There was perhaps no other moment in her entire life so far when she’d so fully grasped the difference between a man and a woman than now, she thought to herself. Shyly glancing down, she felt her face burn as she listened to her husband’s harsh, ragged breathing. It brushed against her ear, tickling her and allowing her to take undeniable notice of every little groan and grunt she strung out of him with every pump of her soft hands.
He had been going to the gym recently, she realized. She hadn’t been able to notice much because of her studies, but it was soon apparent to her as she stared at his arms on either side of her. The change was ever so slight, but it was enough for her to see and blush. So he’d been going to the gym for her. Because he had wanted to look good to her. Because he cared enough to actually go and make an effort.
She peered up at his face from beneath her dark lashes and studied his crinkled expression. His eyes were closed and his brows furrowed as he hoarsely whispered her name into her ear. Her heart jumping at the sound of her name – her birth name – she gently kissed him. He was wild and loose, his restraint quickly falling to the wayside as she continued to play with him. In efforts to tease him, she slowed her hand before rubbing a finger over the head.
He didn’t like being teased much though because he began growling, and when she looked up, saw him frowning at her with narrowed eyes.
“…I want you to cum inside,” she explained timidly. Embarrassed by her tentative attitude, she averted her gaze. The scent of their intimacy was making her heady, and as she looked up at him from where she lay on the bed, she felt for the first time just how naked they both were. Crossing her legs, she mumbled, “I don’t think it’s particularly unreasonable to ask for that.”
“You want me to cum inside?” he said throatily.
When she heard nothing but silence from him, she opened an eye to find him sitting up. Almost immediately her eyes slid down his chest and past the little love marks she had left all the way down to his cock. It was fully erect now and throbbing, but he didn’t even seem to care because oh! he was breathing on her clit, spreading her folds wide and exposing her to what seemed the entire world, when she felt his tongue slip inside.
Weaving her fingers through his hair, she curled her toes tighter and tighter as he tasted her. Letting out a shuddering sigh, she looked up at the ceiling with wide eyes. Her mind was slowly going blank with every flick of his tongue until she could barely recognize her own voice as she called out his name.
And then, as if that already wasn’t enough, he introduced his fingers deep inside her. Groaning, she felt him stretch her wide as if to prepare her for his girth. Tugging on his hair, she closed her eyes and gave in to the riveting waves of pleasure washing over her. Impatiently, she waited for the pleasure to explode, to tremble with ecstasy, when he pulled away both fingers and tongue, leaving her with her chest heaving and such desperation she had never thought possible.
“You want me to cum inside, don’t you?”
She nodded, and he beckoned for her to come closer. Sitting up, she crawled to him. His hands guided her knees apart, and slowly, tantalizingly, he rubbed the tip against her slit. She let out a frustrated whine at his teasing, and he looked up at her sharply.
“Is there something you’d like to tell me?”
“…I just…” She tearfully looked up at him. “I just can’t wait any more,” she said in a soft voice. “I think I’m going to go crazy, I… I want you so badly.” She looked up at him, her sadness interrupted only by her lust. “I’m going crazy, aren’t I?”
But he only smiled. “And now you know how I feel every day,” he said. Holding her face in his hands, he kissed her. Her eyes fluttering close, she slipped briskly into his affection when he gently pushed her down onto her back. He followed after her, his lips never once leaving her, save for a few agonizingly long seconds to gather breath again, if only so he could continue to lovingly tease her with his lips, when she cried out. Gasping, she looked up at him with wide eyes as the most delicious shiver ran all throughout her body. Her husband could only manage to let out a guttural groan as his knuckles became bone white and his entire body stiffened and trembled as he did his best not to cum too quickly.
Her heart beating so quickly, she touched his cheek as he swore.
“Bloody fucking hell,” he rasped. “Bloody fucking hell, your cunt… Fuck.”
C.C. smiled. Yes. Her cunt – now his to own – felt very nice, didn’t it? It felt soft, and warm, and all kinds of indescribable good, didn’t it?
For a virgin, he didn’t feel too bad either. Stretched her good and wide with his hard cock. It was a feeling she could get used to – and yet, never would for the rest of her life. Though what would she know? It was, after all, their first night together as one.
Well, no matter. She’d have plenty of time to figure that out for herself.
Track 36: Born for This