I grab his face and kiss him hard on the lips. This forcefulness gets him worked up. He starts to claw at my lingerie, the tips of his fingers digging into my skin. I can tell he’s trying not to rip my negligee because he likes it, but he also desperately wants it off of me.
I help him release the different hooks holding on the straps so it’s easier to take off. He lets out a slow breath of anticipation. He strips me naked except for the heels. His hungry gaze travels along the length of my body. The tip of his cock starts to drip.
“How did I get so lucky to be able to look at your body every day for the rest of our lives together?” he says, slowing his pace long enough kiss the exposed skin of my belly.
“I’m the lucky one,” I breathe.
Reaching down, he runs the pad of his thumb over my clit, sending shivers across my body. One of his fingers slowly enters me and I close my eyes with a contented sigh. My body becomes relaxed as his tenses up. He’s muscle and steel, all power, and I’m satin and lace, delicate. And I’m ready for him to fuck me into oblivion.
I lift my knees to my chest, giving him better access to my g-spot. His finger feels so good moving and wiggling inside of me, touching that sensitive area that sends lightning across my skin and makes me feel warm all over.
Another finger goes inside and the way he hooks his fingers almost makes me come instantly. My eyes flutter closed and my back arches off the bed involuntarily.
I moan loudly as he adds another finger. It feels so full and wonderful. I know he likes to watch. He likes to see me spread open. I hold my pussy open for him when he pulls his fingers out. He lets out a deep groan seeing me splayed like this, and starts to coat his hard dick with my wetness that covers his hands.
“Spread that pussy wider for me,” he says.
I do as I’m told, loving the lustful look in his eyes when he watches me. His eyes are dark and sultry, he licks his lips,
After stroking his cock a few times and getting it wet, he plunges his fingers into me again, causing me to cry out. While he vigorously finger fucks me, I play with my clit.
“You like that pussy, don’t you,” I whisper to him.
“I fucking love it. Your pussy belongs to me now. No other man will ever touch you again,” he says possessively.
“I will never want anyone but you,” I say.
He pulls his fingers out suddenly and bends down, sucking my clit. He lifts my ass off the bed, holding it in the air, folding my body in half and licking me with aplomb. His tongue is everywhere. He sucks and bites at my newly waxed outer lips, and more gently tongues the sensitive inner folds.
My whole body feels light and liquid as his tongue dives deep into the depths of my wet pussy. When he comes up for air, I sigh. He doesn’t take too long before the tip of his tongue finds my asshole, tickling and exploring. I’m no longer shy about it. He makes me feel so comfortable in my own skin.
“You have the cutest little asshole,” he says to me with a smile and a wink.
I giggle, feeling my cheeks flush. “I’m glad you think so because it’s all yours now.”
He raises his eyebrows. “All mine? Are you sure you want to give me that kind of permission?”
I reach over and grab the lube off the bedside table. We’ve already gone through an entire bottle since being on our honeymoon. We’ve been fucking like rabbits, unable to keep our hands off of each other. It’s a good thing I brought extra.
He takes the bottle and lubes up his entire hand. I gasp when his finger slips into my asshole and another into my pussy.
He pulls out, leaving me feeling a bit empty. “Why did you stop?” I ask.
“Get on your hands and knees.”
I get on my hands and knees and wait for either my next instructions or for him to start fucking me.
“Hold out your hand,” he says.
When I hold out my hand he slathers my fingers with lube. “Finger your asshole for me,” he says.
I open my eyes wide. I’ve never touched my own asshole before and it seems kind of awkward. Turns out it’s not too awkward. I’m small and so it’s easy to reach. I touch my asshole. It feels strange and tight compared to fingering my pussy, but when I manage to get both fingers in, it feels so good that I’m not sure why I never tried it before.
“In and out, baby. Work it for me,” he growls as he watches.
I roll my hips and give him the show he’s looking for. Then suddenly, his cock is plunging into my pussy. With his violent thrusts, it’s hard to keep my fingers inside. Each push forward into me, I can feel my fingers being pushed out, but I manage to keep them inside. It’s hard to keep my balance. Eventually, I pull my fingers out and he puts his own back in and stars burst in front of my eyes.
“Oh fuck!” I cry out as I’m gripped by a sudden, powerful orgasm. He stands on the bed, lifting my ass up with him. My upper half is still on the bed, but my lower half is in the air. He’s grunting and fucking me like his cock is a jackhammer trying to break through some impenetrable wall. I’m screaming as one orgasm after another rips through my body, blurring my senses.
“Holy shit that feels so good. You’re a fucking god” I cry. There are some other nonsensical words that come out of my mouth as he fucks my brains out. How on earth does he have the strength to hold me and up and drill me like this? I feel jealous for all the other women out there whose husbands aren’t fucking them like this. I don’t feel like I’ve done enough good in this world yet to deserve it. But I will.
He slaps my ass, loving the way it jiggles. He’s obsessed with my big butt. It’s why I’m always wearing skirts and yoga pants in front of him. It gets him wound up every time.
He lets out a loud roar as he comes. His cock twitches deep inside as he finds release.
Lowering me onto the bed, his hands that had been ferociously pawing at me just moments ago, now gently caress my back. As the adrenaline melts away I can feel how tender my skin is, can feel my aching muscles and stretched orifices. I’ve been ravaged in every sense of the word and it’s a lovely feeling.
We lay in bed, staring into each other’s eyes without saying a word. We’ve done this for an hour before, just studying, loving, worshiping each other.
“I love you,” he says. Though he looks exhausted, the love in his expression is alive and vivid.
I touch his cheek and kiss his lips. “I love you too.”
Though I don’t want our honeymoon to ever be over, part of me can’t wait to get home and start our new life together.
Epilogue
Five Years Later
I hold my giant belly and look up at the ceiling of the nursery in our new home as Leo finishes putting up the Vitruvian man wall paper. Leonardo Junior still has a month before he arrives, but we want to have every little thing ready for him when he gets here. There’s a rocking chair in the corner of the room with a soft lamp where I can feed him in the middle of the night. There’s a changing table, a dresser, and a bassinet we got from family at our baby shower. We’ve decided to go with a Leonardo da Vinci theme, making prints of his art for the walls and small toy replicas of his inventions. It was Leo’s idea. Being academics, it only makes sense that we wouldn’t have a traditional cartoon animal theme like most nurseries have. It’s just right for us and our little family.
“It’s perfect,” I say, smiling at everything we’ve accomplished.
Leo steps off the ladder and puts his arm around my shoulders. “It is, isn’t?” He looks so proud, which makes me burst with joy. “The little guy is going to love it.”
It’s been five years since I finished law school and we got married. Five blissful years of marriage. They say the first year is the hardest, but that hasn’t been the case for us. We just work, it’s almost effortless. And now we have our little bundle of love on the way.
In those short five years I’ve already made partner at my law clinic. Leo enjoyed being in the courtroom so much while I was working my cases that he quit his job as a teacher to become part of the legal team as a researcher. Together we are like Batman and Robin, cleaning up crime and serving justice. It’s amazing that I get to be with my husband in life and in my job. We’re the perfect team.
Leo stands behind me, rubbing my belly. “I hope he has your eyes,” Leo says to me. We play this game regularly, telling each other what parts of us we hope our child will have.
“I hope he has your beautiful soul,” I say.
“Me too. You’re kind of a grouch these days.”
I laugh and smack him on the arm. He laughs too.
“These pregnancy hormones are a bitch. I can’t help it,” I say.