Vocal Lover

**Nate's POV**
Stunning.
Soft.
Utterly perfect.
The heavy scent of her floral body wash wafted into my nose, making her smell just as sweet as she tasted, the taste that still lingered on my tongue. She was delectable, a treat unlike any woman I'd ever had before, and I wasn't sure if it was her or the fact that I'd be the only one to truly have her.
All of her.
Sprawled out over her dusty pink duvet, wild blonde waves fanning across the pillows, and heavy breaths escaping between her slightly parted plump lips, she was ready. What she didn't know, though, was that there were firsts here for me, too.
I'd never been with a virgin. I'd never gone bare. And I'd never cared so damn much about what my partner thought of the whole experience. But of all the people to experience these firsts with, who better than my wife? My darling, beautiful, sexy-as-hell wife.
I pushed her legs a little wider with my hips, making room for me to fit without taking my eyes off her consuming blue ones. Then, I leaned in slowly to brush my lips against hers. My hands gripped her round yet firm arse, aligning her to take me before climbing back up that gorgeously sinful body that I had only dreamed of touching. I passed over her flat stomach that would be growing soon, my lips simultaneously travelling down to her jaw to nibble and kiss hungrily. A little higher and I reached her deliciously full tits, groping them and massaging them while her body rolled against mine, eager for my touch.
I knew I was driving her mad with how slow I was going, but we had plenty of time for hard fucking later. She only got one first time, and I wanted to savor it, to establish that I would never hurt her or force her into anything. She was in control, and at the slightest hint of hesitation, I would be off of her. But, thankfully for both my pride and my dick, she never hesitated. She pressed her breasts further into my hands, making me groan against her throat.
I got the message, loud and clear.
Allowing myself to lose just a little bit of control, I pressed my body against hers flush, shivering at the sound and taste of her gasp in my mouth as it covered hers. One hand buried deep into her hair, gripping a handful as my other landed on my cock, guiding it to her dripping entrance. I needed to be inside of her. I needed to feel her.
"Tell me to stop if it hurts." I mumbled against her mouth, waiting for her nod before breaching her tight hole in one smooth and quick thrust.
*Fuck.*
We both cried out together, her raspy moan colliding with my animalistic growl, both displaying our immense pleasure. "Shit." I breathed, tightening my grip on her hair and burying my face into her shoulder, trying my fucking hardest not to come immediately. Whoever said it didn't feel much different without a condom was a fucking liar.
It was damn near unbearably good, and I could feel every bloody inch of her along my shaft. Her come, hot against my flesh, was coaxing me to move, to feel the straining and trembling walls of her pussy, but I wasn't ready. I wanted to hold her there for a minute. She was full of me, and I loved it, almost as much as I loved the idea of filling her with my seed, impregnating her. Was this some weird kink I'd never realized I had before?
I wasn't sure, but just thinking about it drove me mad enough to move.
I pressed a kiss to her dewy neck before coming back up to find her lips. I moaned when I tasted them again, and felt her tighten around my cock as I did so. So she's one of those vocal lovers? Likes the noise of it? That would explain why she only had earphones in when I caught her getting off with her toy.
I could handle that.
I took her bottom lip between my teeth as I slid out of her slowly, teasingly, before releasing it with a pop as I slammed back into her.
"You feel fucking incredible, Allie." I groaned beside her ear, making her gasp and claw onto my hair, giving it a painfully firm tug. Oh, she was going to be fun, I could tell. I growled at the sensation, picking up my pace, going even deeper than before. My heart was racing, and I could hardly breathe, but I didn't care. The pleasure was so good, so immensely potent that all I could think about was making her come undone so I could go again.
I was tempted to laugh when I remembered that this was what I'd agreed to give up by marrying Allie, but the realization that I didn't know what I was missing trampled that train of thought. I was willing to surrender sex, but that was before Alexandra. Now, I was addicted to her. Her scent, her taste, the way we mewled and moaned as if against her nature.
I lifted off of her, meeting her drunken eyes as I continued to slide in and out of her. Her beautiful cheeks were hot and rosy, void of even a dab of makeup just as I preferred. Gorgeous.
I wondered how she looked when she came.
I sat back on my heels, shifting so I could disappear completely inside of her, my hips now making contact with hers with each thrust. She pulled in her lip, tempting my cock in her own unintentional siren ways. I fucking loved it.
I let out another groan, scanning over how her breasts bounced with her movement, before stilling her hip with one hand, and bringing the other between her legs. As soon as I pressed my thumb to her slick and swollen clit, she arched her back, grabbing fistfulls of covers in her trembling hands.
"God, Nate…"
"Yes- Shit." I swore, already feeling her tightening around my cock. Trying my damndest to pull her over, I rubbed her faster, harder, until finally, her walls clamped down on me.
She cried out and I fell, pressing myself to her as I surrendered to her body. I could feel her shivering beneath me, grasping at my biceps then shoulders, before wrapping her arms and legs around my body in an unbreakable grip as she rode out her climax.
"Allie…" I groaned one last time, my orgasm washing through me and filling her deep with my hot come, my hips pressed tightly against hers in a seal of sorts, not allowing any to escape. I gasped for air, wrapping my arms beneath her so I could cradle her against my chest. "Christ." I breathed against her hair, her soft giggle making me smile.
"Was it good? For you?" She mumbled into my shoulder, making me release her so I could meet her eyes.
"Are you kidding? It was fucking incredible." I rolled over, pulling out and taking her with me so she could rest on my chest. She released what sounded like a relieved sigh, though I couldn't imagine why she would even doubt my enjoyment. I thought I expressed myself pretty well. I tucked a thick strand of her hair behind her small, porcelain ear. "You?" I asked a little quieter, holding my breath as I awaited the verdict and hoping to God she didn't forbid me from touching her again. But she just laughed shyly, burying her face deeper into my chest.
"Do people normally talk about it after? I feel like we're rating each other." I chuckled, twirling a new strand around my finger.
"I don't know. You asked first. So does that mean you want me to rate you?" I teased, and she gasped, slapping my torso playfully.
"Don't you dare."
"Ten out of ten."
"Nate!"
"Would do again."
"Oh my God!" She covered her face with her hands, making me laugh even harder. I could tell she was trying not to laugh by the way her shoulders shook, but I couldn't let her get away with that, so I pried a hand away, revealing her bashful grin and squinted eyes. "What are you thinking about?" She asked out of the blue. I cocked my head.
"How badly I want to kiss you." Her face flushed crimson, but instead of hiding again, she tilted her head up just enough to place a chaste peck on my lips.
"Okay, what else are you thinking about?" She asked again, an impish grin on her face. My smile widened, my hand brushing her hair from her shoulder so I could hold her.
"I'm thinking I'd like like to take you on a honeymoon." Her eyes widened, her jaw going slack in shock.
"W-where?"
"We can go to England. It's cold, but I know it well enough." I suggested with a shrug, and she moved to sit beside me, tucking her short little legs underneath her still starkly naked body. I buried my right arm under my head.
"I'd like that. I've only ever been once when I was younger, so besides Big Ben, I don't remember much."
"Good. We'll skip the tourist spots then, and I'll show you what London really is." Her eyes squinted with excitement as she gripped onto my free hand.
"When do you want to go?" I lifted a brow.
"Depends. When's that IVF appointment?" Her little brow furrowed immediately, confusion lacing her features.
"The twenty ninth."
"Then, my dear wife-" I started, gripping her waist and pulling her to straddle me. "I think we ought to leave on the twenty eighth."