Chapter 235

Lisa took my length in her hand, running her fingertips from the base to the tip and around the rim of the head before running back down and cupping my balls. I moaned and kissed her, seeking out her tongue with my own.

She still had on the strapless lace bra and matching lace panties that she had worn under her wedding dress, and she looked undeniably sexy. I reached again, slipping my hand under that layer of lace and between the folds of her womanhood, seeking out her entrance with my middle finger. When I found it, I started to work in and out, and she rocked her hips against my hand.

I kissed along her jaw and nibbled at her earlobe. Even the smell of her, faint herbs and flowers like the ones she worked with, filled my senses. I felt like my heart might burst with love.

Lisa slid down my body, taking my pants the rest of the way down with her. She took a lick of my length, and I shuddered with desire. Using her tongue, she lapped around the curves of my erection, pausing to suck gently at the tip.

I wound my fingers through her hair, letting the silky strands tangle on my fingers. I caressed her head while she swallowed mine, taking most of the length in her mouth. This drew another shudder from me.

Lisa hurried off her knees, poking me playfully in the chest. “Naughty boy. You have to wait. We’re cumming together.”

I drew her with me, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling Lisa onto my lap. Her breasts pressed to my chest, tantalizing me and sending a pulse through my cock. This movement sent it slapping into the wet patch, partially enfolding my erection.

Every silken fold of skin registered along my shaft, and the head instinctually tipped up toward her entrance. But Lisa, determined to tease me, slid her hips along the length without actually taking me inside. But the friction was plenty for now.

Reaching down, I pulled the lace of her panties to the side, giving each shift a smooth glide and me access when we reached that point. But if I wanted her to beg me inside, I’d need to up my game. She wasn’t desperate enough yet.

I traced the lace on the cups of her bra lightly with my fingertips, then ran my hands around to the back, unfastening the clasps. The fancy undergarment fell to the floor. I bent, taking the hard nub of Lisa’s nipple in my mouth and sucking it to full erection. Then I did the same to the other.

While I lapped at the nipple, I used my fingers to lightly tweak the other. Lisa moaned, and her slides across my lap quickened. I wanted inside, needed to be inside her.

Moving my hand from her nipple to between her legs, I found the other sensitive nub, massaging her clit with my thumb. She paused her movements to tip her hips toward my hand, head dipping back as she luxuriated in my attention.

The next time she slid her slit along my shaft, she paused with her opening surrounding my tip. Taking the invitation, I thrust deep inside her.

A lusty groan tore from her throat, and her arms tightened around my shoulders, locking our two bodies together. Without releasing her grip, she rocked her hips, riding my deeply embedded cock and grinding our hips on one another.

Gripping her butt, I pulled her up until she nearly left my tip, then let her slam down the length again. Over and over, we played with this motion, slowly teasing ourselves. Her breath hit my shoulder where she’d tucked her face, panting with lust.

She wiggled against my chest, rubbing her nipples along my skin, exciting us both further. I wanted to play with her breasts more while I thrust.

So I nudged her off my lap and turned her, bending her over the end of the bed. Her ass, round and welcoming, pointed toward me, and her hair fell across her shoulders, slipping over the bed and her tight arms as she braced herself, ready for me.

I gripped her hips and thrust inside. The force both pushed her forward and drove a moan from us both. My excitement was mounting, but Lisa insisted we cum together. I needed to deliver. Not that I wouldn’t anyway, but tonight was our wedding night. If I didn’t leave her screaming with pleasure, what sort of husband would I be?

Leaning over her back, I reached both hands around. One I used to fondle her breast, tweaking the nipple with careful fingertips. The other I reached between her legs.

I let my fingertips trace it all, starting at my balls, tight and nearly ready to unleash. From there, I let my touch linger on the spot where our bodies joined, outlining the sensitive rim of her entrance, now filled with my shaft and the slickness of both as I thrust in and out.

Keeping a couple of fingers there for additional sensations, I focused my thumb on her clit again, circling the little nub. Lisa’s body trembled, and her arms threatened to give.

With monumental effort, I pulled my shaft back, teasing her entrance with the head. I pushed just slightly inside before pulling back. The whole while, my fingers traced the edges, and my thumb brushed her clit.

With a deep moan, Lisa rammed her hips against mine, taking the full length of my erection inside her. Her body shuddered, and her grip on the covers turned white. She bent so far forward the comforter swallowed the bulk of her panting groans.

My pace quickened, my body responding to her climax. The mounting desperation before orgasm built. I gripped her hips, ramming myself into her until my balls slapped against her wetness. With one last thrust, my body tightened in release. Sweet spasms pulled tight little thrusts as I emptied my load inside her.

I joined her, panting out the last of the release, curling around her back and caressing her body. After a moment, she stood us up and turned, kissing me deeply.

“I love, Russo.”

“I love you, too, Lisa,” I murmured through our kiss.

And I did. I couldn’t imagine a way anyone could love another person more than I loved Lisa at that moment. She filled everything in my life to perfection.

As if to prove the point that she was perfect in every way, she cupped my balls and slid down the front of me to her knees.

Smiling up at me, she said, “It’s our wedding night. Why stop now?”

Without waiting for me to respond, she took me in her mouth and started working me back to a fresh erection. Who was I to say no?

This was more than simply sex. It was fulfilling, like a bond or a pact between us that said we’d see to one another’s happiness, that we were bonded and united in the face of anything, and that neither of us would be left wanting by the other.

My cock stiffened in her mouth. If she was going to insist on a second round, getting off was going to take me longer. Maybe I could get her twice in that time. That would make a nice gift for the wedding night.

Her next suck along my shaft drew me to full attention, ready to go. Okay, so maybe lust was a big factor in my enjoyment. I closed my eyes and enjoyed my wife.