so eager …” His voice was strong and controlled as he kissed my breast. “You wanted love, so …” He kissed the other breast. “Let me love you.”
I sighed as his hand moved back to my wetness and pinched the bud of my clit, driving me mad as I flooded him with another gush. He chuckled and stroked the glistening juice over his bulbous head, making it shine. He painted his cock with more of me as he dipped his finger into me again. His cock stood up strong and proud between his legs. He didn’t need to pump it at all; it was ready for me, and I was pretty sure, but not entirely, I was ready for him. I knew I wanted him in me more than anything. In fact, I felt a void without him. I craved the connection between our bodies. I thought if we breached that, the rest would follow and perhaps lead us to something deeper.
I felt there was something more between us. This wasn’t just sex. It was almost as if we’d passed “hello” and the endless hours of getting to know each other, our likes and dislikes, our lives, our desires, and just settled into allowing those things to infiltrate a love that might be blooming somewhere within us.
“Let’s get rid of these first,” he teased, edging my lacy thong off my body. As soon as he had them off, he looked at me with a mix of dismay and wonder. “And what would be the point of these exactly?” he asked, dangling the tiny piece of wet cloth in the air.
I blushed. “I was feeling sexy tonight. I only have a couple of pairs … Like I said, I prefer yours.” My eyes darted away from the damp, defiled cloth … what a mess it was; evidence of my neediness.
Xavier brought the panties to his nose and smelled them, which totally made me crazy, so I grabbed them out of his hands and tossed them across the room.
“That is seriously so gross … ew!” I chided.
“Not to me.” He laughed as he grabbed both of my legs and whipped them out from under me, spreading me wider in front of him. “But this is better.” His nose sniffed my splayed labia, and I angled away from it in utter embarrassment. “And so is this,” he added as his tongue struck across my vaginal opening; a rainbow of heat arched from his tongue to my heart. “But this is my favorite,” he hummed into my sex as he dove his tongue right into my center.
My body bucked into his face, pressing his tongue in deeper.
“Oh, my God,” I breathed. “Oh. My. God.”
A few more thrusts of his tongue, and that’s all it took. My mind was a blur of swirls and light, sensation, wetness, knotted tensions deep within my core screwing me up in knots until I grabbed the sheets, my hands flailing as a scream slipped out of my mouth, my body contracting violently around his tongue as my arousal flooded his mouth. I quaked and bucked and breathed out until I rode over the peak of my desire, plummeting into the cavern below.
“Please,” I begged. “Please … I want you!” The sound of my voice was so hungered and greedy, having just blasted off to Mars. I was floating down from the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had, and all he did was use his tongue … imagine … oh God, imagine his massive rod, what it could do?
“Thank you, my love.” Xavier swallowed and wiped his wet mouth. “I think you might be ready for me now.”
His eyes narrowed into a playful sneer as he slunk up my body, his hands spreading me as far as my legs would go. I looked into his glorious eyes that were staring straight into my soul.
“I trust you,” I whispered as I kissed his chin, hovering so close to my face.
He returned my kiss with one to my lips. “I hope you always do.” His voice was gentle and kind.
Always?
His cock head was positioned at the entrance of my wet pussy as he wiped it across my tender skin, painting my folds with both of our arousals. He then leaned across me to the nightstand behind my head and pulled out a condom wrapped in foil. He bit it with his teeth and ripped it open.
“I’m a safety guy,” he said with a grin.
“I’m glad.” I smiled. I was glad because I wasn’t on the pill since there was no need. It would have been dangerous I guess, but part of me was a little sad for it too, wanting to fully feel him inside me. He sat up momentarily and rolled the condom over his huge cock. I forced myself to look and get ready for what was to come. I also made sure to smile with the happiness I was feeling inside. I would have made love to a bulldozer if it was attached to him. I knew I could handle anything he had.
When it was on, he leaned back over me. I craved his nearness. He then returned his cock to the entrance of my pussy. I took a deep breath.
“Just relax,” he soothed. “I’ll go really slow and make sure you tell me if anything ever hurts.” With that, he slipped the tip of his cock in.
The head spread my lips apart, and my heart raced a little. This was only the tip, but I took another breath.
“Good girl,” he rasped, heady with his own passions as he pressed himself farther into me.
I felt myself widen around him. He then picked up my knees and an
gled my hips out further so that I could accommodate him better. He pressed in deeper. He struggled only a little, but my slickness glided over him, and he was able to press in more.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice fringed with carnal need.
“Mmm …” I couldn’t speak, that was the best he was going to get.
“You want me to stop?” he breathed, edging the disappointment in his voice.
I shook my head “no” as my hands found his ass and pulled them in closer, sliding him in deeper.
He filled me to excruciating depths. I cried out. Some of it was pain; however, most of it was bliss. His body stilled as he was seated almost to the hilt within me. He took long deep breaths, kissing my temple, earlobe, and chin before he pulled out a little and let me breathe. I sucked in some air readying myself for what was to come.
I was ready to brave the fullness and the stretching. I wanted him to make love to me, so I slid my hips back as far as they could go, the bed keeping me from going very far and then thrust myself into him, wincing only a little. I had to test it, see what it was like. Splinters and fireworks, that’s what it was. Like his tongue in me only edged with a knife. I wanted more … I wanted the whole parade to course down Main street, marching band, floats, dancers, riders on horses; I wanted him thrusting and pulsing … releasing in me. I wanted to be his world.
He pushed himself in again slowly as he had the first time. And when he was seated fully inside me, his ball sack resting on my ass, I gripped his hair, tightly entwining it in my fingers.
“I’m good to go,” I moaned.
He laughed. “Are you now?”
“Yes, yes … please yes.” I couldn’t take it anymore; I needed his manhood to maneuver in me, make love to me, join us.
“OK, I’m good to go too.” He laughed, mocking a little as he pulled out again ever so slowly, his cock grazing the inside of my pussy, igniting and inflaming every tender nerve within it.
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