Virgin Honeymoon (The Honeymoon Diaries) (2 page)

His... cock.
 

I’ve decided cock is the better word. Penis might be the proper term but it sounds too medical. I prefer to think of it as his cock. A cock that will be filling me very soon...

The thought no sooner flits through my head when Sean uses his grip on my rear to lift me onto my toes, harder against the bulge in his pants. I moan. I can’t help it. The sound brings Sean’s mouth back to mine. This time the kiss is harder, longer, deeper and I realize that while we have spent plenty of time making out, Sean has always held a part of himself back. This kiss is everything those in the past weren’t. This one is forceful, passionate, the kind that makes me want to grab his shoulders and wrap my legs around his waist, all in an attempt to ease the ache growing in my lower belly.

By the time Sean ends the kiss, I’m gasping for air and I notice something strange. My breasts are peaked and the feel of the lace rubbing against my nipples leaves me resisting the urge to rub my hands over them.
 

Thankfully Sean rubs my breasts for me, then lowers his head and presses a line of kisses from my jaw to my chest, his fingers plucking at the stretchy shoulder straps and pushing one off my shoulder so that he can close his lips around my nipple and suck.
 

Sensation rocks me. The baby doll falls to my feet and I don’t care. I squeeze my thighs tight at the sharp stab of sensation, but the pressure doesn’t help. Every pull of Sean’s lips on my breast leaves me hungering for more. Wanting more. Wanting him. But I can’t make myself say the words because I’m still like that around him. Shy, quiet. The man makes me blush, for heaven’s sake. How can I say the things in my head?

His hand closes over me and I barely stay on my feet. I lean against Sean and in a quick move he swings me up into his arms and lays me on the bed.
 

I’m sprawled out in a hot-flushed heap, my feet dangling over the side. Sean remains standing there for several long, wildly intense seconds, his gaze hot as he rakes my body from head to toe, all the while yanking at his cufflinks and ridding himself of his shirt, unfastening his belt and shoving his pants low.
 

I’ve seen him in swim shorts, his broad chest and big hairy feet bare. I’ve felt him aroused, straining against the material of his pants when things between us got a little too heated. But I’ve never seen him completely naked and the sight takes my breath away. He’s big all over. Arms, chest. His abs are toned and mouthwateringly lickable.
 

And his cock...
 

I know the basics. You can’t get through school and not learn sex ed. But nothing prepares me for how big it is. How long. I want to touch it, explore and learn the shape and feel of him, but when I stretch out a hand to do just that, Sean shakes his head, denying me.
 

“Later. Tonight is all about you.”

“But--”

Smiling a wickedly sensual smile, he braces a hand on the bed beside my head and leans over me, kisses me.
 

“Plenty of time for that later,” he says against my mouth.

His hands are all over me. Touching, lightly pinching. Exploring me the way I ache to touch him. I’m so aware of him watching me, my every reaction, but I’m also caught up in the sensations he’s created and I don’t care enough to be embarrassed.
 

It’s wonderful. Heady. That place between my legs starts to really burn.

“Tell me what you like, sweetheart.”

Sean watches me as he takes one of my nipples between his thumb and finger and lightly pinches.
 

Pleasure shoots through me, all the way to my core. “Th-that.”

“Hmm... What else?”

This time he lowers his head and fastens his entire mouth around my breast, taking in as much as he can, sucking me, soft at first and then harder. His tongue flicks over my nipple, curling around the pebbled tip. I arch my back in response, drawn to the pleasure-pain of it.
 

He repeats the caresses, lavishing my other breast before moving lower, kissing and licking and sucking his way down my body, not stopping until he reaches the lace panties. He lowers himself to his knees beside the bed, wedges his chest between my legs.
 

“Pretty little panties,” he says before kissing me there, right on top of my pubic bone. “What do they hide from me?”

With slow deliberation he pulls the lace down, stopping once to simply gaze at that most intimate part of me until he frees me of them entirely.
 

Without him touching me I return to my senses. I try to close my thighs but Sean denies me once more.

