I slid another finger into her. Fuck, she was so tight. Her inner walls clamped around my fingers like a vise. I couldn’t wait to replace them with my cock. I was too fucking horny to take things slow or be gentle. I fucked her with my fingers, relishing in the feel of her juices on my skin, and the sounds coming from her mouth. She moved her hips in rhythm with my thrusting and her grip on my cock tightened almost painfully. It felt fucking fantastic. I rubbed my thumb over her slick nub of pleasure.
“God, yes,” she gasped, her body stiffening against me. I kept thrusting as her orgasm rippled through her. When she relaxed, I lifted her into my arms and carried her over to the bed. I didn’t give her time to recover. I pulled down her skirt and panties, and climbed between her legs, shoving them apart. My eyes took in her glorious pussy, glistening and perfectly pink. Unlike some girls Gianna wasn’t shy about her body. She didn’t try to shield her breasts or pussy from me. She let me admire her, returned my gaze without hesitation. She was fucking perfect.
Never taking my eyes off her, I lowered my head. She tensed when my lips almost touched her folds but I stopped to draw in a deep breath of her intoxicating scent. Gianna bucked her hips, a silent demand that made me grin. I didn’t need convincing. I took a long lick all the way from her tight hole up to her perfect pink clit. My dick twitched in response to her heady taste. Fuck. I dove in, licking and nibbling. She rewarded me with breathless moans. Her fingers dug into the blankets when I sucked her inner lips into my mouth, gently teasing them until she squirmed on the bed. I took my time, bringing her close only to pull back over and over again. Gianna’s moans turned into cries. Watching her body arch up in ecstasy was the best sight in the world. My hard-on was almost painful. When Gianna came down from her high, I released her and quickly scrambled off the bed.
I needed to fuck her now or I’d lose my mind. I got out of my pants and briefs but didn’t bother with my shirt. Gianna surprised me by kneeling on the bed and wrapping her fingers around my cock. Her blue eyes were almost challenging when she brought her mouth down and closed her lips around my length. I groaned and my fingers brushed her hair from her face to have a better view of her mouth taking in my cock. I almost shot my cum right then, but a few mental tricks brought me back in line. Slowly at first, then faster, Gianna sucked me, her pink lips stretching around my width. I wanted to come in her mouth with her looking up at me like that, but even more than that I wanted to feel her tight pussy again. She circled my tip with her tongue before she took me almost all the way in until I hit the back of her throat.
Then she pulled back abruptly and wiped her mouth. She raised her eyebrows. “How do you like it when I stop like that?”
I chuckled. Was she trying to make me pay for this morning? She’d chosen a bad time. I climbed on top of her with a wicked grin and pressed my erection against her hot opening. Her eyes grew wide, but I didn’t give her time for a reaction. I hooked my hand under her leg and parted her further before I started to slide into her. She was still tight and her face flashed with discomfort at my intrusion. I slowed further, easing into her and giving her time to grow accustomed to my cock. Yesterday I hadn’t been careful because I hadn’t known the truth but today I wanted to make her come with me in her. I watched her face closely until I’d sheathed myself completely in her tight channel. I paused for a moment. She gripped my shoulders, the challenge returning to her gaze. “Are you going to stay like that, or are you ever going to start moving?”
“Oh, I’ll move.” I punctuated my words with a short experimental thrust to see how she’d react. There was no sign of discomfort this time and I was fucking glad. I needed to fuck her now, and I didn’t want to hold back. Keeping my eyes on her face, I established a hard fast rhythm, not as hard as I’d have liked but Gianna was probably still sore even if she wouldn’t admit it. She was tight, clenching around my cock in a mind-blowing way. Every moan I drew from her lips felt like a fucking victory because it was obvious she was trying to keep them in. I changed the angle and drove even deeper into her. Another moan slipped out.
I reached between us, pressing my fingers to her clit. I needed her to come. My own orgasm was already close and there was no fucking way I’d come before her.
I thrust hard and deep, and Gianna’s eyes grew wide, her face twisting with pleasure. She grasped my back, fingernails scratching my skin and I lost it. I fucked her even harder, losing every shred of control. Lust clouded my vision as I spilled into her. I growled against her slick throat, drawing in her scent as I spent myself in her pussy. Gianna breathed heavily when my body stilled. I raised my head and smiled down at her flushed face, even when she scowled. It was almost adorable that she was still trying to keep up the show.
Slowly I pulled out of her. She winced, then quickly masked it.
“Sore?” I asked as I stretched out beside her. I touched her stomach. She didn’t push me away, only shrugged in response.
I moved closer and kissed a spot right below her ear. “Has sex turned you mute?”
“You wish,” she muttered, her voice slower and more relaxed than usual.
“No, that would be boring. The things coming out of your mouth are more entertaining than you think.”
She gave me a look. “I’m glad I amuse you.”
“Me too.”
Like last night I waited for her to fall asleep before I relaxed. I wasn’t sure if that would ever change.
* * *
The next few days followed the same routine until one night when Gianna’s breathing didn’t slow like it usually did. I was fucking tired and quickly losing my fight against sleepiness.
“You always wait for me to fall asleep first,” she said into the dark, startling me awake.
Of course she’d noticed. “Sometimes I forget how observant you are.”
She turned around, facing me in the dark. I could make out the white of her eyes and the contours of her head but not much more. “Why?”
“I’m a wary bastard.”
“Do you think I’d kill you in your sleep?”
It was hard to gauge her emotions without seeing her expression and I fucking hated it. “Have you been thinking about it?” It was meant to sound like a joke but came out way too serious.
“No, I can’t stand the sight of blood.”
“That’s the only reason I don’t have one of my own knives stuck in my back?”
“No. Killing you wouldn’t get me out of this apartment. I don’t know the code for the elevator.”
“That’s a relief,” I muttered. I wasn’t sure if she was teasing or not. “You don’t seem that unhappy in our marriage.”
“We’ve been married for only a few days, and you’re never around, that’s a plus. And maybe I’m a good actress.”
“I guess it’s good that I don’t trust you then.”
“Yes,” she said seriously.
“I suppose you want to scare me?” I asked in a low murmur, leaning so close to her that I could feel her breath on my cheek.
“I don’t think there’s anything or anyone that could scare you,” she whispered back.
“Everyone’s scared of something. Why would I be different?”