Fuck. I knew what she wanted. Suddenly I felt fucking nervous. I’d never been nervous before sex, not even my first time. Yet, seeing Gemma’s expression and realizing how much this moment meant to her, my own pulse sped up. Gemma had waited for this moment, for me, for so many years, I wanted this to be perfect for her. “What do you want, Gem?” I rasped, even though I could see it in her expression. I wanted her to say it. This was her choice. Not because she was finally allowed to have sex in marriage or because someone had given their okay. This was supposed to be what she desired. “It’s okay to say what you want, Gem.”
Ignoring my own need and the throbbing in my balls, I waited for Gemma, for my wife, to say what she wanted, even as her cheeks turned a darker shade of red.
Gemma swallowed, her eyes begging me to take the decision off her hands. I kissed her cheek, and even as it killed me, I began to roll off her.
Her fingers dug into my back, clinging to me. “Make me yours.”
My heartbeat sped up at once. I kissed her mouth, trying to get a grip on myself. “Do you take the pill?”
She gave a small nod.
I pushed myself up and got out of my T-shirt before I lay down on Gemma again. Kissing her, I slid a hand between us and gently parted her folds with a finger. She was wet and swollen from her orgasm. I teased her opening with my fingers, light swipes mimicking what my tongue did in her mouth before I dipped a finger in. I groaned into her mouth at the feel of her walls clamping down on me.
Soon Gemma began shifting her hips, meeting every thrust of my finger, as the heel of my hand pressed down on her clit. Her eyes were half-closed, lust-filled, and the pressure of her thigh against my dick almost drove me insane, but I kept pumping her gently until she was close. Before she could come, I pulled out my finger.
Confusion flickered across her face.
I rolled off her and began to open my pants then reached for her hands so she’d help me. If she only lay there, she’d get more nervous. Soon we’d freed me of my remaining clothes. Nerves filled Gemma’s eyes. I didn’t give her much time to worry, however.
I settled between her legs, but I didn’t go for the end goal right away. Gemma was braced for the pain, tense and anxious under me despite the orgasm I’d given her, and I wanted her to relax again.
I kissed her without hurry, my cock pressed against the inside of her thigh. Like I’d done before, I reached between us and began to fuck her with my finger until she was close again. Keeping my eyes on her beautiful face, I added a second finger. It was a much tighter fit. She held her breath, trying to get used to the stretch. I slid my fingers in and out slowly, drunk on the feel of her. She was so fucking wet, it drove me completely insane. I started rubbing her clit with my thumb while I pumped into her. My tongue mimicked what my cock would soon be doing to her pretty pussy causing Gemma to moan into my mouth. I pulled back slightly and removed my fingers from her pussy before reaching for my cock. I dipped two fingers into her once more before I nudged her with my tip.
Gemma held my gaze, her lips parted. No hesitation or doubt lingered in her expression. I started to ease into her as slowly as I could. Gemma clung to my back. I kissed her lips again then shifted even deeper. Soon she became impossibly tight. I changed the angle and with a harder push, settled myself all the way inside of her. Gemma winced, her breath pressing out in a sharp exhale.
Fuck, she felt perfect around me. I must have died and gone straight to heaven. I rained kisses down on her eyelids and tense mouth. “I’ve waited so fucking long for this, for you, Gem, but it’s so worth it. You are perfect.”
She clung to me, breathing quickly. When she cast her eyes up, they were glistening, and I tensed. “Gem?”
She gave me a shaky smile and the vise around my heart loosened. “I’m just happy.”
This was the first time I made a girl cry during sex. Afterward, that was a given. Not sure what to say, least of all something that wouldn’t ruin the moment, I cupped her head and started to thrust, gently, excruciatingly slow.
“How is it?”
“Okay.”
I narrowed my eyes. She didn’t sound okay. “The truth, Gem.”
“It hurts,” she said and at the look on my face, she added, “But I don’t care. I’ve waited so long for this, for you to be finally mine.”
“Oh, Gem, I’ve always only been yours, and this moment is fucking special, got it?” I kissed her, discovering that dangerous mouth, sucking at those plump lips. All the girls before her had meant nothing. Gemma was the real deal. These last couple of weeks of being married to her and enjoying my time with her had shown that. For a moment, I wanted to utter three words I’d never said before then I got a grip. I smiled teasingly. “We have to do something about that hurting like hell part.”
I withdrew, earning a sharp intake of breath. Then I started trailing kisses down Gemma’s gorgeous body as I moved lower until I settled between her thighs. Traces of blood coated her pussy lips. That wasn’t something
