Grinning, I helped Ashley out of the gown, her muscles still adorably weak from the straining climax and its long buildup.
Though she was singleminded in her pursuit to just fling the fabric off of her now, I stepped back to carefully drape the dress over the couch, all the emotions and memories attached to it from today worth it to preserve. Then I quickly scooped my beautiful bride up into my arms before she had a chance to turn shy again.
So long as I didn’t go off like a firehose the second I finally sank into her, I was going to love her so thoroughly on our first night as a married couple that she would never question her gorgeous appeal again.
Reaching the bed, I placed her in the center then stepped out of arm’s reach. I had taken a second while Ashley’s dress still circled her full hips to tuck my cock back into my pants and zip up. Now it was time for me to show my sexy wife just how hard I was for her, how hard she’s always made me.
Slowly, my gaze on Ashley’s face as she watched me, I removed the cufflinks then unthreaded the line of small buttons running down the center of my tuxedo shirt. My chest muscles pushed forward as I peeled the fabric from skin grown damp while pleasuring my wife. Far less careful with my own clothes, I dropped the shirt onto the floor as I kicked out of the shoes. I shucked my pants and briefs together, my socks removed a second later.
Not once did I look away from Ashley. I watched her lips soften and part, caught the deepening blush on her cheeks, mirrored the flare of her nostrils as my cock came into view.
By the time I crawled onto the bed, I was breathing like one of the prize bulls my brother raised. My hot puffs steamed the air in front of me as I parted Ashley’s thighs and lowered my mouth to her quivering flesh.
A sexy whimper twisted inside her throat. Her fingers stopped clutching at the bedding to rake through my hair, her nails lightly scratching at my scalp as I burrowed between the thick outer lips and laved my tongue from the mouth of her pussy up the pulsating line of her clit. Returning to the hooded pearl, I began to suck.
I wanted her all at once, wanted my mouth on her, my cock in her. Groaning, I pushed three fingers into her tight hole. Her body responded with a fresh rush of thick cream to make my curling fingers even slicker as I penetrated more deeply, my knuckles massaging her grasping muscles.
“Walker, I need you,” Ashley gasped, repeating the last two words and nothing else with a begging tone.
I knew exactly what my wife needed. She needed me thick inside her, driving as deep as I could go, planting the head of my shaft against the opening of her cervix, releasing my seed into her as my tongue gently fucked in and out of her sweet mouth. She needed me sucking one of her dark red nipples while my fingers entered her again, plugging my semen inside Ashley as her body worked to draw my essence into her womb.
“Yes…yes…” Her words came out broken, her entire body shaking and trembling around her core as the thick triangle of my fingers prepared her to take my cock once more.
I teased her clit with my tongue, sucked its tip, throttled then sucked some more, fingers driving and twisting until Ashley screamed out and filled my mouth with her release.
I surged up the bed, spearing into her just as I had fantasized so many nights before. With a hard grip, I held her thighs apart and fed my long, hard cock into a pussy that quivered and jumped, Ashley’s orgasm still pulsating through her, dissolving muscles like hot water over sugar.
I draped my torso atop her, my arms sliding between her back and the mattress to perfect the fit, bones melding with bones, our bodies one writhing synchronized mass of pleasure.
After she made me come harder than I ever had before in my life, I stared into her smoky gray gaze. “I’ve waited what feels like my whole life for you, wife. And I’m going to spend the rest of it loving you like this every chance I get.”