My Dear Wife Luci - Part 2 Vows and the First Night as Husband and Wife

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The next two years with Luci felt like living inside the best kind of dream.
After that rainy night in my apartment, we became inseparable. She practically moved in within a month. Mornings were slow kisses and coffee in bed. Evenings were tangled bodies and whispered conversations that lasted until sunrise. She saw every side of me - the ambitious architect who worked too late, the guy who burned toast when he tried to surprise her with breakfast, the man who got stupidly protective when other guys looked at her too long.
And I saw every side of her too. Her softness. Her fire. The way she could be shy and bold in the same breath. The way she moaned my name when I was deep inside her. The way she looked at me like I was her whole world.
I knew I was going to marry her after only six months. But I waited until the night we were lying naked on the balcony of our new apartment under the stars. She was curled against my chest, my cum still slowly leaking out of her, when I asked her to be my wife.
Luci didn’t even hesitate. She kissed me so hard I could barely breathe and whispered “Yes” against my lips like it was the easiest answer she’d ever given.
The wedding was beautiful, intimate, and perfect - just like her.
We got married on a warm spring evening in a small vineyard outside the city. Only close family and friends. Luci wore a simple but breathtaking white lace gown that hugged her body and flared out softly at the hips. When she walked down the aisle toward me, her green eyes locked on mine, I felt my throat tighten. She looked like an angel. My angel.
I barely heard the vows. All I could focus on was the way her hands trembled slightly in mine as she promised to love me, to stand by me, to be mine in every way. When the officiant said “You may kiss your bride,” I pulled her close and kissed her like the world was ending. The guests cheered, but all I could think about was how tonight she would finally be my wife in every possible sense.
The reception was full of laughter, dancing, and stolen moments. Every time I looked at her across the room, she was already watching me with that secret little smile that always made my cock twitch. Toward the end of the night, I caught her alone near the bar. I stepped behind her, pressed my body against her back, and whispered hotly in her ear:
“I can’t wait to get you out of this dress, Mrs. