by M. L. Young
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
“Yes!” I screamed out loudly, as the climax arrived and resonated throughout my entire body.
My back arched, Roman’s fingers still inside of me, and the breath was taken from my lungs as my eyes seemed to roll back in my head, signaling just how great this truly was. I gasped for air, the climax finally starting to slowly subside, as I put my head back against the headboard and looked at Roman with wide and exhausted eyes.
“You have no idea how much that turns me on,” he said as he let my leg down from against his chest.
“You have no idea how much you turn me on,” I said with a tired smile as my strength and energy began to come back to me.
Roman smiled and looked at me as I looked down and saw his cock starting to break the threads on his briefs.
“My turn,” I said as I looked at him.
Chapter Six
As Roman rolled over, I towered over him, as if asserting my dominance, as I now wanted to give him the pleasure he had so graciously given me just moments earlier. He looked at me through hooded eyes, as he knew what to expect next, I was going to service his long rod, and I was going to make sure every stroke of my tongue made his toes curl up into his feet.
I bent down, still in my lingerie, my bottom high in the air, and kissed from his waistline all the way up to his lips, where I lingered and teased him as he waited for me to kiss him.
“You’re such a tease,” he groaned.
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” I said as I gripped his waistband tightly and pulled it.
I kissed down his body, starting at his chest, and licked each and every bump of his abs as I kept the waistband held tautly in the air. As I moved down his body, I could see his shaft just waiting to greet me as I was there for a much needed and wanted visit. My hands slid around his waistband and started to pull it down, as Roman arched up and let his briefs come fully off, as his erection flung up like a tightly wound rubber band. It was bulging with such vigor; the biggest I’d ever seen it. He definitely had no problem getting it up, and climbing on top of this beast would be like riding a soft, yet firm rock.
My hands, slightly warm from gripping the sheets so tightly, rubbed against his hanging fruit and massaged them gently, as to not cause him discomfort. He moaned, letting me know his acceptance and pleasure from this act. I bent down farther, licked the seam of my lips before placing my tongue against his fruit and flicking softly. I glanced up to catch his expression, which consisted of his mouth open and eyes tightly shut. I smiled, my tongue still massaging them, as I grabbed his massive shaft, as it easily dwarfed my small porcelain hand. As my hand ran up and down his shaft, I heard the pleasurable moans escape his mouth, as he couldn’t keep them in any longer.
My tongue left his fruit and moved up to his shaft, which was barely able to fit into my tiny mouth. I took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and opened my mouth as much as I could, so that I could accommodate his cock as much as possible. My eyes began to water as it went farther down my throat, before I finally released and pulled it out, gasping for sweet air as saliva dripped down onto his mushroom head.
“Don’t stop,” he said.
I began to rub his shaft faster, my saliva providing much needed lubrication, before I went back down. This time my mouth stretched easily and accepted him as I didn’t push the limits and instead stuck to the old classic of sucking it up and down. I saw the way he squirmed, as every stroke from my tongue sent his body into a tizzy. The faster I went, more of my saliva dripped down his shaft onto his fruit, making him smile as he had now watched on for his own pleasure.
“I can’t take this any longer. I need you,” he said passionately.
“Then take me,” I said after I pulled his shaft out of my mouth like a lollipop.
The look in his eyes was unforgettable. The lust and passion of a man about to commit a primal act with the woman he loved. We were going to unleash the primal beasts within us, and he was going to take me—take me away to a place only he could. I was going to leave this early world and instead enter one filled with complete lust and passion, the way it should be.
I flipped around, Roman still lying on the bed, and faced the wall as my bottom was now facing him. I mounted him, feeling his head against my pussy, trying to slowly enter as my still tight cherry craved for his attention. I slid down slowly, my saliva providing the lube, as my hands gripped his knees and squeezed them tighter and tighter with every inch that was inside of me.
“Yes,” Roman said as I went down farther, his hands now grabbing my bottom and squeezing each cheek tightly.
“Damn,” I whispered, as he was now fully inside of me.
I began to slowly ride him, as he used his hips to push himself farther into me. I let go of his kneecaps, and began to set the rhythm as I cupped my breasts, squeezing them and twisting my nipples as every inch of his massive piece came in and out of me like the tides on a beach. Roman, in an act of pleasure, began to slap my bottom—hard—and told me to keep going as every movement pleasured both of us equally well.
“Oh,” I moaned as I leaned down and slapped my bottom up and down in the air, giving him a clear view of what he was doing to me.
I felt him spread my cheeks apart, as if he was trying to get a better view of the show I was giving him. Normally I wouldn’t like that, but something about him spanking me gave him permission for just this one night. It was a night I didn’t want to ever forget, and at this pace, there was no way in hell I would ever forget the way he was making me feel.
“Lie down,” he said as he stopped thrusting into me, signaling he wanted to change positions.
