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Matthew spent a good eight minutes trying to undo your dress, but oh, when he finally did, fuck . . .
You were drunk newlyweds; the room felt like it was floating and wrapped in cotton. You were wrapped in an elegant lingerie set. The white lace adorning your body teased your husband and he couldn't help but run his hands along every petal of it. He was drunk, but not too drunk where he couldn’t get hard.
He sloppily rubbed between your thighs to get you dripping, his palm pressed against your clit. It really wasn’t too long, but time felt slowed. Bliss and pleasure hugged you like a knot. Matthew gently pressed a kiss onto your temple. Your underwear dampened.
You climbed on top of his hard lap, pushing him down onto the bed and looking at his reddened face. His expression was cute, perfect in every sense of the word. Matthew let you take charge tonight, and you took off his pants. You teasingly palmed his erection through his underwear, watching as his glossy eyes squinted in pleasure. He hardened when you tugged on his curl.
You both enjoyed the view: you looking down at your submissive husband and him having a beautiful woman atop him. It seemed like the room lost gravity and you were also feeling sexually bold tonight.
His tented underwear was pulled down to reveal his cock. It curved slightly to the left, trim blonde hairs dusting along the base. You stroked him, his skin soft. Moans left his lips; he didn't suppress any of his noises tonight. In fact, both of you were oblivious to the volume in the room. At least it was just the two of you. The glistening metal of your wedding ring slightly cooled Matthew as it brushed along his cock. You got your fill of jerking him off once precum beaded at his sensitive, pink tip.
You discarded your underwear and lined yourself up with his twitching cock. The alcohol was a boost of confidence, and you were eager to ride your husband. You got the glistening tip inside, the sting slightly numbed by your drunkenness.
“Are you okay?” Matthew asked as he held your hips. His pleased expression was obvious.
“Yeah,” you hovered atop him for a few moments to get used to the penetration.
“How can I make this night perfect for you?” He really was the sweetest man.
You dug into your slowed thoughts before remembering something. You had once walked in on him touching himself while muttering French words, and it turned you on way more than it should’ve.
“Talk to me in French,” you responded. You slowly sunk down on him. He breathily moaned as his cock was enveloped in a tight warmth.
Then he nodded in agreement. He was all the way inside you by now. You felt his cock pressing against you from the inside in all the right spots. His hands occasionally wandered to your garters, and yours pressed against his chest to support yourself.
You set a slow, sloppy rhythm as you moved up and down. You made sure every thrust hit you deep, not wasting a single inch. Matthew was in heaven, watching his cock disappear into your greedy body over and over.
“Tu me fais me sentir si bien,” Matthew moaned, his voice breathy and sensual. His foreign words felt like they were drizzled in honey. He rarely spoke in bed to focus on your pleasure, but he was feeling talkative tonight.
You rolled your hips back and forth to make his cock snuggle into your g-spot. Your clit pressed against his pubic bone, the friction getting you wetter and further slicking his cock.
"Mattie . . ."
The expression on your face explicitly read pleasure. You gazed down at your husband below you as whimpers shamelessly withdrew from his lips.
“J'adore quand tu me regardes comme ça . . .” passion bloomed from his words.
“Yeah?” You lapsed the grinding to bounce on him again, continuing as thighs went mildly sore. His glasses began to fog up, complimenting his reddened face.
"Mmh," Matthew groped your bouncing chest. His hand wormed its way into your lacy bra. His thumb teasingly grazed on your sensitive nipple, sending an electric thrum throughout your body.
He boldly thrusted upward. Movements became mutual. He drove into you from below as you rocked against him simultaneously.
Your hips were gently held when he suddenly sat upright to meet your lips. With a moan, he sucked your bottom lip into his warm mouth. Threading fingers through his blonde hair, you poked his lips with your tongue until he let you in. Alcohol outlined his mouth from the inside. Matthew was buried inside of you, temporarily unmoving as the focus was making out. You were dizzy for each other, tongues flicking together, him moaning into your mouth.
Eventually, the couple had to pull away for air and return to fucking.
“T'es ben mignonne,” Matthew muttered. His unknown words heightened the passion of the moment. A light sheen of sweat glistened along your skin.
You held onto his shoulders. Lifting your hips. Plunging back onto him. Taking him over and over. He could feel your body slightly pressing into his stomach. Coordination was off the table tonight.
“Plus vite!” Matthew guided you to ride his cock faster. He was the happiest man in the world. You dug your fingers into his hips for support.
Matthew was aching, in a good way. As the pace intensified, he felt pressure building at the base of his throbbing cock.
“Je jouis,” he breathed heavily in his melodic voice. His orgasm was inevitable, and you were helping draw it from him.
Dopamine coursing through him, his pressure burst with a drawn out groan. Almost like a bottle of champagne, cum spurted from his tip and coated your insides in white. A product of his affection.
Matthew was rigid for a moment. Your body swayed back and forth, both to prolong his bliss and to chase your own release.
You exhaled, beginning to throb as a warmth was set in your abdomen. The world seemed to stutter when a tingling relief washed over you. You clenched your husband, thrill and euphoria running down your spine.
God, you loved him so much. Two kindling flames that burned brighter when conjoined. You got off of Matthew to lean against him, lace delicately brushing his skin. You knew you had to clean up, but you would relish in the intimacy for a few minutes.
"Je t'aime."
He gently caressed your skin. These were perfect terms to start your shared life together.
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