“I can’t wait to hear my bride come,” he says, the expression on his face revealing his deliberation in twisting the words to have new meaning. “Heels on the bed,” he orders, helping to arrange me so that my heels dig into the edge of the mattress and hold.
 

I’m so exposed, but I don’t deny him. I can’t.

Sean runs his hands down the inside of my legs from my knees to my thighs and back up again. He licks his lips, his gaze moving from that part of me I have so long denied him, to my breasts and face and back again. I get the distinct impression I’m not the only one trying to record our time together. Sean acts as though he wants to remember every detail of this moment, maybe because once we return home he’ll go back to traveling the world for his job as a geological consultant specializing in...something I’m still not quite sure I understand.

“I’ve waited so long for this. I want to make it last,” he says, the words murmured hotly against my stocking-clad inner knee.
 

“I want you,” I whisper. “Inside me.”

I can see the effect my words have on him. His nostrils flare as he takes a breath , his gaze burning with desire he struggles to bank. No doubt because of my virginity. If he only knew how I long for him to take it. To rid of me of it so that we can do more, do everything, without the fear of pain.

“Not yet.”

“Sean...”

“You’re not ready yet,” he tells me. “And you won’t deny me this.”

This
is his hand sliding to the center of me. He palms me first, murmuring about how wet I am, before his thumb rubs over my clitoris, back and forth.
 

“So, so wet.”

I’m mortified. “Sorry.”

Sean’s husky chuckle makes me feel even more
foolish.

“I’m not. It’ll make it easier when I’m in you.”

I can’t inhale. I can’t move. All I can do is lay there and watch as Sean rids of me of the panties and strokes me, gathering the moisture and using it to slip one of his fingers into my channel. “
Sean.
”
 

It feels strange. Every particle of my being seems centered around the finger inside of me. I shift my hips, adjusting to the feel. Wanting more.

“Let me hear you,” he orders, lowering his head. “All of it.”

His mouth closes over my clit and I moan, loud and long, until I lose the need for air and all I can do is lift my hips into his mouth. Oh, his tongue. He uses it on me. Swirling it around and the nub and then down, sometimes softly, sometimes so hard I think I feel every tastebud on his tongue as it strokes me. Up and around, down. Up and around, down.
 

My heart races. I pant, unable to get enough air. I’m not sure how he manages such a thing but he keeps his finger inside me, frustratingly still, and continues to go down on me, driving me insane. His other arm and hand stretch up over my body until he is able to grasp my breast and hold it, moving his fingers over me in tune with his tongue.
 

I dig the heels deeper into the mattress, grateful for the spikes because it gives me leverage to move against Sean’s mouth. “Please,” I beg.

He slows his movements, something I hate, and pulls away so that only the tip of his tongue touches me. He teases my clit to a painful point before blowing on me, then fastens his lips over me and sucks me inside again.
 

I release my grip on the bedcovers beneath me and wrapp my hands around the one of his covering my breast. I press harder, and groan when he lifts his head from his ministrations below. “Don’t stop.”
 

Holding my gaze, Sean very deliberately blows on me again, the breath of air flowing over my wet clit and aching body causing me to flinch and my hands--oh, I didn’t mean to in front of Sean-- fly to where he torments me and rubs.

“Ahhh, sweetheart. You’re going to show me what you do later,” he says. “I want to see you.”

I jerk my hand away, frustrated and embarrassed. “No.” I can’t possibly do that. My reaction-- it’s instinct. Nothing else.
 

“Yes, you will,” he murmurs. “Love, honor and
obey
, wife. You’ll show me,” Sean says, rubbing his lips over my clit. “Or I won’t give you what you want.”

I’ve never thought of that verse in a sensual way, but Sean’s husky wording of it gives it a whole new meaning. One that overwhelms my trepidation with the scorching need for release. “Please.”

“Please what?” he asks, stroking my clit with his thumb.

My hips involuntarily lift into the caress.
 

Sean murmurs how beautiful I am that way, all stretched out and horny for him, begging. He flicks his thumb over my clit once again, then presses down, holding the position and stretching me while he begins to move the finger he has inserted inside me.
 

