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Chapter 5 - The Husband I Waited For (Commission Story)
🕑 Added 2025-07-17 15:53:01 +0000 UTCThis fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.
A Honeymoon Morning of Kisses, Plugs, Poolside Teasing and Bike Rides
Chapter 5: Waking Up Next To My Husband
Yesterday, I lost my virginity. To my husband, Corey. We waited three years. Three long, teasing, slow-burning years of making out on couches, falling asleep tangled in each other’s arms, showering in separate bathrooms, and pretending not to notice each other’s hard-ons under the sheets.
Last night, he finally fucked me. Raw.
And it was better than I ever imagined. It hurt like a bitch at first. Corey’s big. Nine and a half inches big. And my ass? It had never taken anything at all. But Corey; he made it feel different. He made it romantic. After he made love to me... slow, deep, gentle; he pulled me into his arms, kissed my neck, and whispered, “I told you I’d wait baby.”
And yeah, I never thought I’d fall asleep with a dick still inside me. But that’s exactly what happened last night. And then we just... stayed like that. . Breathing each other in. His chest pressed to my back. His arms around my waist. His cock still buried inside me, softening slowly, like it didn’t want to leave either. I must’ve fallen asleep smiling.
And now…
I’m lying in our honeymoon suite, sheets still warm and tangled from last night, sun streaming through gauzy curtains. I’ve been awake for a while, staring at the ceiling with a sleepy smile, letting my body sink into the soft mattress.
Then I hear him.
Corey’s footsteps moving closer until the bed dips under his weight. I don’t even need to look; I can already feel the heat radiating from his skin.
“Morning, baby,” he murmurs, his voice low and rich.
“Morning,” I mumble back, still hugging my pillow. “What are you up to?”
“You’ll see.”
Before I can respond, Corey swings one leg over and straddles me, the mattress dipping as he shifts his weight. His cock, soft and warm, brushes against my lips as he leans forward to kiss my cheek.
“You’re so cute like this,” he says. “Mouth slightly open, waiting for me.”
I chuckle. “You’re insane.”
“Maybe. But you’re not stopping me, are you?”
“Not planning to.”
“Good boy.”
He slides himself across my mouth with deliberate slowness, his skin warm and smooth. I part my lips instinctively and press a soft kiss to his shaft. He lets out a faint groan.
“Yeah… just like that.”
Another kiss. And then I open my mouth slightly wider, letting the head rest against my tongue. The taste of him fills my senses; salty, warm, and completely familiar.
A warm droplet lands on my lower lip. It lingers there for a second before gravity pulls it down, stretching into a thin string that slips past the corner of my mouth. It clings to my skin before sliding lower, down my chin.
Another drop follows. Then another.
I part my lips just slightly, and one lands inside. The taste hits instantly. Rich. Little bit salty but mostly sweet. It slides along my tongue, warm and familiar. I close my lips and swallow. The droplet glides down my throat like honey, thick and unmistakable.
The sight of my husband standing over me, his soft cock gently dragging along my mouth, his hand resting on the pillow beside my head. His hair is messy. His body’s glowing in the morning light. His abs ripple slightly every time he shifts his weight. His cock...long, warm, faintly pulsing is flopped across my lips like it owns the right.
“You look hungry,” Corey teases.
“Corey...what the hell?”
He laughs. “What? You look cute. Mouth open. Like you were dreaming of tasting it.”
I try not to smile, but I’m already smiling. “This doesn’t mean you wake me up like that”
He smirks. “Doesn’t it?”
“Definitely not.”
“You sure? Because you’re doing great so far.” He grinds forward slightly, his soft cock dragging along my cheek like velvet. “Give it a kiss, baby.”
I roll my eyes, but I kiss it. Just a soft peck to the side of the shaft.
“There,” I say. “Happy now?”
He grins wider. “Well, if you’re going to get better at taking my cock, we’ll need to train that throat.”
“Oh my God.”
“I’m serious,” Corey says, dragging the head across my cheek. “You said you wanna be good for your husband, right?”
I roll my eyes. “Corey…”
“I love you,” he says softly, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “And I want you to get used to me. All of me. Especially the part you called a monster last night.”
I groan. “IT IS A MONSTER.”
“But it is your monster.”
I open my mouth, lazily, and give the tip another slow kiss.
“There's my baby,” he whispers.
My lips press softly around the head. I give it a wet, gentle suck. He’s still soft, but already twitching in my mouth. I hear him groan, low and pleased, and that noise alone makes my dick start to throb against the mattress.
I lean in, kissing lower, pressing a few slow kisses along his shaft.
“You’re so good at this already,” Corey says, his hand stroking my hair. “Slow and sexy. Just like I like it.”
I hum around him, lazily bobbing my head once, twice, letting my lips slide along the shaft with a teasing pressure. I’m not rushing. Not trying to make him cum.
Just… worshiping him a little. Letting him feel how much I love this. How much I love him.
His hand cups the back of my head just to slowly guide me towards his massive cock.
The morning is quiet. The sheets warm. His skin smells like sleep and sun and something uniquely his. It’s easy to stay like this. Easy to make love to him with my mouth in the slowest, most affectionate way I know how.
