I slid down his body and leaned back. I admired his long, hard cock, gleaming black, covered with our cum.
“Daniel, you have a beautiful cock, baby.”
“Thanks, love. But look at you! You are every man’s wet dream. My Italian Goddess. Your olive skin, your gorgeous black hair, your eyes! You are the most beautiful woman in the world, Emma.”
“And I’m your wife. And you are my husband.”
I took his cock in my hand and felt just how slick it was with my wetness.
“Always,” he said and moaned as my thumb stroked just under the head of his cock. I squeezed gently and watched a bead of cum appear.
“My mother told me what I needed to do with my husband. I understood her words. But now? Daniel, I understand her words. She never said just how much I would enjoy this. Daniel?”
“Yes, love?”
“In the bedroom? You and me? I am your woman to do anything you want with. Anytime. Anywhere. Anything.”
“Emma?”
“Shush. We are one now. There’s no shame. No sin. Just our pleasure. Let me pleasure you. And you will pleasure me. Okay?”
“Okay, Emma. This is wild. Crazy, even!”
“This is where love leads, Daniel. I’m only just realising it. I love you, so much.”
Daniel went to respond but I took half his cock into my mouth. My tongue swirled around his cock and lapped up our juices. I was prepared to hate it. Expected to hate it. Instead, it tasted divine to me. It was our love on my tongue. Daniel moaned and thrust into my mouth.
I suctioned my mouth and popped it off him. “Daniel! We taste amazing!”
He stared at me. My lips and mouth covered in our mess from our love making. “Kiss me,” he whispered.
My eyes went round, and, in a flash, I had my lips on his. He moaned and sucked and licked at my mouth. We shared our love and tears escaped me in the beauty of it. He was just like me.
Throughout our marriage, we did that. The taste always reminds us of our love. It’s as simple as that. Some might grimace and shake their heads. But not Daniel and me. It tasted of the divine. It was our love made real and substantial. Our eucharist.
I went back to his cock and loved it with my mouth. I cleaned every part of his cock and he stayed hard the whole time. I spread his legs when I was almost done and then pushed his knees up a little.
“What are you…” he groaned when my flat tongue licked his scrotum.
He had a clean-shaven scrotum. He had done that for me. Later I would find I liked it hairy for some reason. I loved all the hair on his body. He just seemed more manly to me that way. I lapped gently at his scrotum and coated the whole thing in my spit. I loved how his testicles felt under my tongue, and how they rolled and moved. Daniel was in heaven. I could hear him.
I stroked his cock gently as I did it. He had a good ten inches of length on him, so I kept my hand at the top and felt his cock head, slick with spit, thrusting through my loving hand. My tongue lapped at his balls and then I dipped lower and found his taint. It joined in my exploration with my tongue and Daniel was getting wordy.
“Jesus, Emma! Fuck! Lick my balls! Oh my God that feels amazing! Fucking amazing!”
I touched his asshole with a sharp tongue. It felt strange to me. Rubbery. It clenched and I probed harder. Daniel lurched under me, and his cock fell out of my hand and hit his stomach with a wet thwack. A heavy, meaty thwack and I sighed at the beautiful sound. I would hear that for our entire lifetime together.
I couldn’t believe what I was doing. My mother’s words enabled me and let me know that this was okay. Needed. I was cementing our love and setting a standard for us to follow in our marriage. I was owning it with the one man in this world I adored above all others. I wondered if I would like it in return. I knew I would. I tongued him harder and stroked his cock. I licked up to his balls and teased them.
Daniel came. I felt his cum surge through his cock and loved the feeling in my hand. I could feel his seed pumping through his shaft, the flesh surging and flexing with amazing power. I lifted my head and put my mouth around his thick head as his second ejaculation spurted forth. It splashed hot, wet, and thick on my tongue. I swallowed without hesitation. His body was mine. Our marriage united our souls and bodies. He had merely moved it from one vessel to another.
He cried out my name loudly and my heart yearned to hear it spoken like that again. In hearing my name our love was confirmed. Our pleasure combined. He pulled me up and kissed me hard. His cock spasming between us leaking more cum between our bodies.
“I love you Daniel Williams, my husband,” I whispered to him.
“I love you Emma Williams, my wife,” he replied.
We slept for a time. The day had been long and, while wonderful, draining from all the emotions. Our first sex had pushed us to exhaustion and for the first time we slept together in the same bed, as husband and wife.
* * *
I woke to pleasure.
It took me a moment to figure out whether I was dreaming and where I was. The long, sensuous lick at my pussy reminded me and I smiled and stretched, feeling feline, and more like a woman.
“Ooh, you better stop before my husband catches us,” I purred.
My husband kept licking at me. It felt wonderful. He was getting better then the few times he had done this before. I had confessed to my priest, and he had not been happy. Right then, I was glad he had some practice.
He brought me to a wonderful orgasm. He slid up to my mouth and kissed me and I savoured my taste and told him. He smiled at me.
“You taste wonderful, Emma. I could live off you if that was all I had to eat.”
“Baby, you’re so good to me.”
“I want to do that better. Can you help me?”
I kissed him, my heart swelling for the umpteenth time. “Yes, baby. I can do that.”
He kissed me and slid back down again.
“What? Again?”
“Of course, Emma. Tell me what to do…”
I instructed him. I lay back on the headboard, noticing the rose petals strewn everywhere and sticking to us. We hadn’t even pulled the duvet down. I glanced at the digital alarm clock and saw it was two in the morning. I grinned. We had all the time in the world.
I spread my legs and explained my lady parts to him. I found it highly erotic. My husband lay between my legs and touched and licked me and listened to me explaining my pussy to him. He was attentive and loving and I felt so relaxed and safe with him. I explained how gentle was best. Light licks and touches.
He started. He did everything I had asked. Already he was so much better than before. We had learned from one another. Then he improvised and I lost my mind. Later he said his hunger and lust led him to do the things he did. He ate me out. His tongue was broad between my labia. Light and firm on my clit. He licked everywhere and then focused on my clit. Everything was perfect and then I felt him shift a little and then my eyes popped open. He slid a wet finger into my pussy while he continued to lick my clit. The pleasure went through the roof. I came, but he didn’t stop. He continued and fought my bucking hips. Then a second finger joined his first one and I came again after only a few thrusts.