**Our First Time Going All the Way**

I still remember the way my hands shook when I unbuttoned my jeans that night. We’d been married for two months, but work schedules, nerves, and just plain bad timing had kept us from actually fucking—until now. My husband, Jake, had been teasing me all evening, his fingers brushing my thighs under the table at dinner, his lips lingering too long against my neck when he kissed me goodnight.

By the time we made it to the bedroom, I was aching. I could feel how wet my panties were, the slick heat between my legs impossible to ignore. Jake wasted no time—he pushed me onto the bed, his hands rough as he pulled my shirt over my head. His mouth crashed against mine, hungry, insistent, like he’d been waiting for this just as long as I had.

“Fuck, I need to see you,” he growled, yanking my bra down and squeezing my tits hard. His thumbs rubbed over my nipples, already stiff, and I arched into his touch. He leaned down, sucking one into his mouth while his free hand slid between my legs. I gasped when his fingers pressed against the damp fabric of my panties.

“Jesus, you’re soaked,” he muttered, dragging them down my thighs.

I didn’t even care that I was naked first. All I could think about was finally feeling him inside me. Jake stripped his boxers off, his cock thick and red, already leaking at the tip. My mouth watered just looking at it.

“Lay back,” he ordered, voice rough. I obeyed, spreading my legs as he settled between them. He didn’t waste time—his fingers slid through my folds, spreading my wetness, circling my clit just enough to make me whimper. “You ready for me?”

“Yes,” I begged, rocking my hips up. “Please, Jake. Fuck me.”

He didn’t make me wait. His hands locked around my throat—just enough pressure to make my pulse jump, not enough to scare me. His cock nudged against my entrance, and then he was pushing inside, slow but relentless. My breath hitched as he filled me, stretching me in a way nothing else ever had.

“Fuck,” he hissed, hips snapping forward until he was buried to the hilt. “Your pussy’s so tight.”

I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. The way he moved—hard, fast, no mercy—sent shocks of pleasure through me with every thrust. His grip on my throat tightened just a little, and the mix of pleasure and dizzying pressure made me clench around him.

“That’s it,” Jake groaned. “Squeeze my cock just like that.”

I could feel him everywhere—his weight pinning me down, his breath hot against my ear, his hips driving into me with a rhythm that had me gasping. My fingers dug into his back, nails scraping skin as the pleasure built, sharp and urgent.

“I’m close,” I panted, my thighs trembling. “Oh God, don’t stop—”

“You gonna cum on my dick?” His voice was rough, dark. His thumb found my clit, rubbing hard circles as he fucked into me.

The orgasm hit me like a punch, wrung out of me in a broken cry as my pussy clamped around him. Jake cursed, his thrusts turning erratic.

“Gonna fill you up,” he growled. “Take my fucking cum—”

His hips jerked, and I felt him pulse deep inside me. Hot, thick spurts of his cum painting my walls as he groaned against my neck. We stayed like that for a long moment, his cock still twitching inside me as we both caught our breath.

When he finally pulled out, I could feel his cum leaking out of me. Jake smirked, dragging a finger through it before pressing it to my lips.

“Next time,” he murmured, “I’m not pulling out at all.”