"Yes sir," I retorted, saluting my sex commander at his well-laid plan.
Worth waiting for...
H
e lowered his head to give me a lazy kiss that quickly morphed into the most desperate kiss I have ever experienced to this day. His lips were swallowing me whole. I was swimming inside his delicious mouth. I could feel every bump of his demanding tongue. We would alternate taking in deep breaths and then once again plunge into each other's mouths. Our kiss was so lustful you'd think we hadn't seen each other in years.
Louis made me feel wanton and unapologetic for my animalistic response to his touch. I was running my fingers through his hair, down his lean back, and over his bulging muscular arms. I wanted to touch every inch of his beautiful smooth skin. I slipped my hands under his silk boxer shorts and cupped his firm ass in my hands, pulling him and his stiff cock down onto me. I could feel myself moisten.
Louis nestled himself between my parted legs and pressing against my mound only added more wood to an already burning fire; no pun intended. He suddenly left my lips as though someone had torn him from me by force. Still panting hard, Louis grabbed my breast and squeezed, giving one of my engorged nipples a wet lick while squeezing the other between his fingers. He continued lapping his tongue down my shaking core and licked into my belly button, finding my small ring and tugging it with his teeth. He then sucked at it, making me cry out. His hands were still kneading my breasts when he positioned his head at my entrance.
"Your pussy is calling my name, baby." He proceeded to part my labial lips and push his tongue all the way in and then out of me.
"Ahhhh, Louis, I want your cock inside me, not your tongue. I can't wait anymore."
"Baby, don't say that to me yet, please. I'm trying so hard. God, you're so ready; your pussy is soaking. Fuck Emily, I won't last; I need to fuck you … now."
With that he straightened up and took his massive erection in his hands and started to guide himself into my dripping hole, blowing his well-laid plan to hell. I was so wet that the first few inches of Louis slipped in effortlessly. I could feel the imminent pain building and felt my vaginal walls constricting around his bulge.
"My God, you're so tight, Em, I don't want to hurt you."
I didn't answer, I was too focused on the feeling of his cock finally penetrating me.
"Em, open your eyes, if it hurts, you need to let me know … okay?"
I silently gave him a nod. He was too big for this not to hurt.
"Baby, I'll go slowly. I'll feed my dick into you … little by little until you get used to me inside you."
He was now halfway inside me. Louis was undeniably in pain himself from having to hover over me motionlessly, while my body acclimated to his gargantuan cock. He moved in a little more.
"Ohhhhhh," we both cried out.
"Are you okay?" he asked, with a scared expression on his beautiful features.
"Louis, I'm fine. Stop worrying and try to move," I said, braver then I felt.
He moved a little deeper in and stopped and stilled like a statue. A few seconds later he let out a deep breath. He changed his position and sat back on his knees. He opened my knees as far apart as they would go and plunged the last couple of inches into me. The pain of the last thrust made me scream out. I looked down between us to where his root connected with my sex and clenched hard around his cock at the erotic sight.
Knowing his whole cock was buried all the way inside me was almost enough to make me come and forget the pain and discomfort. We looked up at each other simultaneously. I gave him a small pained smile. Louis started rocking into me very slowly. It was both pleasure and pain I was feeling. I was so high on everything that had occurred between us in the last few hours. The surge of endorphins dulled most of the pain. I needed him to just let go and take me the way I knew he wanted and needed to. I would deal with the ache later.
"Louis, harder."
"Em, I know you're in pain. We'll take it slow today. We'll have our whole lives to fuck hard; right now I need to go slow."
"I need you to shut up and fuck me. Move your cock. I won't break, please make me come, I'm so close," I almost barked out.
He pulled completely out of me with a wet slurp in one swift move that made me wince from the burning sensation within. He took hold of my knees, bringing them together and then extended my legs straight up in front of him. He kissed my calves and licked up all the way to my feet. Louis lowered himself and parted my outstretched legs so they were now wrapped around his neck. Without any warning he pushed himself into me hard. We both screamed out at Louis fully penetrating me with so much force. He lowered and pushed himself on me so that my knees came flush against my breasts. He was driving his cock in and out of me hard. He was so deep inside me that I could feel him in my stomach. Louis picked up the pace with each thrust.
