Mom, don't read this

Her Lemon

He carried me gently up the stairs to our room, we had hardly said a word to one another since the ceremony ended, and I knew that we were both extremely eager for what was about to come next. His strong arms cradled me gently, yet firmly against his body, the feeling of his chest against me was making me impatient. I could feel the muscles in his abdomen shift with his every step, bringing us closer and closer to our target; the bed. My eyes were locked onto his face as he carried me. His usually stern features always softened when we were alone, and right now, they were absolutely glorious. They held an intense passion and love when he looked at me, which he shared with nobody else. It was far from the first time he had gazed upon me like that, but I never failed to blush under his fervent glare. My body grew hot in his grasp as we finally made it to our destination. My expectant mind raced as he gently released me from his arms and laid me down on the bed. I half-hoped he would just lunge at me, unable to hold back his lust any further, and ravage me as he wished. Instead, his gentle nature prevailed, and he knelt down in front of me, tenderly dragging his finger down my leg to my foot and removing my shoes. He kissed his way back up my legs and stood tall at the end of the bed. His strong hands gripped at my sides, lifting me slightly from the sheets as he climbed over me, positioning his mouth above my neck and placing kisses from my shoulder to my ear, his quiet breath whispered sweet nothings to me that further rotted my already compromised rationality, and further stirred my storming emotions. His other hand made its way up my thigh, climbing under my dress and playing with the softness of my healthy size. My arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him in closer to me, hoping to raise the level of profound satisfaction I was experiencing just from his touch. The soft suction of his lips as he laid hickeys up and down my neck left me with throbbing bursts of excitement that pulsed with each beat of my heart. He traveled down to my chest and carefully undid the buttons that confined my bust with expert precision, not a fumbling finger nor pulled string. He gently tugged my dress up over my head and dropped it onto the floor, uncovering the entirety of my eagerly awaiting form. Not wanting to be the only half-naked one in the room, I gripped his tie and pulled him back into my lustful reach. I loosened the knot of his tie and undid the top buttons of his shirt, running my fingers over the bare skin they had revealed. I couldn't contain myself enough to grant him the same kindness he did to me as I ripped open the rest of his shirt, sending the rest of his buttons flying around the room. He stood back for a second with shocked expression before it was replaced with a feverish grin. He pulled off his ruined shirt and undid his belt, dropping his pants to the floor. The white light of the moon gave him the appearance of a marble statue, chiseled to perfection, like the image of a god. Just him standing in front of me sent a new rush of zealous passion through my body. He leaned over me again, his lips grazing the tender skin of my stomach as he climbed up to my chest. He reached under my back and undid the snap of my bra, pulling it off in one quick motion. My breasts bounced from the suddenness and he eyed them greedily. He pulled me up onto his lap and gripped both of my wrists in one hand and held them up above my head. His other hand worked one nipple while his mouth pleasured the other. Fiery waves of satisfaction flooded my body, making me convulse with every explosive sensation he created specially for me. My back arched and my eyes rolled back as his tongue played with my bosom, the motions of his tongue and his rough, yet tender touch worked in tandem to appease my desire. I grinded my lower body against him, searching for even more ways to pleasure my already overloaded senses. His daring assault on my nerves continued as I felt my body coming closer to my limits with his every action. He finally relented from my breasts and I tried to calm my gasping breath while he smiled proudly at his work. He let go of my wrists, returning my arms to my control, with which I pulled his body close to mine, using him as a firm foundation to hold me steady in the tempest of delight coursing through me. My nails dug into his back as one hand reverently pulled my hair while the other traveled in between my legs, the anticipation alone was enough to make me shake. His fingertips pressed against the thin material of my panties and he hooked his finger over their waistband, pulling them down my legs to the floor. Fully expecting to be met with the girth of my husband's manhood, I was pleasantly surprised to feel him slide down my body and position his head between my legs. His hands gripped tightly on my waist, sliding me towards the edge of the bed, my thighs framing his face as he guided me into place. The feeling of his hot breath against my skin spurred my body even further out of my control. My fingers swam through his thick hair and pulled his head into me, too impatient for pleasure to let him be gentle. His tongue eagerly licked at me, lapping up the pleasure that had overflowed from my body. The powerful motions of his tongue edged my body onward, pushing me closer and closer to release, satisfying my cravings for more and more of his devotion. The sensation of his soft love was replaced by vigorous indulgence at the sound of my moans, my body needing to express my gratification of his efforts. I gripped his hair tightly and my legs wrapped around his shoulders, trapping him, forcing him to continue pleasuring me until I allowed him his freedom. I kneaded my breasts with my free hand, increasing the flow of pleasure running rampant in my body. A particularly well-placed swipe of his tongue threw my body into overdrive, causing me to sit up abruptly and pull his head back in order for me to catch my stolen breath. A tiny chuckle and devilish grin made my heart flutter as he pulled my hands from his head and interlocked his fingers with mine, pulling them behind my back and resuming his demonstration of carnal yearning. My thighs twitched with every pass of his tongue over my most sensitive parts, turning me to putty that he manipulated flawlessly to further please me. Once again both of my wrists were gripped in one hand and the other entered my tight, trembling body, multiplying the already overwhelming delectation I was experiencing. I shuddered under his touch and let my body finally release, a loud moan accompanying the final step of my appeasement. My hands were freed and I was granted a reprieve to catch my breath, while I listened to my husband laugh quietly to himself looking at my overwhelmed state. My chest heaved as I attempted to calm myself, but to no avail, the remaining dregs of pleasure still powerful enough to leave me shaking. He crawled back up onto the bed, hovering over me and we kissed passionately, the taste of my love still lingering on his lips. His fingers still worked on my slick undersides as he kissed me, stealing my breath and my lips in two simple motions. He sat back and I held his gaze through half-lidded eyes, a slight nod and a quick change in position gave him the invitation to continue his wholehearted work. One hand grasped at my waist, his thumb resting in the crevice of my hip, the other by my head, positioning us face-to-face, allowing us to watch each other experience the wonderous feelings of our bodies. I felt him press himself against me, the warmth of his body merging with mine. With a small groan, and a bit of force, he slid into me, pausing for a moment to let me become accustomed to his size. I released my grip on his wrist when the pain eased, to let him know to continue, and felt him slowly start to pump back and forth inside me. Each stroke engulfed me in a new wave of thrilling sensations, each more powerful than the last. Arching my back, I tried to get even closer to his firm body, grabbing onto the muscles of his back for support. Our moans grew louder and my fingers dug into his skin as the pleasure built inside me. His member filled me perfectly, I felt his every movement with explicit clarity as my body clamped around him. I bit my lip hoping to hold out as long as I possibly could, but just a few seconds more and I came to my peak yet again, feeling myself release at the same moment as my husband. He buried his face in my neck and we both took in deep breaths trying to recover from our exercise in pleasure. He rolled away from me and we laid on our backs beside each other. I wanted to get up and clean myself off, but I had no faith in the abilities of my trembling legs. He turned on his side and ran his fingers through my hair, staring at me in quiet wonder. I smiled looking into the innocent eyes of the man who had just flipped my world on its head like it was no big deal. I pulled myself over to him before I would eventually succumb to the exhaustion that his actions had brought out in me. He wrapped his arms around my back and I relaxed into his hold, allowing the last stirs of elation to leave my body. He gently lifted my chin and we locked our lips in a final act of intimacy as we cuddled against each other. My eyes closed, and I hung on to the thoughts of the sensations I had just experienced, hoping that there might be another round in the near future.