I slid off his pole, flipped around, and lay down as he stood and pressed his knees against the bed. My right leg pressed against his shoulder as the left was kept down. Roman rubbed his dick, gripped it tightly, and pressed it against my pussy as it began to enter and penetrate my waiting body. I bit my lower lip, as this position, especially with my leg up, made him feel different inside of me. Each thrust of his body caused my breasts to push and pull up and down, as his undivided attention was locked onto them moving, as if they were the sun and he couldn’t look away.
Roman took his thumb, and out of nowhere, put it near my face, as my tongue wrapped around it and pulled it into my mouth. The look on his face was priceless, as if he didn’t know if he should focus on my pussy, my breasts, or the fact that I was sucking on his thumb. I let go of the suction, and his attention went back to my pussy, as he took his now wet thumb and began to rub it against me. I bit my lower lip, unable to take this pleasure, and pushed the back of my head into the mattress as my hands gripped the sheets in pleasure.
Roman suddenly slipped out of me, he grabbed my hand, and pulled me up quickly as all of the blood rushed to my head. He took me over to the wall, spun me around as he let go of my hand, and pressed my palms against the cream-colored wall as he stood behind me.
“What a naughty boy,” I said.
I spread apart my legs, sweat glistening both of our bodies, as he bent down slightly, before coming up behind me and pushing his throbbing shaft inside of me. I didn’t know how he had this much stamina and endurance, especially with all we’ve already done tonight, but I knew he couldn’t last much longer, and that pretty soon he was going to erupt, and when he did, I was going to do something out of left field and let him remember this night forever.
Roman began thrusting, my breasts pressed against the wall, only to be softly slammed into it again every time he pressed. It was a little rougher than I was used to, but it felt so good, and I knew I was going to make this a part of our normal routine, especially on our honeymoon. Roman’s hands reached from behind and cupped my breasts, as his hands were now being pushed into the wall. He didn’t care, though, for he began to fondle them and squeeze them as if he had never felt a pair before. He had felt mine hundreds of times, but he was the most active with them now, and him touching me like this only turned me on
more.
“I’m close,” he said as his hands let go of my breasts and slid down my curves.
Now was my chance, and I was going to end this with a bang, just like the final fireworks on the Fourth of July.
I pulled out, turned around, noticing the look of shock spread across his face, as I dropped to my knees, and shoved his red and throbbing veined shaft into my mouth as my small white hand started to jerk him quickly.
Roman pushed his hand against the wall, keeping himself upright, as I serviced his tube the only way I knew how. He moaned, clearly in pleasure, as I could almost feel his nectar coursing throughout his dick. I was sucking it out, and I wanted it to explode all over me.
“I’m…close,” he said faintly.
I continued to work, as my tongue flickered against his head, which was just the last thing he needed to finally erupt.
“Oh,” he moaned as his breathing got heavier, indicating it was just a second from coming out.
I released my mouth from his head and stroked it quickly as I pointed it straight toward my face. I looked up for one moment to see Roman’s shocked expression, as seeing this set him off.
His nectar sprayed out like a fire hydrant, as he moaned out in pleasure and almost lost the strength in his knees, as his hands against the wall were the only things keeping him fully upright.
I felt it splatter across my face, the first time ever, and almost felt liberated by it, as it was the ultimate sign that I could please my man fully. I had given him the most intense and mind-shattering encounter of his life, and it was the perfect way to start our marriage. The nectar stopped coming out, and he began to breathe normally again as his eyes opened and he gripped his shaft.
“That was—” he said.
“Amazing,” I interjected.
I got up, looked at him, and saw him smile as the veins throbbed in his glistening neck.
“Why don’t we go clean up and take a shower before bed,” I said as I grabbed his hand.
“That sounds wonderful,” he replied as he stumbled along into the bathroom behind me.
I somehow knew that these sessions—and they were amazing—were going to be a normal part of our everyday lives. Roman and I had a chemistry that couldn’t be explained, but was clearly there, and demanded to be known and heard. Our lust and desire for each other was never ending, and I knew our honeymoon, wherever it was, would be spectacular, as it would likely be filled mostly in bed with each other.
As Roman turned on the shower, I looked at him, slapped his butt, and walked past him into the steaming shower, as if disappearing into the mist. If you need me, I’ll be with my husband.
Chapter Seven
I woke up the next morning promptly at six, for it was now officially our honeymoon, and I had to get ready to go to wherever it was we were going. Roman had made me pack light and thin clothes, saying we were going somewhere a little warm, and that I wouldn’t be needing any kind of sweaters, which I mostly had here because of how cold it was. I was a little skeptical, not knowing our final destination, but I knew that Roman had great intentions and wanted to have one big secret, since I was in on everything with the wedding.
“Good morning, Mrs. Parker,” he said as we lay in bed and stared into each other’s eyes.
“Good morning, Mr. Parker,” I replied, reciprocating his title.
“I can’t believe we’re actually married,” he said as his fingers played with the diamond on my ring, which I had worn to bed.
“I know. To think that a year ago we were going on our first date, and now we’re actually together…forever. It’s amazing,” I said.