I cried out, "Oh God!" This time he was even deeper, and with increasingly hard shoves I could feel an unfamiliar part of me contract and tighten.
"Baby I'm close. I won't last, please tell me you're close. I want us to come together."
All I managed to say was, "Ohhhhhh LLLLouisssss!" and then I fell and fell. I was somewhere far, far away. I don't even remember Louis coming or what he said when he finally came inside me that first time. I was feeling my sex pulsating so hard it was as if my heart had left my chest and immigrated to my crotch. When my body finally stopped convulsing some minutes, or hours later, I pried my eyes open to see my fiancé lying beside me naked, face down, and fully spent.
I ran my fingers down his back and asked, "How was that? Do you still want to marry me?"
He opened his eyes smiling. "I think I blacked out at the end. I never came so hard in my life. That was worth waiting for."
I smiled, pleased by his response. "I can't believe I had sex for the first time." My first time having sex was with my future husband, Louis Bruel.
"Emily, I hope you enjoyed the feel of my dick inside you because I'm not just your first, I'm going to be your last. There is no way anybody else on this planet is ever going to know how your pussy feels or tastes, as long as I'm still drawing breath. Just so we're clear."
I kissed his naked butt and quickly tried to get off the bed to visit the bathroom. Before I could get off our bed, Louis grabbed my hand and jerked me back in.
"Let me go. I need to pee."
He sat up and cradled me in his arms. "Are you okay? More importantly … did I hurt you?"
"Louis I'm perfect; the pain is a delicious kind of pain. I can still feel you inside me, it's incredible."
He smiled, his stop-the-world-and-look-at-me smile and added, "I love you. Thank you for all my birthday gifts, I think this one is my favorite."
"Ditto."
I had to agree. Best birthday ever!
More surprises...
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fter a quick joint shower, we got dressed and started to make our way downstairs. It was a little past noon and I was famished after all our strenuous morning endeavors. I was excited to finally call my parents, sister, and Sara and tell them what they already knew.
As we were exiting our bedroom Louis said, "I totally forgot, Em, there are a few more surprises I have for your birthday."
"Are you trying to spoil me?"
"I haven't spoiled you nearly as much as I should've. You have carte blanche from now on." We briefly embraced and stole a few kisses walking down the grand staircase.
"What other surprises do you have up your sleeve, Pip?" I asked, giddy with excitement.
"Remember I told you your parents were okay with me bringing you here?"
"Yeah, I remember, so…?"
"So, your parents had one condition to their dispensation."
"What was the condition, Louis?"
"I can't remember. I definitely agreed to it or they wouldn't have let me bring you. I just can't remember what it was. I
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thirty now. I guess I'm not as sharp as I was at twenty-nine."
I stopped walking down and placed my hands on my waist and stomped my feet like a four-year-old.
"Louis Bruel, I will not take another step unless you stop playing around and tell me what the condition was."
"Let's keep walking down the stairs and I'll tell you." I agreed and then Louis pulled me close to him and whispered in my ear, "The condition was they'd be the first ones to congratulate their baby girl."
"Oh Louis, you scared me. I thought you'd promised to coerce me into going to medical school. I'll just call them before I call Jenna or Sara," I said, relieved.
"In person," he added and smiled as we approached the end of the staircase to see my parents beaming at us.
I'm not an overly emotional person but seeing my mommy and daddy there to share this moment was one of the happiest memories of my life. I ran over to my parents and hugged them like an eight-year-old who'd just come back from summer camp. I couldn't stop crying. I was elated that my parents could be there and see first-hand how happy I was. I was too wrapped up in the moment to notice that Louis had walked over to hug Mike and Jenna. They were sitting on the couch in the living room waiting for us to come down. It dawned on me a few moments later, after my eyes officially dried and I was all hugged and congratulated out, that the empty house I had entered yesterday evening was now fully furnished.
