I moan when he flicks my clit with his thumb back and forth. “Yes,” I reply. “Fuck me, Tyler Holiday and never stop.”
He leans in and kisses my mouth. His body shakes, and he leans back up, with one hand on my hip and the other firmly on clit duty, he drives his hips forward. He stops and kisses me again. “Okay?” he rasps, putting both hands beside my head to hold himself up.
“Half in?” I ask, grimacing a little. “It stings a bit, but it still feels more good than anything else.”
He grins against my lips. “That’s as far in as I can go,” he replies, jutting his hips forward to make his point obvious.
“You’re in me,” I exclaim, biting his bottom lip.
He exhales. “I’m all up in you and it feels better than in my dreams.”
“Make love to me now. That’s the plan.”
He withdraws his dick and pushes forward again. I make a loud noise and he stops short. “Did I hurt you?”
With both hands, I grab his ass. “Yes, by stopping. Don’t stop. Keep filling me,” I command. “If you want to please yourwife.”
He does exactly that. He keeps kissing my lips, and listening to every moan and sigh I make, but he’s moving against me, with me, inside of me, all over me. We’re connected at the basest level, and every time he thrusts deep, I can’t control my screams. It’s his name. Or something that makes zero sense, or it’s prayers that it never stops, that every moment feels just like this. His lips taste like me mixed with our wedding cake, and while our bodies find their perfect harmonies together in this new act, it still feels familiar. Right.
Tahoe’s neck tightens. “I’m going to come,” he says. “Should I slow down?” I love that he’s controlling this, trying to let me have the best experience possible. His pumps grow deeper, and slower as he waits for me reply.
“Like that,” I say. “Slow and deep.”
He nods, and I can see the resolve in his eyes right before I shut mine to lose myself to the building orgasm. “Fuck me. Just like that,” I say. “It’s hitting the spot,” I tell him, louder than I intended.
“When you talk like that it makes me come quicker,” he says, taking my earlobe in between his teeth. He pumps deliberately now that he knows I’m almost there. “Come,” he says, his breath tickling my ear. “Come now.”
My body tightens and then I come, right on cue. The waves of pleasure concentrated where our bodies are connected. It’s not a blip of an orgasm, it’s a massive, world shaking orgasm. I hold him to my chest and relish this new connection, this new way of expressing just how much we love each other.
“I need to come, Sunny,” he says, reminding me with a gentle nudge. “Where do you want it.”
I remember how he told me he’s never come inside a woman. It’s something he told me when we were painting the hangar. To think, I was shocked by that tidbit back then, and now I’m about to beg him to leak as deep inside me as he can.
“Inside me,” I say.
He closes his eyes on a satisfied smile and begins a comfortable, scorching pace again. It doesn’t take long now that he’s concentrating. He tucks his head into the crook of my neck and his body goes rigid. I’m amazed to feel him flex with each hot burst inside me. It goes on and on for longer than it ever has when I’ve given him blow jobs.
We stay connected, him inside me, while we both catch our breath. It happened. I can’t even begin to process how good it feels. What a different sensation it is to have his big, stunning cock in my body. “I’m going to pull out now and it might hurt a bit. Ready?”
“I’m not made of glass, Holiday.”
He smiles a knowing smile and slides out of me in one swoop. “Ow,” I say, automatically grabbing my vagina with a cupped hand.
He leans up on his knees and looks down at me. “I told you,” he chastens. “How was it? Are you scared of me now?” He takes his dick in his hand and shakes it a couple of times. “Was it what you hoped it would be? That’s a lot of pressure. I thought I was going to blow my load the second I got all the way in there.”
I let my fingers glide over the tender, wet skin as he watches. “I’m surveying the damage to see if there’s any possible way we can do it again right now. I’m glad you held out. It felt so good. I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on that. I feel empty now.”
“We have the rest of our lives to play fill the hole. I want to make sure you’re not going to walk funny tomorrow.”
“You came in me,” I remark, grinning. “You’ve never done that before.”
“It’s a day of firsts isn’t it?” he replies. “It felt so good coming inside your tight body. I’m getting hard again just thinking about it.” He does too, his dick growing back to full tilt right before my eyes. “That, I want to do every single day.”
Instead of focusing on the sensitive skin, I rub my clit instead. Tahoe watches, stroking himself as he does. “This marks the best day of my life,” he says, eyes lowered in a mask of lust. “One I don’t want to end. I want to keep it forever.”
“It doesn’t have to end,” I reply. “We’re defining everything from now on. Today doesn’t end. Let’s repeat this every single day for the rest of our lives.”
He grins. “Every single day?” I nod. Tahoe lays next to me on the bed, his hand still on his dick, my slickness still coating him, making his hand slide easily. “That thing you did before. On my abs,” he says, slanting his gaze my way. “Except on this, instead.” Pushing down until it’s standing straight in the air, he sighs. “If you’re up for it, that is. Basically I want to replay every time we ever messed around, except ending it with me inside you.”
