After the Honeymoon (L)

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I memorialized my wedding night in my first story, Sacrificing My Virginity. I didn’t, however, take the time to introduce James or myself. My name is Lori, short for Lorraine, and I am twenty-one and a young bride. Like my husband, I was a virgin on my wedding night. I work in an office processing paperwork. It’s nothing exciting, but it is monetarily rewarding.

My husband James is twenty-two now. While our wedding night was filled with ups and downs, it was more than what I ever imagined. James introduced me to the wonderful world of sex and ignited a burning desire for it. My husband has a natural flair for driving me crazy. As time has passed, my desire to have sex with James has exponentially multiplied. I seem to crave him more with each passing day and my libido is strong.

Shortly after the honeymoon, James returned to work. I felt like an addict deprived of her fix, not having James around to satisfy my many sexual cravings. I was completely unaware of how strong my needs were. One morning I was lying in bed. I couldn’t help myself; I removed my panties. My hand rested on my mound as I fingered myself until I came. I felt guilty about that and knew I would tell James.

Later that night, I lay in bed next to James, my face resting in the crook between his neck and shoulder. My body pressed against his with the regular rise and fall of my chest. I was content. We were man and wife, a married couple. Something more adult than I’d ever imagined had become a reality in my life. I could hear the sounds of the night: crickets chirping, an occasional dog barking in the distance, and the squawk of alley cats that were fighting or mating—I was not sure which. All I knew was that our life together was just beginning.

“You awake, Lori?” James asked, his face twisting and my nook’s availability gone. Looking up, I smiled sleepily at him.

“I love you,” I whispered, tightening my arms around his torso and pulling him in for a goodnight kiss.

“I still can’t believe we did it,” he whispered, his voice filling my ears and making me tingle all over.

A soft laugh escaped my throat and I threw a leg over his waist, pushing my warm crevice against his hard erection.

“You’re my wife now, you realize that?”

“And you’re my husband,” I said, snuggling closer to him. His lips were barely a hair away from mine, his sweet breath filling my nostrils. I closed my eyes and kissed him again, caressing the soft lips with the tip of my tongue. “Mine forever and ever.”

“Until death us do part,” James agreed, rubbing his nose against mine. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, angel,” I replied, opening my mouth and kissing him again.

This time my tongue went further than his lips, flicking the edges of his white teeth and feeling their smoothness. His moan filled my throat as he succumbed to my tongue’s caresses. Underneath my bare leg, I felt his groin stir. We made love several times a week and I absolutely loved having sex with James. Often on nights like tonight, where we went to bed and cuddled, that James was so aroused. He would brush his erection on my mound, and I would push my panties down to take his swollen cock between my labia and rub on his erection. The feel of his arousal drove me crazy.

By twisting my body a bit and releasing my arm from underneath his weight, I pulled myself atop him. My legs were on either side of his firm body. Our lips were still connected as I explored under the blankets with my recently freed hand.

“What’re you doing?” James asked, his voice boyish as he smiled at me.

“Shhh…” I cooed. “This won’t hurt a bit.”

My fingers found his swelling dick and I wrapped my slender fingers around James’ warm staff. Arching my back to get a good grip, I held tight, kissing him as I began to tease his cock. Beneath me, James groaned, once again filling my body with his deep voice. He pushed his hips up towards mine and his cock into the palm of my waiting hand, an artificial orifice created by my fingers.

“You’re so warm,” I teased, squeezing the head of his cock lightly between my fingers and thumb. I felt a drop of hot liquid on the tip of my fingers. Smiling against his mouth, I wriggled further down his body.

When my lips separated from James, he moaned again, throwing his head back.

He closed his eyes as he stared at the ceiling. I didn’t care what he was doing with his eyes, all I cared about was the thick, firm body I was sliding down. The feeling of his hot skin aroused me as I moved my face towards his chest.

James gave a tiny jump when I put my mouth on his breast, teasing the small, hard nipple with my lips. I reminded myself of how mercilessly James could tease my own breasts. I nipped the nub playfully with my teeth, squeezing it softly.

“Lori!” James said, his body practically writhing underneath me. “What’re you doing to me?”

I only chuckled and licked his nipple with my tongue, tasting the sweat that remained on his body from the making out we shared earlier that evening, the taste of our bodies combined. Pulling my mouth away, I blew lightly on his nipple, chilling it and making it wrinkle before my eyes. In my hand, his cock swelled larger, pulsing against my palm as I continued to stroke it slowly.

Teasingly, I pinched his foreskin, pulling it up over the swollen head of James’ cock. I was rewarded by another groan of pleasure from my husband. Smiling to myself, I made my way further down his body.

James’ hands moved across my smooth back, sending a tingle down my spine. He felt my shiver, I was sure of it. He moved his hands up to my shoulders, practically pushing me the last few inches towards his cock.