"Louis, when did you do this?" I asked. "I mean the furniture."
He smirked my way and said, "I had most of this brought in last night. I must say, the movers were pretty loud, but you were out cold. "
The same woman wearing a gray and white uniform from last night approached and introduced herself as Trisha. She gave us her best wishes and playfully mentioned that she came with the house.
We had a beautiful lunch set out on the patio by the pool overlooking the ocean. Louis got up to give a toast. "I would like to first say that this is the best birthday of my life, and that I'm the luckiest man to have the most beautiful girl in the world agree to be my wife. I would also like to thank Adele and David for creating and raising the most incredible girl I have ever met. Thank you all for being here to share one of happiest days in our lives. Emily, Happy Birthday, baby, to you and to our beautiful life together."
There was a big round of cheers and glasses clinking and us smooching. After Trisha cleared our table an hour later, Louis lifted me out of my chair and pulled me into his lap.
"Baby, I'm backtracking a little. While we dated I didn't even buy you a single rose … but I will make up for all that quickly. I hope you like this house, Emily, because it's one of your birthday gifts. I took the liberty and named it "The Blue Lagoon" for you. We can stay here as long as you'd like. I can do all my work from here. I don't have to be back in the city for the next two weeks, so I'm all yours."
"Louis, are you mad? You can't buy me a house! This is your house, not mine. I can't accept a house from you! You've already bought me a car. Jenna told me you had my whole family flown down here on a private jet. It's just too much," I said, trying to get off his lap.
Louis held me tightly in place, not letting me get up. "Em, everything I have is yours. You'd better get used to me giving you gifts. I have lots of money and I choose to spend it on the people I love. The person I love most is you. You won't ever have to think about money." He took my clasped hands in one of his and continued, "I don't want a prenup, either. We need to tell your dad I won't need the contact information of his attorney. Your parents were under the impression that there would be paperwork between us. I told them if you ever leave me it means I'm dead and I'd want you to have everything."
I started to tell him that I didn't mind signing a prenuptial agreement when he put a finger on my lips to make me stop talking.
"This is not a negotiation."
"Louis, you worked hard and built your company from zilch. Your father entrusted you with all his financial and physical assets. Eric would've wanted you to protect yourself. We've only known each other for forty-four days. If you were my son I wouldn't let you marry anyone without a prenup," I said.
He looked up at me smiling, still holding my hands in one of his and twirling one of my blonde locks in between his fingers. "It's a good thing you're not my mom then. I wouldn't want to be dreaming of fucking my mom, that's for sure."
Oh brother, that's all he got from that whole conversation.
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"Louis, I know you're very successful and you don't need me to work, nor can I contribute to your wealth financially. I do, however, need to do something with my life. Beside being your wife."
He was listening but he wasn't really hearing me. All he said back to me was, "You can come work for me. That way I don't have to wait until I come home to bang you." He was smiling but it wasn't funny. He continued, "Em, you can do whatever you want, go to school, stay home in bed all day, or start your own business. I will support you in whatever you decide to do. I just want you happy."
I kissed him and ran my fingers through his brown wavy mane. "Are you really mine? You are every woman's fantasy and you want me … why?" I asked him while still sitting in his lap.
"Em, do you really not know how incredible you are? How can you even ask me that question? You're stunning. Besides that perfect face and your indescribable eyes you have the body of a pin-up girl. You know I've become obsessed with your tits, and baby, you taste so sweet everywhere. You probably don't know this because I'm the only one who's ever tasted you. And I will never let anyone have a taste of you. I've never met a woman like you, and I've met lots of women. You never complain. You're not a bitch or an Upper East Side spoiled brat. You love and respect your family. I don't have to go into all your virtues. You were a virgin until I deflowered you a few hours ago, for God's sake. I am snatching and taking you off the market to make sure you don't smarten up and find someone better than me."