I take him in deeper. Let him rest on my tongue. Feel him swell. And then I pop off, grinning up at him. “This doesn’t mean you get a blowjob every morning,” I tease, wiping my lips with the back of my hand.
Corey laughs, full and warm, and runs his thumb over my cheek. “Oh baby, give it a week and I won’t even have to ask. You’re gonna wake up on your own, roll over, and take care of it before I’m even fully conscious.”
He leans down, kisses the corner of my mouth. “Not because you have to,” he adds, softer now. “Because you want to. Because you love the way I taste. Because you love starting your day with me inside you. That’s what I want.”
I melt a little.
He knows exactly how to say things that turn me on and make me feel loved all at once. It is ridiculous. Unfair, even.
I glance up at him. “You always wake up this horny?”
He chuckles, eyes twinkling. “Baby, I spent three years waking up next to you with a hard-on and not acting on it. You know how many times I woke up to the sight of you curled up in a little ball, your big jiggly ass sticking out from under the sheets?”
“Oh my God.”
He finally steps back, scratching his chest absently. “And I couldn’t even touch it,” he goes on dramatically, walking toward the dresser. His bare back flexes with each step...wide shoulders, narrow waist, strong glutes. “I’d roll out of bed with my dick hard as a rock and go jack off in the shower while you made coffee like some innocent little lawyer.”
“Okay,” I laugh, sitting up. “You can stop making me feel guilty for having a fat ass.”
He opens a drawer and tosses me a wink over his shoulder. “I’m not complaining.
I’m celebrating. Now it’s mine.”
My eyes drop automatically towards Corey’s perfect muscle butt. It’s fucking.. perfect. Like it was carved. Not too bulky, not too tight. Just round, firm, muscled.
His cheeks rise and fall like smooth hills under his skin, and even in the morning light, they look kissable.
I sigh to myself.
How did I land this man?
He glances back. “You watching me?”
“Shamelessly,” I admit.
“You like my butt?”
“You might actually have a better ass than me,” I mumble.
He laughs and turns, holding a small black box in his hands, tied with a red ribbon.
“You really think so?”
“Yours is all muscle.”
He walks over, leans in, and kisses me. “Yours is heaven.”
I flush. “It’s just fat.”
“It’s perfect,” he says. “Fat and jiggly and sweet and all mine.” He slaps it lightly.
“Now, here, my beautiful husband. I’ve got a surprise for you.”
I sit up as he settles beside me on the bed, placing the box in my lap.
“What is it?”
He grins. “Something to help you get used to me.”
I start undoing the ribbon, and he continues talking.
“Last night.. I know it hurt. You were so brave. And you took it like a champ. But I could hear it, baby. I could feel it. Your little hole’s not used to big cocks. Especially not one like mine.”
I open the box. Inside is a sleek black butt plug. Small. Silky. Gleaming slightly in the morning light.
“Corey…” I breathe.
His hands slide around to cup my bare ass. “This sweet, untouched hole’s been spoiled now. And I want to take care of it.”
I feel his finger press lightly against my rim, just teasing.
“You’re still open,” he says softly. “Still tender. So today... I want you to wear this.
Just for a few hours around the resort. So you stay stretched. So you get used to the feeling.”
“I’m not sure I can walk around plugged,” I say, half-laughing.
“You’ll be fine. I promise. You’ve got that tight little hole, but this one’s smooth.
Easy. And it’ll help you take my cock better tonight.”
I blush. “Tonight?”
“You think I’m only gonna fuck you once on our honeymoon?” His finger slides inside me...slow, gentle, coaxing.
I gasp, hips twitching.
“You’re so sensitive,” he murmurs. “Still wet from last night.”
He lifts the plug and offers it to me. “Kiss it first.”
I look at him, stunned. “You’re serious?”
“Deadly.”
I roll my eyes, but take the plug, press a shy kiss and take the tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. It tastes like silicone, cold and clean.
“Good boy,” Corey whispers.
Once it’s coated with my saliva, he places one hand on my lower back, pushes me gently forward, and brings the plug down. “Breathe, baby,” he says softly. “Let me in.”
He spreads my cheeks, kisses each one, then presses the slick toy to my entrance.
“You ready?”
I nod into the pillow.
“Deep breath Liam.”
The toy slides in slowly, and I wince slightly, then groan. My body clenches, but Corey strokes my lower back gently, whispering calming words. His lips press to my ass once it’s fully inside.
“There,” he says softly. “You’re all plugged up, baby.”
Then he stands, picks up a pair of swim trunks, and starts to slide them up my thighs. The plug presses deeper. I gasp. “You’re so full,” he says, proud. “I love it.”
He helps me up and pulls my swim trunks over my hips, then gives my ass a playful smack. “Now you’ve got a secret, and I’m the only one who knows.”
I turn and look at him. “You’re crazy.”
“Come on, baby,” he says. “Let’s hit the buffet. Gotta keep you fed. We’ve got a long, hard day ahead.”
I groan. “Don’t say hard.”
He smirks. “Too late.”
I sigh, my ass already starting to ache but my heart is full.
Corey loves me. He waited for me. And now, even when he’s teasing me or
stretching me open, he’s doing it with love.
This is what it means to be his.
This is what it means to be a husband.
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