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My breath punched out of me as he pushed his slacks down over his hips, boxers and all.

His sex was thick and long, curving up to his navel. He was fully aroused, and it was as intimidating as it was enthralling.

I felt a primordial thrill move through me. Strange as it was, our bodies were made for each other. One owning the other. His cock was an instrument of power, and he was moments away from claiming me with it. And I wanted him to. Needed it.

When he was fully nude he paused for a moment, and we took each other in.

I was sprawled, legs open, still limp from my orgasm, but alive, so alive, and so wet and ready for more.

His tall form was tensed, looking a second away from pouncing, eyes hungry. His long, athletic legs flexing with the effort to stay in place.

We watched each other for one pounding heartbeat, two, three, four. He was teasing us both.

His hand started stroking his rigid length, and my eyes were drawn to the sight. My body went from boneless to rigid with anticipation. I wanted more. I wanted him fully. I wanted a true consummation. I craved having him inside of me.

Finally he moved, striding to the bed. He lowered himself over me, pressing kisses to my belly, working slowly up to my breasts. He sucked at each of my nipples before making his way up to my neck.

He lined his cock up to fuck me. I tensed. The first time had been painful, but that had been another world, another dimension, a different copy of me. He hadn’t bothered to tune my body to the music of his touch then. I hadn’t been ready. I was beyond ready now.

He pulled his mouth away from my skin, looking down between our slick, naked bodies. My eyes followed his.

He held himself up with one arm. The other reached down. He gripped his thick length and teased me with the tip, rimming my sex. His breath was panting out of him.

My heart was pounding so hard in my ears that I wondered if he could hear it. If he could see it moving in my chest.

“Touch me,” he hissed out between clenched teeth.

I reached for him, and his arousal fell heavily into my hands. I squeezed him. The fingers of one hand barely fit around the thick girth of him. He was so hard, but his skin was like velvet. The contrast of something so hard wrapped in silk was delightful. Thrilling. Intoxicating. I stroked him, feeling all of him with my palms. With hungry enthusiasm I fisted him with both hands, root to tip.

I was just getting started when he tugged my hands away with a curse. “Too much,” he warned me. “I’m too primed right now, and I want to come inside of you.”

“Yes,” I said, voice agonized, thready with need. My arms fell back onto the mattress. I could count the seconds since he’d gotten me off, but it wasn’t enough. I was empty again. Aching and I wanted him inside of me, filling me utterly. I wanted it all, and only that part of him was enough.

He kept himself propped up on one elbow, the tension in his muscles making them stand out starkly in his shoulders.

His other arm was busy guiding the wide crest of his thick length against my entrance.

Both of our eyes were trained on his rigid member as it breached me. He let out a tortured moan as he fed his cock into me with utmost care.

I tried to suppress my own moan as he slid in oh so slowly. His long, hot, velvety shaft stretched me with every bit of progress. My tender muscles clutched at him, my breaths coming short and fast.

He was still looking down between our bodies, his features slack with desire. I knew instinctively that he was too far gone to slow down, let alone stop. Good. Stopping wasn’t an option. I needed more.

I took his thick length all the way to the root. There was no pain this time, just a delightful, overwhelming, racking stretch.

It was almost too much and exactly enough.

“God,” he said, his deep voice hoarse with delicious agony. “I’d convinced myself that I’d imagined you felt like this.”

His heady words, the way he spoke them, were undeniably flattering. And a shock. It was news to me that he’d enjoyed any aspect of our wedding night. I tucked the knowledge away for later consumption.

He started to move, not pulling out but shifting around, feeling me, massaging a sweetly tender spot inside of me that I hadn’t even known was there. But he knew. He navigated his way inside me like it was second nature, like he’d been there a thousand times instead of once.

My nails dragged into the sheets, my legs curling naturally around his hips.

“You ready?” he panted into my skin.

“Yes, keep going,” I huffed back.