Chapter 10
Ten
Adam
My heart is racing. My precious girl is so brave. It’s time to point out another choice she has, even though my cock is going to hate me.
“If you don’t want to use condoms, we won’t. I don’t want you to be disappointed if it takes you a while to get pregnant, though. That’s normal, especially since you don’t have regular periods and you’re underweight. It might take your body a few months to get healthy enough to make a baby.”
“Okay,” she whispers.
“One more important thing, I meant what I said earlier about having sex. I would never force you to accept me into your body. This all happened fast. I’ve rushed you.
” I kiss her and then give her a cocky grin.
“I dragged you to the courthouse so fast your head is spinning. I did it to make sure you’re safe.
You’re mine now. But if you’re not ready to have sex, I totally understand. ”
I’ve told her this twice. I want to be sure she understands. I never want her to look back on the start of our lives with regret.
She reaches for me with her small hands and strokes my beard. “I want to be yours,” she says softly. “But I’m scared.”
She’s fucking precious. I kiss her again. “We’ll take our time. We’ll go as slow as you want.”
“It’s going to hurt. My sister told me that.”
I nod. I won’t lie to her. Plus, she’s so small.
“It will, but only the first time. When you’re ready, I’ll start by putting one finger inside you, then I’ll add a second and a third to stretch your tight pussy out.
My cock will still feel like too much, but I’ll enter you slowly and then we’ll wait until you’re ready for me to move. ”
I’ve been with several women in my life, but it’s been a while.
I’m practically going to be fumbling like a teenager myself.
Never in my life have I imagined having sex with a virgin, though.
I certainly didn’t picture myself marrying one.
And even more unlikely—taking her to bed for the first time on our wedding night.
But this is right. My heart is so full. I will do everything in my power to keep from hurting her. I’m not looking forward to seeing her face scrunched in pain. I never want to hurt her.
This is unavoidable, though, and I will do my best to make sure she experiences so much pleasure that she forgets the pain. I wouldn’t say this out loud, but I’m nervous, too. I’m huge. My girl is small. It’s been bothering me since I realized how tight she’s going to be.
I’m petting her because I can’t help myself. Her hair is so soft. It’s spread out around her. She looks like an angel with her creamy skin and red curls.
She swallows hard. “I’m ready. I want to be your wife.”
“You are my wife, sweetheart. No matter what.”
“In every way.”
“Okay,” I say softly before kissing her again. This time, I deepen the kiss, tasting her, letting my tongue dance inside her mouth and along her lips and teeth. I continue until she’s moaning and writhing beneath me, her hands roaming all over my chest.
When I move my lips to her neck, she tips her head to give me better access, purring as I tease her sensitive skin with my mouth, tongue, and beard.
“Adam…” That one word is a plea and an expression of bliss.
I slowly ease back and stand so I can remove my boxers. I watch her face closely as my cock pops free.
Her breath hitches, and she bites her bottom lip. Her body trembles as she pulls her knees together.
“Spread your legs, sweetheart.”
She whimpers, but she obeys me.
“Good girl.” I set my hands on her thighs and hold her open. I want to look at her for a moment before I make her come again. Fuck, she’s so pretty. Her pussy is pink, the lips swollen from my mouth and her arousal. Her skin glistens. Her clit is a precious button that’s pulsing with need.
The soft curls are lighter than the hair on her head, almost blond. I want to nuzzle her pussy, and I will, every day of my life. Her scent is intoxicating. Whatever floral soaps my brother bought are now my favorite.
I bend forward and reverently kiss her pussy.
She moans, her head tipping back as her hands fist at her side, all from the barest touch.
I want to take my time, savor her. I want to commit every moment of our wedding night to memory.
She’ll never look quite like this again.
She’ll always be delicate, but with better nutrition and pregnancy, her body will fill out.
Her shape will change. Her hips will widen.
Her tummy will grow soft and later fill out and stretch.
Her tiny little pink nipples will grow longer and wider.
Her breasts will get heavier and fuller.
I will love every stage as she changes both now and between pregnancies. I will want to stare at her naked body in every form for the rest of my life.
Still holding her legs, I lean over her farther to suckle one of her little nipples. Fuck, she’s delicious. There will come a day when these precious globes will be engorged with milk, and I’ll draw in some of that nourishment when I suckle her.
I can’t wait to taste her milk. I can’t wait to watch her nurse our babies. I can’t wait to help her express the extra milk after each feeding so that I can give our babies a bottle.
My thoughts are running rampant. These are not concepts I’ve ever considered with any other woman, yet the visuals grow and expand as I suckle her.
My girl is squirming so hard that it’s difficult to hold on to her.
“Adam…” she moans, her voice filled with lust. “Please…”
I release her nipple with a pop and blow on the swollen bud before lifting my gaze. “You want my cock, sweetheart?”
“Yes, please.”
Shifting my focus between her legs again, I lift one hand from her inner thigh and bring a finger to her slit. I watch her face as I drag the digit through her wetness. “I’m going to push my finger into your pretty cunt now, sweetheart.”
