13

Alessio
“Do you like it?”
“Yes. It feels good.”
I passed my hand toward her panties.
“Lie down.” She did so and her body became visibly tighter. Her belly muscles flexed and she held her breath. “That’s no reason to become tense. I will only pull down your panties.” Slowly, I dragged them down and relief, followed by desire, flooded me.
Most women shaved completely for their wedding night, and although I enjoyed it, with Gianna it would only put the emphasis on her age. Fortunately, she had a small triangle of dark brown hair on her mound.
“I know it’s not tradition, but I didn’t want to-”
“It’s perfect,” I said.
She looked at me shyly, her legs clenched. I allowed myself to admire her, then leaned down and kissed her belly as I inhaled deeply, catching another whiff of the strawberry lotion she must have applied earlier. Sweet all over, my wife. “Separate your legs for me.”
“Why?” I looked up, stifling my impatience at her stubbornness when I saw the anxiety on her beautiful face. “Gianna.” She opened her legs, but only slightly, and I had to spread them a little wider so I could climb between them and stretch.
Then I grabbed my wife’s pussy. Damn it. My desire returned with full force. I leaned forward, but Gianna stiffened and her hand shot out, pressing against my forehead, stopping me. For a moment I was sure I was going to laugh. This situation was too much even for my control.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m trying to help you relax.” He lowered his gaze to me.
“But… Why?” “Because most women really like it. I think you could do it too.”
Her nose wrinkled as if I were about to do something bad. “So you’re going to… Kiss me down there?” I giggled, unable to contain myself.
“Yes, I’m going to kiss you down there, lick you and suck you, and I hope you’ll like it as much as I do.” His eyebrows rose. I lowered my head to his thigh, stifling another giggle.
Her skin was soft against my unkempt cheek, and my eyes once again found her perfect pussy. I wrapped my fingers around her hand and pulled her away from my forehead. “Now I’m going to kiss you.”
I leaned in and moved closer. Gianna held her breath, her body stiffened so much that I was sure she would snap in two at any moment. My lips brushed against her velvety folds and she contracted, inhaling deeply. My gaze shifted to her.
“Did she tickle you?” I rasped. Gianna’s eyes were closed and she was motionless. “No.” I kissed the same spot, applying a little more pressure. Her pussy smelled even sweeter and absolutely irresistible. Again, a gasp. I planted kiss after kiss all over her pussy, giving her time to get used to my attention.
She did not respond in any way except for her labored breathing. I wasn’t sure she liked it.
I brushed the palm of my hand along her inner thigh and applied gentle pressure, wanting to separate her for me so that I would have better access, but she resisted.
My frustration increased once again, but I pushed her down. Eighteen. Young and inexperienced.
“Gianna, let me.” I felt her legs soften and finally spread her fully apart.
The hint of arousal coated her opening and relief filled me. I lowered my head and ran my tongue along her sensitive folds. Gianna’s hand squirted out again, but this time she didn’t push; she just clung to my head, her fingers trembling. I hovered over her and used the tip of my tongue to circle her clit.
She gasped, her fingers twitching. I took my time experimenting to figure out what she liked, but she was very quiet and tense, which made it difficult.
Her clit definitely worked when I ran my tongue over it. Her breathing became deeper and her body responded to my ministry, but after fifteen minutes it became quite clear that she was too nervous to cum. I kissed her inner thigh.
“Do you think you can come?” She shook her head.
“No, I’m sorry.” Sharp embarrassment shone on her face.
“Don’t be. It takes time.” I paused, knowing what would happen next.
“Are you ready?” I knew she wasn’t, and not because she hadn’t come. She was wet, definitely as wet as I was going to get tonight, given the circumstances. Gianna swallowed, then gave a little nod. I got out of bed and slipped out of my boxers. My cock was definitely ready. The smell, the taste, the sight of it had sent a flood of blood to him.
“Oh shit,” Gianna whispered.
My eyebrows rose and for a moment I was sure I was going to start laughing. I stifled the impulse and knelt on the bed.
“You’re about to stretch.” His expression remained doubtful and worse, fearful. Fuck it.
We had to get this over with. If she started worrying about all the ways this was going to hurt, she was only going to get more tense.
“Are you on the pill?” I asked.
It wasn’t the most romantic thing to say in a situation like this, but before today I couldn’t bring myself to ask my teenage wife that question. A quick nod of my head.
I climbed on top of her and guided my cock to her opening, but she recoiled. I wanted to roar in frustration.
“Gianna,” I said imploringly.
“Can you hold me?” My heart skipped a fucking beat. I nodded and lowered myself onto my elbows, then slipped an arm under my wife’s shoulder blades and hugged her to my chest.
“Do you like it?” I murmured. Her face was inches from mine, and she looked up at me, seeking my help, my protection, my closeness. I kissed the corner of her mouth, then her lower and upper lip as I moved my hips so that my tip pushed her entrance. She held her breath.
I stroked her bangs from her sweaty forehead. “Exhale.”
She did, and I pushed in about an inch. Her face lit up with discomfort and she grabbed my bicep.
“If it’s too much, you tell me, and we’ll work something out,” I heard myself say, and I wanted to kick myself, but she gave me a small, grateful smile, and I could feel her walls loosen slightly.
Slowly, I slid deeper into her, even as she closed her eyes and exhaled.
She was very tight and I knew this part would hurt more. Kissing her temple, I pushed forward and slid all the way in. She sighed under me and gasped, her breath catching.
I shuddered a breath, trying to stay still, and pretty sure her walls would milk my cock at any moment. Fuck, she was tight.
“Gianna? How are you?” she looked at me.
“Fine,” she said shakily.
“It’s strange… Feeling you inside me. Really full.” I smiled at her analysis. “I’m talking nonsense, aren’t I?”