Written for prompt 09 for the March contest!
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A door creaks open, and I get a view of the most dazzling woman, backlit by sunlight shining off the wall. A red, silk robe, loosely tied in the front, hangs off and accentuates every curve. Curves I’ve grown quite fond of in the past ten years that seem to have flown by in an instant.
My wife–officially at last–as of last night. A grin tightens my cheeks, and my heart nearly stops. I’m in love all over again. “Good morning, Mrs. Vargas.”
“Technically, I haven’t changed my name yet. But there’s plenty of time for that later.” She hides her contagious smile, taking a sip of coffee and flashing her wedding band towards me. Katia walks over, and I take in the sway of her hips before she takes a seat next to me, laying her head on my shoulder. “I love you, Miguel. Last night was a dream come true.”
“It does’t feel real, but I also don’t feel different, you know?” I kiss the top of her head, and I feel her nuzzle into me. “What was your favorite part?”
“The first dance, without a doubt,” Katia tells me.
“Interesting. You’re not usually one to be the center of attention,” I say.
“I don’t! Especially not on a dance floor, of all places.” Katia grimaces. “We’ve never been club people, but the few times we’ve gone, I can feel eyes on me. Stares. Mean looks. Like a woman my size isn’t supposed to be there.”
My heart tightens, and I purse my lips. Part of me wishes I knew what to say, but I take her hand, and she grips it, looking at me, easing back into a smile.
“But last night, I didn’t feel any of that. All I can think of is how you looked at me. How you held me. I felt so loved, and suddenly, nothing else mattered.”
“The room might as well have been just the two of us. All I could see was you. I think that was my favorite part of the night, too.” I brought my hands to the back of her head, petting her hair slowly and gently, bringing her forehead to my lips. A gentle peck earned me a giggle, but I squinted. “But…I’ll be honest. That may be the last thing I remember about last night.”
“So do you remember my cousin Julio convincing us to take a shot?”
“Uh,” I pause, “It’s slowly coming back to me. It was delicious. What was it again?”
“Hennessy,” she tells me, “and you liked it so much that you took three more that night. I was kind of surprised. I’ve never seen you drink that much. And then ‘No Hands’ came on, and you pulled me back to the dance floor, telling me, ‘Throw it back, babe! You know I can catch it!’ I think we scandalized our grandparents.”
“To be fair, I did specifically ask the DJ to play Waka Flocka,” I joke to save face, offering my wife a nervous grin. “Now, how did we end up back in the suite? Don’t tell me the groomsmen had to carry me up.”
“No, you were able to walk. The bridal party sent us upstairs early. They figured they could handle the rest of the cleanup. You couldn’t keep your hands off me on the elevator ride up, by the way. I’m glad it was just the two of us. You pulled my dress up and fingered me, talking about how you couldn’t wait to fuck your wife. I don’t think I’ve come so fast in my life.”
I groan, and I bury my face in my hands, letting out a muffled scream. “I can’t believe I don’t remember my first time having sex as a married man.”
“Don’t worry, you didn’t miss much. After we tossed our clothes aside, you passed out as soon as your head hit the pillow. I followed almost immediately after. After that long-ass day? I think it’s for the best that we went to bed,” Katia tells me with a grin. She takes another sip of coffee and offers me the rest; I chug without a second thought. “It’s a shame, though. I was ready to ride you until the sun rose.”
“Somehow, knowing that makes it worse,” I grumble. Looking at my phone, my eyes widen as I backread messages from the group chat. “Oh, shit, everyone’s gonna be here soon, aren’t they? To hang out. I gotta get ready–”
“Hey,” Katia interrupts me, putting a hand on my shoulder. She kneads it. “Don’t worry. I told everyone that you were still asleep. Probably buys us another two hours or so. They’ll understand, especially after how drunk you got.”
I purse my lips as Katia laughs to herself, slapping my knee. She’s so amused, but that laugh is contagious; I can only join in. I fall back, sinking into the mattress with my hands behind my head, staring at the ceiling. “So, just us?”
“Just us,’ Katia confirms. She lies down in my arms, and I feel her face nuzzle my chest. “Did you sleep okay last night?”
“Definitely.” I look down at Katia, and she’s staring at me with her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip. My stomach tenses as I feel her fingers trace it, inching down slowly. “Ma’am. What are you trying to do? I’m a married man now.”
“I’m sure your wife won’t mind,” Katia tells me, briefly playing along. Her smile warms, and there’s a glimmer in her eyes. Her hand rubs me over my boxers. “You made me feel like I was the luckiest girl in the world last night, so I wanna do the same for you.”
It doesn’t take much for me to stiffen, and I look down at the tent she pitches. Her grip tightens around me, rubbing me slowly. The satin glides over my hardness. “Fuck, babe. Sit on my face. I wanna taste you.”
Katia shakes her head, licking her lips. Her eyes stare into mine, and she peels the elastic of my boxers. My hips lift, enchanted by her all over again, and my cock springs out.
The tip of her tongue travels slowly along the bottom of my shaft. The tingles it causes is mind-numbing. She lets her lips massage my length as she does another pass. There’s a slight curl to her lips when I curse. “This is my cock to worship for the rest of my life.”
A gasp leaves my throat when she takes me into her mouth. Her lips tighten, slurping, sucking, and locking around me. Her hand on my base graces me with shallow strokes. Katia’s always been good with her mouth, but the additional wedding band to join her engagement ring was a treat for the eyes. Rose gold catches a glimpse of the sun reflecting towards me, but it still isn’t as bright as her grin when she hears me moan again.
“Is your wife doing a good job?” she asks, licking the head while her hand twists along me, milking pre-cum and more desperate sounds from my lips.
