Briar
Vaughn let me catch my breath for approximately three seconds before he calmly stood to his full height, and tossed me over his shoulder like I was a sack of potatos he was intent on devouring.
quite literally.
Once we were off the balcony and in the bed room, he carefully placed me down onto the bed, and gently took off my hearing aid. The carefulness of the routine warmed my heart, but I was slightly deflated again when I remembered we weren't going to have sex on the balcony, but he grabbed my face, making my lips pucker, "Make no mistake, Briar. I will be fucking you on the balcony," He reassured me, "But first, I'm going to watch while my cock goes up my wife's pretty little ass for the first time."
I took a hard swallow, my nerves going haywire. "Alright." I relented, and he turned me so I was on my stomach, and maneuvered my thighs, spreading them apart.
The way Vaughn took complete control of my body, always placing me where he wanted me to be, as crazy as it sounds, made me incredibly horny. There was no guessing, no hesitation with him. Just blind trust that he will put me where I needed to go.
Once I was in the right potion, Vaughn threaded his fingers through my hair, smooshed the side of my face on the bed, and propped up my ass in the air, spreading me apart.
I could feel his careful gaze running over me in probably the most comprising position I've ever been in, but neither of us gave a fuck as he gave a firm, long lick starting from my clit, all the way down to my bottom hole.
I clenched my entire body at the feeling, and Vaughn positioned me further back, and promptly began eating my pussy out from behind.
I let out a low whimper at the unexpected sensation of his lips and tongue latching into my clit, and his nose probing into my asshole.
I buried my head further into the comforter below me, as I felt an overwhelming, sensual heat spread through my body. It was almost subtle at first, then gradually escalating as seconds passed. I held onto the white sheets like my life depended on it, my toes curling, and my stomach clenching and twitching as I came undone for the second time that night.
A low buzzing rang in my brain, and my hands and thighs couldn't stop shaking from the overwhelming sensations, and at the same time I felt Vaughn shuffle around, and his hands removed from my body.
Next I felt the bed dip, and I turned around to question what he was doing, but he grabbed my face, "Stay right here, in this position."
"Yes sir." I teased him, and it prompted him to give me a very firm smack on the ass. I lurched forward and a stunned smile came to my face.
"You liked that, huh baby?" Vaughn goaded me, and I had no energy left in me to try and even deny it. Plus, he's my husband. Its like, his job to ensure I enjoy myself during sex.
"Mhm." I agreed shamelessly, my thighs clenching tighter.
He placed his thumb on my asshole, inching in barely a centimeter, "I saw this pretty little hole here clench with need after I did it." He informed me, and I probably would've been better off not knowing that information, but I knew Vaughn was severely blunt when I married him, so I had no one to blame but myself.
I felt as the bed dipped as Vaughn moved off the bed, and once again when he came back over toward me, and it didn't take but seconds to register the cold liquid traveling down the crease of my back, and over my asshole.
He got back in his position behind me, and almost violently shoved two fingers in, and I instantly felt a burning sensation that hurt more than it felt good.
I let out a couple of pained whimpers, and after a few more thrusts he pulled his fingers out, and I felt as he ran his dick over my back hole, "It'll be a tight fit at first, but I'll take care of you sweet girl. Just relax this right here for me." He directed me, as he ran his tip right over me.
He slowly plunged inside, each thick inch sliding inside with more ache than I would've liked. It felt like I was losing my virginity again. This time, only worse.
I let out a shaky breath, pulling forward and away from him and his comically large dick, but he held my waist in place, insuring I couldn't go anywhere.
He reached around and used his thumb to rub tight circles on my clit, while moving his hips in a more consistent thrust, and it took a few minutes of dirty words whispered in my ear before I felt the pain turn into something different.
"My little lamb, clenching onto my cock so tight."
"Nasty girl taking me so deep."
He gave my clit a pinch, and pulled out slightly before plunging back in with urgency, when suddenly the deep ache went from a dull ache to a familiar, pleasing sensation.
It didn't take but a minute more for his deep, consistent thrusts before I was panting from pleasure, meeting his thrusts with an urgency of my own.
It hurt, but it hurt so. fucking. good.
After another minute, Vaughn's coordinated thrusts turned careless, and sloppy, and when he buried himself in me again, suddenly I had the urge to stop.
My toes curled as I let out a breathless moan, and my nailed dug into the sheets below me, and I knew my orgasm felt different this time.
I straightened back up with him still inside me, "Vaughn!" I cried out in warning, the urge to pee, and if Vaughn didn't stop, I was going to directly onto him, "Vaughn, wait, I'm going to-"
Suddenly an overwhelming and uncontrollable urge washed over me, and I tried to stop it and catch my breath, but before I could, I felt a warm, unfamiliar gushing feeling, oxytocin fueling my body
After what felt like a twenty second fuckin' orgasm on steroids, I settled down, my breathing still erratic, but my body sated.
I looked up at Vaughn to see he looked just at surprised as I did. Ninety nine percent of the time, I had a hard time reading his emotions. His face only really ever reflected irritation, and a subtle grin.
But now, I could see the stunned look on his face from a mile away.
He opened and closed his mouth, before opening again, "Briar, did you just-"
"I think so." I interrupted him, not wanting to hear the dirty word, and it took right around two seconds before Vaughn's face morphed from shock, to a different level of smugness.
oh whatever, eat my grapes, I internally scoffed.
"My little wife," He tsked, and I just knew I would never, ever live this down. "You must've felt so good, squirting all over the bed, you dirty girl." He ran his nose over my throat, and I let out a startled laugh, not able to talk for a solid three minutes.
We laid there for several minutes afterward, and my stomach began rumbling, and he ran his large hand over my stomach, "Are you hungry, sweet girl?"
I let out a chuckle, "Starving."
He got up from the bed, and went into the bathroom, and I heard the shower start. I had no urge to get up myself, and as if Vaughn could read my mind, he came back into the bedroom and picked me up from my spot on the bed, and carried me into the shower.
"You did such a good job." He reassured me, as he placed me on my feet in the bathroom.
My cheeks flushed at his words, "You really think so?" I asked, "I don't really do much of anything."
And that's a little more than a understatement.
"My little wife," He ran his thumb over my cheek, and I nestled into his palm, "You are more than enough, taking my cock so well, doing whatever I say like the good girl you are." He praised me, and I stayed silent as emotions filled my body, my lips trembling.
I stayed quiet as he washed my hair for me, and as sat me on the shower bench, he spread my legs, kneeling down on one knew to examine me.
He ran his thumb over my clit, a zapping feeling instantly flying through me, "You're a little swollen."
I deadpanned at his crass words, "Oh, well I wonder why ever that could be." I playfully rolled my eyes, and he looked back up toward me, "You're asking to get spanked." He pinched my nipple, and I gave him a smile, "Always."
He let out a sound that I could almost put into the category of a chuckle, before he picked me up like I weighted nothing, and got us out of the shower, "Let's go get you fed."
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Thoughts?! How do you like their honeymoon so far?