more, Hunter showed me I could.
My husband made love to me, kissing my shoulders, nibbling on my earlobe and sucking my neck as he hammered into me both soft and sweet and rough and tumble all at the same time. My sighs and moans turned to sobs and soon I wept openly. The physical sensations brought forth emotions I couldn’t control. My husband understood my need even though I didn’t and continued his insistent thrusting even as I cried.
The tears weren’t born of pain or sadness. The emotions of the day, of the past half year in fact, rushed to the surface. The fear, the excitement, the confusion, the desire, they all mixed together and left me drained but cleansed. By the end, I was left with nothing but the contentment and joy of becoming Mrs. Hunter McCoy. But there was more to come that would take me to yet another level.
Hunter withdrew and while the respite was welcome, I missed him already. I turned onto my back of my own will and as if we were following a script, Hunter slipped his throbbing cock into my ass again. He left my pussy unfulfilled but that was fine. I could take care of that. I buried two fingers in my amazingly wet tunnel and began to rub my hot nub with my other hand. Both Hunter’s shaft and my fingers at the same time were indescribable.
Our lovemaking suddenly became frantic and furious. Hunter held my ankles wide in his strong hands as he pounded into me so hard he sent ripples through my flesh. I screamed, and I mean screamed, as the pent up need was released suddenly by his presence and my own hands. My body went rigid as a climax for the ages ripped through me. My nerves were on fire, my muscles burned and my head buzzed. My senses left me as Hunter drove towards his own spectacular finish.
For several endless minutes, we became of one mind, each of us seeking release and enjoying what our own actions did for the other. I couldn’t even scream when the last orgasm took me. I simply bore down and let myself go along for the bumpy ride. But I could sense Hunter swell and surge within me. My senses returned as I realized this was about to come to a satisfying end.
“Come all over me,” I pleaded. Hunter withdrew as I continued to punish my poor pussy. Several strokes and Hunter erupted. His orgasm reached my neck and covered my lush breasts and belly. Finally, he expelled the last of his white, hot orgasm and it dripped onto my steaming pussy. As if on cue, we both began to laugh in the aftermath of our frantic sex.
Hunter fell on top of me, as I wrapped him in my arms and legs. We kissed and laughed as we attempted to catch our breath.
“That was outstanding, Mel,” Hunter told me.
“You are awesome,” I assured my new husband.
“I am pretty fucking amazing,” he replied. I giggled some more and then held Hunter as suddenly I shuddered and the remnants of our lovemaking rattled around inside of me. He kissed my face, neck and shoulders as I shook my head to loosen the cobwebs.
“If you do that, you can have butt sex whenever you want,” I told him.
“It was more than worth it. You want to order some more champagne, soak in the tub and fuck all night?” he asked.
“Duh! Sleep is overrated,” I said. Reluctantly, we separated and climbed out of bed. We weren’t finished yet and we both had to prepare for the marathon ahead. I freshened the water in the Jacuzzi as Hunter called room service. “Ice cream. I want ice cream,” I told him. Hunter inquired about it.
“They have vanilla, chocolate, mint chocolate chip and cookie dough,” Hunter informed me.
“Yes,” I said. He laughed and ordered some of each. “And some wings...ooh and maybe a pizza,” I added. Hunter laughed but nodded.
“That does sound good. Anything else?” he asked.
“No, that’s good,” I replied. Hunter finished and then joined me in the tub. We had some time so we cuddled together in the corner of the big tub.
My husband made love to me, kissing my shoulders, nibbling on my earlobe and sucking my neck as he hammered into me both soft and sweet and rough and tumble all at the same time. My sighs and moans turned to sobs and soon I wept openly. The physical sensations brought forth emotions I couldn’t control. My husband understood my need even though I didn’t and continued his insistent thrusting even as I cried.
The tears weren’t born of pain or sadness. The emotions of the day, of the past half year in fact, rushed to the surface. The fear, the excitement, the confusion, the desire, they all mixed together and left me drained but cleansed. By the end, I was left with nothing but the contentment and joy of becoming Mrs. Hunter McCoy. But there was more to come that would take me to yet another level.
Hunter withdrew and while the respite was welcome, I missed him already. I turned onto my back of my own will and as if we were following a script, Hunter slipped his throbbing cock into my ass again. He left my pussy unfulfilled but that was fine. I could take care of that. I buried two fingers in my amazingly wet tunnel and began to rub my hot nub with my other hand. Both Hunter’s shaft and my fingers at the same time were indescribable.
Our lovemaking suddenly became frantic and furious. Hunter held my ankles wide in his strong hands as he pounded into me so hard he sent ripples through my flesh. I screamed, and I mean screamed, as the pent up need was released suddenly by his presence and my own hands. My body went rigid as a climax for the ages ripped through me. My nerves were on fire, my muscles burned and my head buzzed. My senses left me as Hunter drove towards his own spectacular finish.
For several endless minutes, we became of one mind, each of us seeking release and enjoying what our own actions did for the other. I couldn’t even scream when the last orgasm took me. I simply bore down and let myself go along for the bumpy ride. But I could sense Hunter swell and surge within me. My senses returned as I realized this was about to come to a satisfying end.
“Come all over me,” I pleaded. Hunter withdrew as I continued to punish my poor pussy. Several strokes and Hunter erupted. His orgasm reached my neck and covered my lush breasts and belly. Finally, he expelled the last of his white, hot orgasm and it dripped onto my steaming pussy. As if on cue, we both began to laugh in the aftermath of our frantic sex.
Hunter fell on top of me, as I wrapped him in my arms and legs. We kissed and laughed as we attempted to catch our breath.
“That was outstanding, Mel,” Hunter told me.
“You are awesome,” I assured my new husband.
“I am pretty fucking amazing,” he replied. I giggled some more and then held Hunter as suddenly I shuddered and the remnants of our lovemaking rattled around inside of me. He kissed my face, neck and shoulders as I shook my head to loosen the cobwebs.
“If you do that, you can have butt sex whenever you want,” I told him.
“It was more than worth it. You want to order some more champagne, soak in the tub and fuck all night?” he asked.
“Duh! Sleep is overrated,” I said. Reluctantly, we separated and climbed out of bed. We weren’t finished yet and we both had to prepare for the marathon ahead. I freshened the water in the Jacuzzi as Hunter called room service. “Ice cream. I want ice cream,” I told him. Hunter inquired about it.
“They have vanilla, chocolate, mint chocolate chip and cookie dough,” Hunter informed me.
“Yes,” I said. He laughed and ordered some of each. “And some wings...ooh and maybe a pizza,” I added. Hunter laughed but nodded.
“That does sound good. Anything else?” he asked.
“No, that’s good,” I replied. Hunter finished and then joined me in the tub. We had some time so we cuddled together in the corner of the big tub.
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