Then he ever so slowly dragged it from me as he ran the gentlest kisses along the back of my neck. “You had this in the whole ceremony.”
“Uh-huh,” I moaned, panting heavily when he pushed it slowly back into me, humming when I whined. “Daniel… please….”
“This was why you responded to me so beautifully at the start of our wedding.”
“Husband…please….”
I must have said the right thing, because he let out a groan and pulled the plug from me, dropped it to the floor, and pressed his cock into me in one swift movement, not stopping until his hips met mine.
“Fuck…!”
He wrapped his right arm around my waist, giving me the time to adjust as he rested his chin on my shoulder. “Fuck, husband. You feel so goddamned good. How do you feel sogood?”
I couldn’t answer. Except for a deep moan. I could do that. There was no other higher brain function left for me to do anything else.
He was so deep.
So.
Fucking.
Deep.
His palm stretched over my stomach when he gave a tentative thrust, then ground into me. “I can feel my dick in you, husband. Right here.” He pressed his hand against my stomach.
With every grind, I groaned louder.
“Let me show you.” He let me go only to grab my right hand from the door and drag it to my stomach, where he pressed against me again. He gave me another thrust, a little stronger than his first. “Feel that?”
My eyes rolled back when I felt what he was talking about. A bump appeared the moment he bottomed out. My jaw dropped as I panted. “Oh God….”
He lifted his left hand until he could intertwine his fingers with mine, our wedding rings clinking against each other when they met. “That’s me,” he murmured, nosing against my ear. “I’m so deep inside you right now.”
Another hard thrust.
“It’s official now. Do you know that?” he asked, panting as he started a punishing rhythm.
The door thumped when we collapsed against it, our hands no longer able to hold us back. Instead, our forearms braced us.
“What?” I asked, breathless, then jolted when he pinged my prostate head-on. “Ohfuck! Right there! Right fucking there!”
“That’s it, huh?” He shifted enough to lock us in place and let loose. “You and I, baby, are official now. What’s yours is mine, and what’s mine is yours.”
I moaned, leaning into him. “Ours….”
“That’s right, baby,” he panted, thrusting once with every word. “Ours. Until death do us part.”
Gasping, I scrabbled at my stomach, feeling him punch through my guts with every thrust. “Forever….”
“Forever….” His rhythm stuttered. “Come for me, baby. I want to feel my husband come on nothing but my cock for the first time.”
He thrust once more before he ground into me.
“Come,” he ordered and gave me one last hard thrust. “Come, husband. Come,now.”
That was all I needed. I wailed and finally let go, feeling my cock start throbbing on its own, pounded into submission by my husband’s. I heard the faint splash of my cum hitting the door in front of us, rhythmically pulsing against the timber.
Daniel must have heard it, too, because he groaned, long and hard, grinding into me as he came, his cock kicking inside me with each pulse.
