Bound To My Husband

Warning!!!

This chapter contains explicit sexual content and graphic descriptions intended for mature readers.......

He gently cupped my face as if I were something fragile. His gaze softened as he moved closer, and I could not help but melt completely under his touch.

He claimed my lips, giving me the most hungry and passionate kiss I had ever known. I kissed him back almost immediately, as if I had been anticipating this moment for a very long time.

He lifted me up gracefully without breaking the kiss, carrying me toward the bed. As he moved, he squeezed my ass firmly, his grip possessive and heavy like I was a prize he finally owned.

He finally broke the kiss as he laid me down, both of us breathing heavily. Surprisingly, the fog in my head started to clear. I was no longer in a drunken state, and I could see him clearly now.

"Do you really want this?" he queried once more.

I wondered if he was too scared to make love to me or if he had some kind of issue.

"Do you have a small dick?" I blurted out. "Or do you just not find me attractive enough?" I murmured in frustration. At this point, I desperately wanted to experience all the things Laura did with her boyfriend.

My first relationship, which was also my last, had ended in just two days because he fell for someone else. He told me the truth, and I let him go to be with her. It was such a painful feeling that I never entered another relationship. Because of that, I had remained a virgin.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on," he whispered, and the words instantly sent a shiver down my spine. "I do find you sexy." He stared deep into my eyes, his hunger plain to see.

"Do to me as you please," I assured him.

He tilted his head, studying me closely as the tension between us stretched tight. "Then do not cry for help tonight."

With one hand, he guided my legs apart. His fingers swept through my private area, sending a jolt of electricity through my body that made me immediately close my legs in shock.

He opened them again, his eyes dark. "You wanted this," he growled.

I closed my eyes as his fingers slipped into my panties, moving with a rhythm that sent a sweet, overwhelming sensation through me. I held the bedsheets tightly, my heart pounding against my ribs

I could feel his heartbeat against his chest. It was in chaos, sounding so loud it seemed to echo in the quiet room. My panties were already soaked, and the naive part of me wondered if I had accidentally peed on myself.

I didn't realize it was my own body reacting and my own juices sipping out because I was yearning for this stranger's touch.

Without warning, he dipped a finger inside of me. I gasped unexpectedly, arching my back and holding onto him too tight. He leaned in close, his breath hot against my skin, and whispered under his breath. "Fuck, it is so tight."

He tore my panties away and widened my legs even more. I was so shy because he kept staring at me with such intense hunger. He left my private area for a moment to undress me completely. When he was done, he did the same, pulling off his shirt to reveal his hard muscles.

He unbuckled his belt and pulled down his boxers, and his fully erected self sprang free. I swallowed hard as I saw how thick he was. There was no way he would fit into my tiny hole.

"First time?" he chuckled, his voice low and vibrating.

I could only nod in reply.

He settled in between my thighs and bent down, his warm mouth covering my nipple. I almost wanted to scream as the pleasure exploded throughout my body. I shamelessly opened my legs wider for him, losing myself in the feeling.

I guess his touch was a distraction, because I did not even realize he had positioned himself until he slowly began to thrust in. Even though I was wet, I still felt my walls tearing apart. I gripped the bedsheets too tight and moaned in pain. There was no pleasure yet, only a sharp burning sensation.

He moved up to kiss my lips, and I kissed him back, desperate for the comfort. He continued to thrust, moving slowly back and forth inside of me. This back and forth movement later turned into a bittersweet sensation. The pain began to fade, and I felt a tingling spark starting to grow.n

"Oh fuck," I moaned with pleasure. "Move faster."

I spoke breathlessly as my breasts moved up and down due to his rhythm. He moved up so he was still facing me, his eyes dark with desire.

"If I move faster, you won't feel your legs by the time I am done," he smirked.

Tears of pleasure gathered in the corners of my eyes as he didn't stop. He kept thrusting with a steady, rhythmic pace that made my head spin. While he thrust, his eyes were all over my body, admiring me as if I were the most precious thing he had ever seen. The intensity of his gaze made me feel completely exposed and cherished all at once.

He gently squeezed my breast as he groaned in both pleasure and satisfaction. The sound was deep and raw, vibrating through my chest. He kept on going, his movements becoming more urgent, until I finally screamed while holding the bedsheet even tighter.

I had reached my climax, and a second later, so did he.

I felt a warm liquid sipping inside of me as he breathed heavily, his body weight pressing me into the mattress. The world slowly stopped spinning as our heartbeats tried to find a common rhythm.

He leaned in closer to my ear as he whispered. "You are so sweet." He paused to kiss my ear, the touch light and lingering. "How can someone be this sweet?" He teased softly as he finally pulled away to sleep beside me.

He pulled me closer to himself, wrapping a strong arm around my waist to bridge the gap between us. My head was resting on his shoulders firmly as he gently caressed my hair. I could still feel his heartbeat, steady and strong against my skin. I knew it sounded crazy, and I knew I didn't even know his name, but I was already in love with this stranger.