He could feel his body vibrating with sexual tension and the feeling of her sliding on his cock. He wasn’t aware of doing it, but his hands were on the sides of her head now and he felt himself pushing his dick in. She was scared, he could tell, it felt like she was no longer in control, but the feeling of pushing his dick into his wife’s mouth was powerful. He gave one last thrust and felt it push into her throat. He heard her sniff through her nose, hard, and realized she might be choking.
He pulled slowly out of her mouth until it popped free, saliva dripping off the end. She gasped for air as he held her head in his hands.
“Jesus, Emma. That was just incredible. I’m sorry if I hurt you, but the feeling of your lips around my cock and pushing into your throat got me so crazy I couldn’t stop. Push me away if I’m hurting you at any time.”
When she got her breathing under control, she looked up. “It was fine, except right at the end, when I panicked a little, but it mostly felt okay. I thought it was going to be too big, but I got used to it. It’s funny, I was thinking, while you were doing that, that all those porn actresses seem to be able to do it with no problem, and anything they can do I should be able to do, right?
“Not that I’d want to do all those things. I mean, some of them are into some pretty strange stuff. But anything that’s, like, “normal” sex stuff, I should be able to do that. So this oral sex stuff, I should be able to handle that. But I might need to practice before I get any good at it.”
“Emma, I have no doubt that you’ll be able to hold your own in any porn contest. After a little practice.”
She punched him on the leg, but she smiled.
“Now you’ve got me in a state, baby, and you’re going to have to do something about it. Let’s get to work.” He held out his hand to help her up.
He made a rolling dive onto the bed, landing on his back. “Wait for me,” she called.
“I can’t do anything without you. I’m right here.”
She squirmed in next to him, and he wondered at how comfortable he now felt lying naked next to her, as if they’d done so for years. He got her in a lip lock and spent some quality time tongue wrestling with her.
When she was able to pull free, Emma said, “I realized I’m starting to get a little hungry. It’s been a while since we last ate. But I want to do this first. What would you like?”
He had to think about it. In the months leading up to the wedding, his days and nights were filled with fantasies about all the sexual things they would do together, and the different positions they’d do them in. It would take years to go through the list. Okay, start with the usual stuff.
“I’d like to see you on top so I can watch you.”
“You mean ‘cowgirl’?”
He did a double-take. The quiet, demure Emma? Where did she hear about cowgirl?
It was as if she was reading the thoughts in his head like they were on a teleprompter. “My girlfriends used to critique the porn stars, on their acting, on the positions they used, how natural they were, like that. They used the terms often enough that I learned what they were.”
He was going to have to revise his assessment of Emma once again. “Yes, cowgirl. That would be hot, watching you moving on top of me. Maybe we should use some of that lube again. It might make things easier for you.”
She looked around the bed until she found the bottle of lube and handed it to him. He squeezed a few drops onto the head of his dick and worked it on the shaft evenly with his fist. She watched every movement, fascinated. She didn’t notice when he extended the hand with the open bottle to her.
When she did, she looked startled, then embarrassed. “Wait, you want me to put it on? On me?”
“Yes. I want to watch you do it. You watched me.”
She took the bottle as if she didn’t know what it was for. Finally, she made up her mind and, overcoming her embarrassment, poured some lube onto her open fingers. She sat up on her knees, reached under, and rubbed it onto her pussy.
“Spread some inside, too. It’ll make it go in easier.”
“I don’t…” He could see her thinking, ‘In for a penny, in for a pound’. She poured a few drops onto her fingers, then reached under and he could see her slide them into her cunt. She twisted her fingers to make sure it reached everywhere.
“It’s a big step, sometimes, doing those things that used to be private in front of someone else,” she told him unnecessarily.
“That particular thing is very hot, and is making my dick really hard. Close that bottle up, then come up here and get in position. Quick.”
She threw her leg over his and wiggled up his torso. He loved how her tits jiggled when she did that.
“I’ve never done this before, so gimme a minute to get settled.” She had to change her stance a couple of times, while he held the base of his dick to keep it steady and upright. Eventually she lowered herself and found the dick pointing at the right place. She settled onto it and his dick slid slowly inside her, the lube making the passage almost effortless.
“Oh, fuck, that feels so good, Emma.”
She took a moment to get comfortable, and started a slow circular motion on his cock. She closed her eyes. It was hypnotic, he thought, watching her react to the feelings of the dick inside her. She was breathing in rhythm to her movement. He reached up and rolled her nipples between his fingers and she moaned.
Several minutes into it, he felt that he needed something more, and started pushing into her slowly, grinding against her pubis. She opened her eyes and watched him. He placed his hands on her hips, pushing them down as he thrust into her. He heard her catch her breath, and utter a small “Oh”.
Now she changed her movement, lifting her hips to slide his dick in and out, while also moving front to back. Very quietly, she started making a sound. “Unh, Unh, Unh.”
She looked so caught up in her sensations that he started talking to her, telling her what it felt like, how beautiful she was, how he loved how she responded to him. Her sounds changed, now “Yes, yes, yes”, her voice more urgent.
“This is what I want to do for the rest of my life, Emma. Make love to you, everywhere, in every possible way, make you feel good, make you shout hallelujah when you cum. That’s my purpose. I want to watch you cum.”
He realized that as he talked he was hammering harder into her pussy, which was now dripping wet, not from the lube, but from her own lubrication. Her face was pinched, intent, and her mantra had changed to “Fuck, yes, fuck, yes!”
His dick felt fabulous. He knew he’d cum eventually, but there was no sense of urgency yet, so he could keep pounding into her cunt.
He had run out of things to say to her without repeating himself. She looked so close, almost like she was waiting for permission. “Emma, you look so beautiful now, hanging on the edge. Cum for me, baby. Let me see.”
She held her breath, waiting for it, and then there it was all of a sudden, rolling over her. “Oh, yes, baby, that’s it, I’m cumming, I’m cumming now, don’t stop, oh, fuck, yes!”
She threw her head back and forth, hair flying, her mouth shouting silent words. She wound down slowly and eventually fell forward onto his chest, his dick still buried deep inside her. He wrapped his arms around her to keep her from sliding off.