“An amazing job, actually,” I correct her. It’s an understatement. My back is arching off the bed, pushing further into her mouth, and that seems to spur her to suck with even more enthusiasm. Her head bobs up and down, and I whimper. Katia deserves to know how well she’s doing.
She pulls off of me, lapping at my tips as she strokes. She smiles, staring at my cock before indulging in a few more sucks. “My husband‘s cock is so yummy.”
“God, I love that fucking mouth of yours.” My hands find the top of her head, and I push her further onto me. Her lips hit my base with ease. I can feel her tongue massaging along my shaft. “Fuck, that feels good.”
Katia tugs on the ties of her robe and sheds it off her shoulder. I shudder when I feel her breasts wrap around one of my thighs. So perfectly soft. Massive. Impossibly warm. I swear I leak, and she sucks me clean.
“Baby,” she asks me, her eyes pleading, looking up at me, and my heart pounds. “I know I wanted to focus on making you feel good, but I really, really wanna ride you. I know it’s selfish–”
I sit up, pulling her towards me, and kiss her. I can feel the spit dripping down her chin. Her lips are plump from sucking, and I kiss her deeper, still. I’m needy. Desperate, even. I want her just as bad. “That’s not selfish at all, baby. How bad do you want it?”
“I want to ride my husband‘s cock,” Katia whines, shaking her head. Her tongue enters my mouth. I can feel her pout against my lips. “I need your cock so bad.”
“Come ride this dick, baby. It’s all yours,” I tell her. I could never tire of her curves. Lovely, thick thighs, a waist that begs for my hands, luscious breasts to bury my face in. I twitch against her entrance as she lines us up, and we hum in unison as she lowers herself.
Her ass slams against my hilt, and I pull her face in for a sloppy kiss. I feel her hips grinding against me: a stiff bud rubs against my hardness. She’s reduced to whimpers and moans, calling out my name.
I feel her grip around me and drip down onto my lap. I hold her closer to me, and my hands can’t get enough of her body. They travel along her sides, up her back. Whispers of “I love you” get lost in the countless kisses.
My eyes roll back when I feel her nails graze my scalp. Her hold tightens around my head, and her words sprinkle across my lips. “I love this cock so much.”
She speeds up, grinding and rolling slowly, losing herself. Quivers grace her body in different intervals. There’s a twitch in her stomach, a clench in her legs, and a tremor in the fingertips that tug on my hair. Her arms clumsily move to wrap behind my neck. She falls onto my shoulder, while her body humps against me. Her legs extend out, and her ankles cross behind my back. Every move is hasty and dire. Tiny whimpers echo against my collarbone.
“Need me to do anything?” I ask.
Katia shakes her head. I feel her lips trace against my skin. “No, I wanna make you feel good. Just please let me come on your cock first, okay? Can you last for me?”
“I have to,” I say through a labored breath. She grips around me as my cock drives up into her. Her body ebbs and flows onto me, and I feel her tide wash over my cock. Her breaths are shallow. Every peak of her voice climbs higher until they fizzle out into quiet, strained desperation.
She paws into my shoulder, and her body grinds into me until she unravels completely. Everything tightens: the grip on my shoulders and her legs that lock me inside her. Katia rides out her pleasure, exhaling sharply and smiling to herself.
“Your turn, Mr. Vargas,” she demands, pushing me onto the bed. Her hands meet, resting on my chest, and I blush, knowing she can feel just how hard it beats for her.
My breath catches when I watch her plant her feet on either side of me. Katia lifts off of me before slamming right back down. A groan escapes. I push my hips up to meet hers. I’m in agony. She knows just how weak I am to this position.
My hands cup under her ass, and I push up into her. God, she feels so perfect. My breaths are shallow, and the time between them shrinks.
One of her hands comes up to my face, stroking my cheek, and she smiles. “Why are you in such a hurry to come? Shouldn’t we enjoy our first time as husband and wife?
“You’re right, I’m sorry, baby.” I push myself up to pull her in for a kiss. She keeps riding me, nice and slow. Her lower lips inch down my length. It’s maddening. She bites my lip, and I wince.
Katia gently shoves me back onto the bed. My hands travel up to hold her soft body, but she holds my hands down. Our palms press together, and our fingers interlock. Her grip tightens, and she moans. I pump into her, and she drops down to meet me.
“Fuck, baby,” I tell her, “That pussy feels so good.”
She flashes a smile that fades away in between moans. “You promise it’ll be enough for you?”
“You’re all I need for the rest of my life,” I say confidently. Her skin glows from the sunlight in the room. Her eyes close, and her hips roll as she presses down around me. She bounces faster, drawing grunts for me.
I love her so much. It feels unreal that we’re married now. I throb inside her and call out her name. Eventually, we’ll start planning for a family. I gasp and tighten my hold on her hands. “Baby…you gotta get off. I’m gonna–”
“Don’t stop, baby,” Katia begs. “I want you to fill your wife up. Show me how much you love me. Show me how much you want me.”
I nearly cry out in agony beneath her. My hips buck up, meeting each of her powerful downward strokes halfway. My teeth grit.
“I’m coming!” A final few strokes milk me slowly as I shoot into her. My eyes shut and I see stars for a moment, but force them open so I can see the look on her face. The warmth of her smile is enough to melt my heart, and my hips thrust off the bed into her, humping until I have nothing left to give her. Through exhausted pants, I whisper up to her, “I love you so much.”
She leans down to kiss me, and my arms wrap around her, holding her to my chest. “I love you too.”
Katia squeezes me affectionately, and I look at the floor for our clothes. “Should we start getting ready to host our guests?”
She shakes her head against my chest, but she looks up at me with a mischievous grin. I expect a peck, but the kiss she steals is drawn-out and charged. “There’s plenty of time for that later.”
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