the terror and shame I was used to my whole life, but to have a man like Austin appreciate that side of me, was nothing short of magical.
My brow furrowed. There it was again. My pussy muscles fluttered, then once more. One by one, my other muscles clenched as that notion of an itch being scratched grew and grew until it was beyond any comparison.
A flush rose on my chest, up my neck, and made my cheeks warm with the rush of blood. I heard myself moaning and whimpering, louder with each hitched breath, before all sounds were drowned out by the thundering of my heart in my ears.
In a panic, I realized I was having a full-on orgasm without having even been touched. I tried to part my legs, to stop any stimulation of my clit, but it was too late. A lifetime of sexual repression burst the dam and I came right in front of my new husband.
I tried to snatch my hand back, but Austin held it firm and his manhood only swelled quicker, forcing my premature climax to even greater heights. I covered my face with my free hand, using it as the most ineffective hiding place in the world, as vocal bursts of pure pleasure squeezed out from between clenched teeth.
Pulses of humming ecstasy radiated from my clit, making my toes curl until I thought I was going to get cramps in my feet, and leaving me with quivering legs as it faded away.
A cold chill went down my spine as I comprehended what had just happened. Austin was used to pin-up girls, models, his pick of the groupies. Girls who were good at sex.
What would he think of me now? I knew he saw my purity ring before but did he, in his wildest dreams, realize just how inexperienced I was?
So much for ‘the sexual being’ I’d labelled myself only a few minutes before. When I raised my eyes to look at him, he’d be disappointed, I was sure of it.
“I-I’m sorry,” I stuttered. That didn’t seem to cut it.
“What? That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. You fuckin’ worship that cock, little girl.”
If he was lying, he was good at it. My embarrassment gave way to a fresh uprising of hope and anticipation as I basked in the glow of Austin’s undiminished sexual hunger.
He twisted his grip on my hair, making me suck a breath in through my teeth, when a jolt of excitement in my chest flashed in response to the sting on my scalp. Austin was seemingly in charge of my every movement, in this case tilting my ear up to him.
“Time for you to show me that sweet little pussy you thought you were saving for somebody else,” he whispered harshly.
Under my hand I could still feel the object of my worship, harder than ever, trapped down his pants leg as it strained against the material. He shuffled backwards and I thought he was going to free it from its prison, but instead he kept going until he was off the bed.
Austin grabbed my ankles and unceremoniously dragged me towards him until my ass was on the edge of the bed, with him between my legs. I propped myself up on my elbows, feeling my legs shaking from the vulnerability of my position, as well as the trailing edges of my orgasm.
My husband may have been fake, but there was no denying the reality of my arousal, as he reached up under my dress and continued what he’d started in the car when he pulled my panties down. He took his time, but there was a fire burning in his eyes that hinted at a raw passion held in check by sheer force of willpower.
I had to point my toes in the air so he could take my underwear off completely. He cast them aside, just one more pair of panties he’d melted in his life. He caught my legs and draped them over his shoulders.
With slow inevitability, he pushed my dress up, exposing inch after inch of my upper legs to his eyes. I watched his face for the moment, the moment, when a man saw my completely inexperienced, but eager, sex for the first time.
Would he compare it against others he’d seen? Would he like the Brazilian that the beautician had given me, after insisting that it was part of the standard bridal package? A million questions and doubts raced through my mind.
Austin was moving torturously slowly,