Epilogue
One year later
“That took way too long,” Caleb says, shrugging off his tux and throwing it on the ground in a heap.
I eye it and sigh, picking up the jacket and setting it on a chair.
“It was our wedding reception,” I say, and watch as Caleb rolls his eyes. He pulls me into him and kisses me roughly.
We’d decided on a winter wedding, much to Aunt Del’s delight. And it was everything I could have hoped for. It was simple, no fanfare, nothing like my family was planning on doing for Emily and me.
But in that moment, watching him walk down the aisle toward me…I was happier than I’d ever been.
“I just wanted them all to go away so I could get you alone. You made me wait two whole days before I could see you. Torture, babe. Pure torture,” Caleb says, nipping at my chin.
I smile at him, knowing what that time apart did to him. He made sure to let me know each night via text message.
But I wanted to do something a little traditional. “I wanted to see your expression as you walked down the aisle.”
“And did you get what you wanted?” he asks, linking our fingers together and pressing a kiss to the ring he bought. The one that matches his.
“You looked at me like you always do,” I say, and Caleb looks smug.
“Told you,” he says, licking into my mouth and moaning before pulling away. “I will always look at you like that. Get used to it. Don’t know why you thought it would be any different on our wedding day.”
He pulls my hand to his crotch, and I feel his hard cock waiting for me.
“Alright, I can’t take it anymore. Undress before I rip that suit off you,” he says, always so eager.
But I have different plans.
“How about you undress and wait on the bed?”
“Nah,” he says, but I shoot him a look, and he sighs, doing as I ask. I watch him crawl on the mattress and turn around, pouting a little as I move into the bathroom.
I know what he’ll be doing as I prep myself for this. He’ll be whining and stroking himself, as impatient as ever. But he can wait.
He needs to wait.
I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror, my hands shaking slightly.
I hear a crash in the other room and sigh loudly.
“Do not break anything, your body parts included. It will ruin the night.”
I hear him laugh, but then my focus goes to other things, to working myself open for him.
For taking cock for the first time.
On our wedding night.
I’ve never been interested in doing this with anyone else, but with him…
I want to.
I want to give him all of me.
“You’re killing me here, Whit! It’s been two whole fucking days, and I’m literally dying. My balls are way too blue. I think it’s becoming a condition!”
I let out a loud laugh, my hands shaking slightly as I push more lube inside myself. I don’t want it to hurt.
How Caleb does this daily is wild to me.
He’s such a slut. My slut, I think as I stroke my cock slightly, working myself on both ends. Getting myself ready.
And when I finally stride from the bathroom, Caleb groans, his hand around his cock, his eyes hooded.
“God, finally,” he mutters.
He starts to pull his legs up, but I take them in my hands and straighten them.
“What’s your plan?” he moans. “You’re killing me!”
But I don’t answer, I just straddle him, Caleb’s eyes widening, his cock jerking as I walk my knees forward.
“Wh—?”
Then I position his cockhead at my hole and bear down.
“Whit,” he breathes. “What are you doing?”
“Giving you your wedding present,” I reply, as I take an inch of him. It stings, but the prep work I’ve been doing the past few days has helped. And to know that he’s my first…
It does things to me.
It turns me on.
“You don’t have to. I don’t need this…”
“Want to feel you inside me,” I hiss and sink a little lower.
Caleb moans, his fingers flexing against me, his entire body shaking along with mine.
“Shit,” he mutters, trying not to move as I lower myself even further onto him.
“I’ve been practicing, but you’re so big,” I say and bounce slightly, feeling the drag of his cock through my channel.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” he gasps, and then I hold my breath and take him all the way.
I’m impaled on him, his cock inside of me for the first time.
His hand reaches up, and it runs across my frantically beating heart.
“Why are you doing this?” he asks me, bringing me down for a kiss.
“I wanted you to be my first.”
His eyes soften, and his lips part.
“I love you.”
“Love you more.”
And then I start to move, slowly at first. I know this will not last long. I can tell by the way Caleb is gasping, moaning, the way his hands scramble for purchase as I slam down onto him faster, taking as much as I can, and then some.
“Oh fuck!” he moans, his cum filling my ass. It’s only then that I reach between my legs and stroke my hard cock, the orgasm I’ve been saving for the last two days bursting from me. It sprays across his chest and hits his chin and mouth, his tongue peeking out and swiping some of it up.
He hums happily as he does it, too.
“You’re a mess,” I say, pressing a thumb into his mouth and feeling him lick it clean.
“So are you. Look at you, Mr. Bottom.”
I sigh and then reach over and grab some tissues, wiping him clean because if I know my husband, he’ll lie there with me drying on him. Would probably wear it the rest of the weekend, too.
Caleb shifts beneath me, and I hiss at the ache in my ass.
“That was amazing.”
“I’m glad you liked it.”
He wiggles beneath me again. “Did you like it?”
My forehead meets his, and I inhale the essence of him. “Of course. It was with you.”
“Are you too sore?”
“I think I’m okay,” I say, clenching myself around his softening cock.
“Oh god,” Caleb moans. “Just give me like ten more minutes, and I’ll be ready to go again.”
I huff and then pull off him. Slowly.
“Shower first.”