Tucker slid back out and then eased himself back in so slowly it could almost be considered torture, as his eyes locked with mine. “Only you, Mina. This is our place, just ours.” The power of those simple words hit me at the same time he stroked harder, deeper into me, and again I cried out, but this time, his name was on my lips as I did.

“Tucker, please,” I groaned into his chest as he leaned in closer, so that his pubic bone was putting pressure on my clit as he rolled his hips so deliciously against my body. It was only when I tipped my chin up some and then bit down on his pec, just below his nipple, that he allowed his body to truly crash into mine. Both of us increased the pace, hips lifting, thighs slapping together, and tandem moans tantalizing our senses. The efforts finally brought me over to my first official orgasm of our consummated marriage.

The thought burst free from me in a giggle as I came back to my senses and my husband still moved inside of me. He pulled out, smacked my hip, and ordered me where he wanted. “Roll over and put that ass in the air,” he demanded. The moment I did, he grabbed hold of my hips, shifted them where he wanted me, and plunged back inside my body. “Wanna tell me what you’re giggling about down there? I know it’s not the performance because I felt the way your pussy squeezed me near to death.”

“This is our first time consummating our marriage, Tuck. So, technically, that was my first orgasm as your lawful wife.”

“It sure as fuck won’t be the last,” my husband huffed as he pounded himself into me even harder. His hand reached around my hip, underneath of me, to where he could reach my clit. The slight, circular motion he made there was so incongruous with the pounding he was giving me that it threw me off balance and I ended up coming again before my mind caught up to what was happening with my body. My second orgasm triggered his and as we both rode it out, we came crashing down on top of the bed.

I was flat on my stomach with Tucker on my back before he finally pulled out and rolled over. “Damn, Mina, that was…” he tried to catch his breath, but then gave up and threw an arm over his face.

I didn’t say anything, and instead, just lie there as the air from the ceiling fan circulating above us aided in rapidly cooling my body while my husband caught his breath beside me. It was only in that quiet moment that I realized we hadn’t used any protection. At first, panic rose up, and I worried about everything from diseases to babies. Then I slowed my thoughts and reality kicked in. Tucker and I had both gone about a month ago to get tests to make sure that we were both clean and safe for the future. It was one of the steps that Tucker made, and requested that I made too, in order to help build trust between us. He wanted me to be secure in the fact that he had a clean bill of health and vice versa.