She nods. “Please…”
I’m careful, taking my time, as I ease my pointer into her. Fuck, she’s tight. So fucking tight that I’m concerned.
She winces slightly before her face softens and a low, sexy moan leaves her lips. “Ohhhh…” It’s like a revelation. She just found out how good it feels to have her pussy filled.
Easing my finger in and out of her, I shift my gaze back and forth between her face and her pussy.
My cock is so fucking hard I might spontaneously orgasm. I’d rather not. I want to be inside my wife when I come. I have this primal need to fill her and mark her.
“Are you ready for another finger, sweetheart?”
“Yes, please.”
“So polite. Such a good girl. You’re going to take two fingers for me and then three and finally my cock, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
“Yes…”
My heart. My soul. They are hers.
Carefully, I add my middle finger, pressing the two digits against each other to create the least amount of friction possible.
She doesn’t wince this time. In fact, she smiles and lets her body relax into the mattress. “So full…”
She’s going to be so much fuller soon, but I’m glad the pressure isn’t too much. Her cunt is very tight, though. She’s squeezing my fingers far harder than I expected. She’s going to strangle my cock.
When her body relaxes around my fingers and her face gets a softer, blissful look, I add my thumb to her clit.
She lifts her hips clear off the mattress as she comes so beautifully for me. There’s no better sight in the universe than my wife letting go.
I wait until the moment she starts to float down from her high to add another finger. She whimpers, her head lolling back and forth as her knees open wider.
I pump my three fingers in and out of her, watching closely as she adjusts. So fucking tight…
Suddenly, she lifts her head, her eyes looking clearer. She licks her lips. “Now you, Adam,” she murmurs.
After pulling my fingers out, I crawl up her body.
She looks down between us, but I stroke under her chin. “Eyes on mine, sweetheart.” She can explore it later. Right now, I don’t want the sight of my dick to cause her to panic.
She lifts her gaze to mine. “Make me yours.” Her voice is strong. Determined. My firecracker. So brave.
“Okay, sweetheart.” I cup her head as I line my cock up with her entrance. “I love you, Rebekah.” It feels like an important time to reiterate those words. It happened fast, but I do love her. It’s deep and powerful. All-consuming.
She smiles as she slides her hands to my back. “Make love to me, Adam.”
I nudge at her entrance, easing in, gritting my teeth.
She shakes her head, so I stop. I won’t do this if she’s not ready. I need her to want it.
Pulling back out, I kiss her lips. “We can wait until another day, sweetheart.”
“No. Adam. No. I mean, I want you to just do it. Don’t be careful with me. I’m not going to break. It’s okay if it hurts a little. I can take it.”
I hold her gaze for a few seconds, making sure she’s serious, and then I thrust all the way in.
Fuck me.
So tight. I was right. She’s going to strangle my cock.
Her breath hitches, and then she holds it, pursing her lips. She doesn’t look away.
I want to punch myself for hurting her. I hate this. I should have waited. She wasn’t ready. I pressured her. What if she’s traumatized from this and can never fully enjoy sex because…
“Adam…”
I draw in oxygen through my nose. “Rebekah…”
Her fingertips dig into my back with as much pressure as her tiny hands are capable of. “I’m okay. Do it again.”
Is she? Or is she just trying to be brave?
Her hands slide up to my neck, and she pulls me down. “Show me what it’s like,” she says against my lips.
Easing partway out, I never take my gaze off hers. I’m shaking. My nerves are frayed. This is my wife. My job is to protect her.
She threads her fingers at the back of my head. “Adam…” she pleads.
I thrust deeper.
Thank fuck, this time she moans.
On the next thrust, a soft smile spreads across her lips.
She’s tight, very tight, but I’m inside her. Not all the way, but almost. I don’t know if my cock will fit any farther. Maybe her channel isn’t deep enough.
Rebekah lifts her hips, causing me to impale her deeper. Apparently, it is possible.
This time, I’m the one who moans. She feels so good. This isn’t like any sex I’ve ever had. It’s not because of the lack of condom—though that does give me a friction I’ve never experienced—but also because this is my wife. Rebekah. My woman. My life.
As I pump harder, I ease in even deeper. I’m so close to coming. I want her to come before me, though. I want her to experience an orgasm with me filling her, so I lower one hand and reach between us, finding her clit and pressing my fingers against the swollen nub.
My wife bucks her hips and writhes around my cock. “Oh… God…”
She’s right there. It makes my heart swell. I rub her clit hard as I pump faster. “Come for me, sweetheart,” I pant. I have no idea if she’s capable of reaching an orgasm simply because I demanded it, considering the sum total of her sexual history happened in the last half hour.
“Come for me, Rebekah. Grip my cock with that amazing pussy.”
She sucks in a breath and holds it. A few seconds later, the waves of her release pulse around my shaft. There is no better feeling in the world than my woman milking my cock.
I’ve died and gone to heaven.