As Taylor continued to stare into my eyes and I stared right back, I inserted the tip of my cock into her pussy. Although I had had both my finger and my tongue inside her, there was a completely different feeling with my cock being there, especially knowing that I was the first to do it. "How does it feel?" I asked Taylor, the beautiful brown-haired woman who was now my wife.
"Amazing," she responded, closing her eyes. "Completely different from your finger or tongue. Keep going."
"I'll go slow. Let me know if it starts to hurt," I told her.
I pushed in a little bit farther as Taylor opened her mouth and moaned. I used my hands on the bed for support as I raised myself up a little bit above her, pushing in a little deeper. We both let out a sign of relief when I bottomed out in her, filling her with my six-inch-long cock.
"Wow, you're so thick," Taylor moaned as I held myself still, enjoying the feeling while letting Taylor get used to it.
"You're so tight," I said, leaning down to quickly kiss her. She asked me if that was a good thing and I said, "Yes, as long as it feels good for you. But, I might not last very long."
"That's OK," she said, opening up her eyes and looking up at me. "We have all weekend and the rest of our lives."
I slowly pulled out of her until just my tip was in, then pushed back in, filling her up again. I repeated the motion over and over, taking my time and letting her get used to it. When I saw that she was biting her lip and had a slight look of pain on her face, I stopped for a minute and asked if she was OK. "Yeah. It hurt for a brief second but went away really fast. Are you going to go any faster?" She responded. I told her I could if she wanted me to and she said yes.
I started to move again, sliding my cock in and out of her, being encouraged to go harder and faster by both her moans and the way her body was reacting. At first, she wasn't sure what to do with her arms, leaving them hanging by her sides. As I fucked her, she moved them above her head, stretching out her body. Her breasts bounced up and down as I slammed into her and her nipples stayed hard and pointed the entire time. She had her legs spread wide with her knees slightly bent, her feet flat on the bed. I leaned down and kissed her lips briefly before kissing her neck.
"Oh, my gosh," Taylor moaned. "Oh, Christopher. Yes. I love you."
"I love you, too," I said as I slid my cock in and out of her, over and over, enjoying the feeling of how tight her pussy was around my thick cock. "Oh God, Taylor, I'm almost there."
I pushed myself back above her, barely able to thrust my cock back and forth as I could feel my climax coming. My moans joined hers as I started to orgasm, pushing in as deep as I could get, feeling my cock twitching inside her as I came.
"Oh, my gosh!" Taylor moaned, her back arching off the bed as my cum shot into her.
"Yes! Oh yes! Fuck," I moaned, feeling myself lose control and start to move back and forth again as I pumped my cock in and out of her, the last word coming out as I finished.
I leaned down and passionately kissing Taylor. She returned my kiss, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me down until our bodies were touching. Our mouths opened, tongues swirling together, both of us completely lost in the moment.
When we stopped kissing a few minutes later, my cock was limp and had fallen out of her as we rested our foreheads against each other. "Wow," Taylor whispered when she caught her breath, causing us both to laugh as I rolled off her.
I watched as Taylor glanced down at her groin and said, "Is it spilling out of me? I feel so wet down there."
I looked down as well and said, "I can't see anything, but I've always heard that the woman should go to the bathroom afterwards."
"Huh. Actually, now that you say that, I do have to go," Taylor said as she got up out of the bed and walked into the bathroom. I watched her go, staring at her naked butt, before getting up as well.
I stretched my arms up, trying to get my legs to work, and started to walk towards the bathroom. At the door, I stopped and said, "Hey, Taylor, this might sound weird, but are you OK if I come into the bathroom while you're on the toilet?" I heard Taylor laugh and tell me that she was OK with it.
"Sorry, I just remembered something that Michelle told me when you asked that," Taylor said as I walked into the bathroom. She had pulled some wet wipes out of a bag and I grabbed one to wipe down my groin as I asked her what Michelle told her. "She said that right after her and Adam were married, they avoided going into the bathroom when the other was in there. But, they only had one bathroom in their first apartment. And it caused some stress. Until one day, she was telling him that she needed to get ready, I think for church, but he wouldn't get off the tiolet. She finally just walked in, started gagging at the smell, and said she almost passed out."
"Oh, my gosh," I said. "That's hilarious."
"Right? He felt so bad. But, she eventually got over it and finished getting ready. Later that night, while she was on the toilet, Adam just walked right on in on her. She about jumped off the toilet. And he apologized like crazy. Michelle started to get mad, then realized how dumb it was. They already saw each other naked all the time. What difference was it being on the toilet?" As Taylor talked, she finished on the toilet and stood up after flushing it. I quickly took her place, listening to her as she finished the story.
She walked out of the bathroom right as I finished and I found her sitting on the bed. I walked up to her, wrapping my arms around her neck, leaned down to briefly kiss her, and said, "Taylor, you're beautiful. I love you." She giggled as she said it back to me before I said, "I'm sorry I swore earlier. I hope it didn't ruin the moment for you."
"Of course not. Normally, I hate words like that. But, there's just something about hearing it coming from your mouth in those moments that is perfect," Taylor said as I sat down next to her on the bed. "So, now what? Stay naked until bed time?"
"We can, if that's what you want. We should probably get some food at some point but I'm not sure what's in the house. And, honestly, I wouldn't mind seeing you in that thong again," I told her, wrapped my arm around her shoulder and pulling her close to me. She rested her head on my shoulder and put her arms around my waist and we stayed that way for a few minutes, once again lost in the moment.
When Taylor started to move, I took my arm off her and watched as she stood up, pulled her thong back up her legs, and opened my suitcase up, giving me a smile as she pulled out one of my shirts and put it on. She found her phone and said, "I'm going to order some food. What do you want?"
I started to get dressed as well, getting on a pair of basketball shorts and a T-shirt. As we talked about what to order, we walked downstairs to the living room and sat down on the couch. Taylor grew silent after ordering the food, absentmindedly looking at her food, and I asked her if she was OK or if she wanted to talk about anything. I even told her I would be OK if she wanted to go call her sister.
"No, I'm good. Just thinking about how fast all of this happened. Like, I know it was my idea and I'm happy we did it and I'm so happy to be here and to be with you. I think it just hit me all of a sudden. I'm married. I'm a mom, hopefully, depending on how your kids react. I'm no longer a virgin. I need to change my last name. I just can't believe it," she said.
"Well, believe it. All of it," I responded as we sat back on the couch, our feet kicked up on the oversized ottoman in front of it.
We sat in silence again, cuddling together, until we heard a knock at the door. I got up and went to get our food, while Taylor covered herself up with a blanket, just in case. We moved to the kitchen to eat our dinner, with Taylor keeping the blanket around her waist as she walked and sat down to eat. I threw away the containers the food was in when we were done and Taylor asked, "Can we go watch something on the TV? I think I ate too much."
She got up from the table and started to walk back to the living room. Before she got too far, I caught up to her, reached for the blanket, and pulled it away from her waist. She spun around to stare at me, upset at first but then smiled and said, "Sorry. I forgot that you wanted to look at my butt in the thong."
I laughed and said, "Nope, just cold and wanted the blanket to myself." As she acted shocked, I pushed past her to run into the living room, jumping on the couch, and covering myself with the blanket. Taylor joined me a second later, pretending to punch my arm, and pulling the blanket off me to cover herself up. After some play fighting, we settled under the blanket, cuddling with each other, and turned on the TV to find something to watch.