The tip of his cock was exposed through my fingers. The rest of my hand wrapped around the hot shaft, still pulling the skin of his prick up and down with regular, slow strokes. I lowered my smiling face towards the dark head, kissing it lightly with my lips. James’ tension was tangible, as precum leaked from the tip of his cock. I licked it, savoring the bitter-sweet taste of his arousal. Ever since the first time James asked me to suck his dick on our honeymoon, I have enjoyed having him in my mouth. I can’t get enough of him!

Enjoying the feel of the heat radiating from James’ body, I rub my cheek against the head. I teased it with my skin before letting my lips kiss his raging cock again. Pursing them together, I kissed it noisily, smiling to myself when James thrust himself up towards my mouth.

“Not yet,” I teased, kissing him again and moving my mouth down, past my hand, between his legs. His scent was almost intoxicating. Knowing my intentions, James parted his legs, allowing my mouth access to the sensitive spot just below his balls.

My tongue darted out from between my lips. It tickled James’ wiry hairs, pushing its way up his body and bisecting his warm balls. I could feel them pulsing on either side of my mouth. I traced my way up the bumpy skin, through the long, thick hairs, up to the base of his manhood. There, my tongue began to trace circles around his thick staff of flesh.

Tickling my way up with the very tip of my tongue, my mouth made its way towards the head of my husband’s cock once again. My hand released each finger as my tongue arrived, closing around it nearly right again to pull the skin softly up and down.

James’ hands moved from my shoulders to my hair, his fingers twisting their way into the strands. His palms pressed against my ears, making his moans muffled. I opened my mouth and taunted the thick head of his cock with my tongue. I prodded the small hole there with my mouth, and James finally couldn’t stand any more teasing. Holding my head in place by the hair, he thrust upwards with his hips, penetrating my mouth and burying his cock deep in my throat.

My hand, now unwrapped from around his staff, reached up to his wrist and tugged. I was telling him silently that I would have it my way or no way at all. With apparent reluctance, his grip on me eased. I carefully pushed his hands back to my shoulders. His fingers rubbed my muscles softly as I continued my labor of love.

I slipped my mouth off of his cock, releasing it from my throat. I began to lick it softly again with the thick middle of my tongue. Leisurely, I drew each lap, dragging his foreskin into my mouth. I nibbled it softly with my lips before releasing him and starting again. He wasn’t getting much serious play, only teasing, and I could feel his body tensing with every taste I took of his flesh.

“Oh God, Lori,” he moaned, pushing himself upwards, trying to spear my mouth again.

I moved back, thwarting his movements, chuckling at him again.

“You want my mouth?” I taunted. I thrust the tip of my tongue into the tiny hole once more, relishing the sweet liquid gathering there.

“Please,” he whispered, his hands digging softly yet frantically into my flesh. “I want to be inside you…”

“Soon,” I promised. Opening my mouth and taking just the head inside, I lapped the warm cock now inside my mouth. Twisting my tongue around it faster than before, darting into the hole and out, I was trying to coax every ounce of patience and cum he had out of him. When he moaned and frantically began moving his hips underneath me, that’s when I knew I had him. James was ready to fill my mouth.

Taking a deep breath through my nostrils, I cleared my mind and allowed his whole length into my hot mouth. I sucked on him softly as I swallowed him whole. The round head of his cock pushed at the back of my throat. I had to concentrate not to push it out.

Taking deep breaths through my nose, I fucked him fast with my face, making sure he didn’t have to do any of the work. He’d done enough last night; now it was my turn to make him feel good. I pulled my mouth off his staff and lowered it quickly, keeping the thrusts fast and regular, just like the thrusts he’d given me the night before. Imitating his rhythm, I closed my eyes and concentrated fully on replicating the sexual encounter of our first night together.

It didn’t take much before James was gripping my hair again, not taking control but more or less holding on. He was along for the ride as I moved swiftly up and down his cock. His body seemed to be vibrating underneath me, his belly flexing each time I dove down on his staff, his flesh quivering when I pulled up. I could feel it with my mouth, the surges flowing through the thick flesh between my lips as I pulled and pushed and thrust. His climax came almost right away, much sooner than I would have imagined. His hot cum shot out of the tip of his dick and coated my throat. Surprised, I moved off, only to get a spurt on my face.

When he relaxed again, I crouched above his organ, panting for breath. My eyes were still shut. My face was warm where the sticky cum had coated it and now clung to it. I parted my lips to suck James’ cock clean.

“You’re wonderful, Lori,” James murmured, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me up to him.

Even with his cum on my face, he nuzzled me, kissing my lips and pulling my body close to his. His prick rested between my labia.

“I love you, baby,” I smiled, tentatively opening my eyes and looking at him.

“I think this is the beginning of a beautiful life,” James said, smiling back at me.

I giggled and nuzzled closer.

Later that day, I found a Bible verse that James and I find very applicable. It seems to support our desire for a very active sex life with the blessings of the Almighty.

The husband should fulfill his wife’s sexual needs, and the wife should fulfill her husband’s needs. ~ 1 Corinthians 7:3