Roman leaned in, kissed me softly on the lips, and sat up as he scratched his tanned body. I watched him get up and stretch, as all I wanted to do was jump on top of him and have another amazing session like we had experienced last night. As much as I wanted to, though, I knew we didn’t have the time for those kinds of shenanigans, and I instead kept those urges to myself, keeping them tucked neatly away for when our plane landed and we were in our room.
“We have to get ready to go. Your parents told me last night that they’d meet us in the lobby, for they have to get on the road. I’m surprised they got up this early to leave,” Roman said as he walked around the bed.
“Yeah, they’re early birds in every sense of the word. What time does our flight leave?” I asked.
“It leaves at eight, and we’re taking the jet this time. Not a lot of commercial planes fly where we’re going,” Roman said with a smile as he shut the bathroom door.
Not a lot of planes flew where we were going? I tried to think of a bunch of places in my head, and the only warm places I could think of where not a lot of commercial planes flew were in the Middle East. I hope we weren’t going there, though, for I was thinking more of a beach, possibly in the South Pacific or Caribbean. I continued to lie in bed and think, and as I did, I could hear the sounds of splashing water inside of the shower Roman was taking. As I looked down at my twinkling ring, I was reminded of what this signified. No dorm, no more boy hunting, a start of a beautiful family, and the start of an amazing life with the man who was more perfect than the most perfect guy I could come up with in my head.
***
“Well, I think we have everything,” Roman said as he huddled our bags together by the door to our room.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to forget anything,” I said as I scoured the room for any misplaced belongings.
“Everything is replaceable anyway, babe. Just make sure you have your ring, though,” he said.
I put my right hand atop of my left and touched the diamond with my trickling fingers.
“Don’t worry. I’ll never forget my ring,” I said with a smile.
“Well then, I think we have everything. We better get downstairs before the driver thinks we aren’t coming,” he said.
I looked back one last time before turning around and walking out the door. The next couple to come in here would be celebrating their blissful wedding night just as we did, well except probably not as crazy as us. Those kinds of antics were reserved for us, and only us.
My parents were waiting in the lobby, their travel worn suitcases standing next to them as they were sipping on fresh coffee, which was steaming out of the Styrofoam cups.
“There they are,” my mother said with a smile.
“Are you excited for your trip?” my father asked.
“Very,” I said as I looked up at Roman.
“Natalie, come here for a second,” my mother said as she grabbed me and pulled me over to the side, leaving Roman and my father to talk.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“I know it’s none of my business, but I have to know. Did you and Roman consummate the marriage last night?” she asked.
“What?” I asked in shock, as my mother had never brought up sex to me before.
“Well, you know, you’re supposed to enter that bond with your husband on your wedding night, and I just want to make sure you did. It’s very important that you did. Your second cousin Julia didn’t do it on her wedding night and you know how her wedding ended,” she said.
“Yes, Mom, we did it,” I said quickly.
“That’s my girl. Now you’re sure to have a happy and healthy marriage,” she said.
I rolled my eyes and walked back over to my father and Roman, as my mother trailed along behind me, hopefully not about to open her mouth and tell my father and the hotel staff, which weren’t that far away.
“Your mother and I got you two this. I know it isn’t much, considering you, fancy-pants, but we want you to have it when you arrive at your destination and enjoy yourselves,” my father said as he pulled out a dusty bottle of wine from his bag.
“It’s wonderful,” Roman said as he took it.
“Thank you,” I replied with a smile.
“Well, we better get a move on if we want to beat that traffic. You kids have a safe flight, and please send us an e-mail when you get there.
We don’t have those big minute plans, so only call if it’s an emergency,” my father said.
“Your father. Always trying to save a buck,” my mother said.
Roman and I both gave them hugs, strong ones, and let go to see them walk out the door bickering about which highway to take home. I smiled, but frowned a little on the inside, as I knew I wouldn’t see them again for a while. With school and a new marriage, I didn’t have a lot of free time this semester to take trips back home, even if I desperately wanted them.
“It looks like our driver is outside. Shall we go?” Roman asked as he put his hand on his bag.
I smiled and nodded before grabbing my bags and walking out behind him through the sliding glass doors and out to the car, where the driver was waiting patiently. The driver loaded up our bags, as we got inside the backseat, and soon watched the hotel disappear as we drove away. The chapter of our wedding was now officially over, and it was on to the honeymoon.
***
“Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Parker, and welcome aboard,” the flight attendant said as we walked up the steps of the plane and into the cabin.
“Thank you so much,” Roman said.
I smiled before sitting down in the cream-colored leather seat, as the cushioning enveloped my body, as if I were sitting on a pure cloud.
“We took your breakfast orders and I will be preparing them shortly. Pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs, and whole-wheat toast are on the menu, and as always, the plane is stocked with all of your favorite drinks and snacks. Please, don’t hesitate to call me if you need me, and enjoy the flight,” the flight attendant said in a cheerful voice.
I had no idea how she could be this chipper and happy at this hour, for I felt like a dragon, but I guess that’s what caffeine will do to you, no matter the time of day. Roman looked out of the window and watched the crew preparing, but soon looked back at me, to make sure I was comfortable.
“So, you didn’t tell me, where are we going?” I asked.