I’m full. Tight. But I’m not dry and that eases the way, allowing Sean to press deeper, move in and out with agonizing slowness. I’m dying now, I’m sure of it. It’s just too much.
 

“You’re going to have to handle more than that, Ava,” he says, leaning over to lick my clit before he fastens his lips over me to suck and suck and suck, distracting me from the fact he’s now pressed two fingers inside me, stretching me even more.
 

Oh the pleasure.
 

I can’t breathe. Can’t think. All I can do is feel as Sean plays my body like an instrument. My inhibitions from before? Gone. All I want is for him to take me. For him to stop teasing me with his tongue and make me come. I never thought pleasure could be so similar to pain, but it is.
 

Unbelievably, Sean adds a third finger to the others, pushing into me and waiting for my body to adjust, letting me ride out the feel. He kisses my inner thighs, watches me fight for composure and experience the bombardment of pleasure at the same time, his expression making it clear he enjoys making me squirm. After waiting so long no doubt he does enjoy tormenting me.
 

“Do you want to come, love?”

“Yesssss. Sean, please.”

Once more Sean lowers his mouth to my core, his tongue wild as it spears me, dragging up either side of my vulva and swirling around my clit over and over again while he pumps his fingers inside of me, but never going deep enough. The indescribable pleasure is there, the tension inside me building until it bursts, fanning out of my lower body to every muscle and nerve, dragging soft, whimpering sounds from my throat as Sean works to keep the pleasure flowing as long as possible.

I arch off the bed, still riding that incredible high, when Sean kneels on the bed and pulls my stocking-clad legs around him. I feel him, that part of him I have yet to explore, pressing against my opening. I shut my eyes, waiting for the pain.
 

It is uncomfortable. I’m not going to lie. Sean is thicker than the fingers he placed inside me, longer, and as he meets the barrier of my virginity and pauses, all the pleasure I just felt rushes away. “Sean?”

He pulls back and slides into me again, harder, more forceful. A husband bent on not being denied.

“All the way,” he tells me, letting his weight press down so that he pins me with his body.
 

He draws back a bit, not very far, but this time when he surges into me, I actually feel my virginity give way with a little pinch of pain, like a sting that quickly fades.
 

Sean slides all the way home, not stopping until his testicles--balls-- rest against me with intriguing heaviness. He’s inside me!
 

“You okay?” he asks.

Sean keeps his weight from me and I take a quick inventory of my body. I tingle in places that I’m rarely ever aware of, but more than that, I’m stuffed full of hot, hard Sean. Now that the worst of losing my virginity is over, I feel myself throbbing inside, pulsing around him and aware of how we are joined, super-sensitive to Sean’s slightest movement. Even the brush of his chest against my breasts tease my nipples and make me hyper aware of my body--in a good, good way. “Yeah.”

Sean lowers his head and kisses me, teasing my mouth open with his tongue. I taste something and realized... It’s me.
 

Soon his hips mimick the thrusts of his tongue and I wind my arms around his neck, my legs around his hips, heels and all, relishing the feel of him thrusting into me. It hurts a bit at first but it isn’t so bad. In fact, with every thrust it gets better, wetter.

Sean breaks the kiss and lowers his head to my neck. A thrill shoots through me when he uses his teeth on that sensitive muscle where my neck and shoulder meet, soothing the nip with his lips. He’s moving a little faster now, sliding in and out of me with ease.
 

“Hold on.”

That’s all the warning I get before Sean wraps an arm around my waist and holds me tight, shoving us up off the bed. He sits back in the center of the king-size mattress with me wrapped around his lap, the pull of gravity and my weight driving Sean even deeper into me. “Oh.”

I’m... impaled. Taken, surrounded, every breath, every heartbeat, loud in my ears.
 

I see a brief smile flicker across his lips before Sean arranges me just so and uses his hold on my rear to begin working me against him. Every time Sean slides deep and rocks my pelvis flush with his, the breath leaves my lungs. The position places pressure on my clit, and every dragging slide of Sean’s cock rebuilds the tension in my belly. I like this, the way Sean moves me against him and I feel him everywhere.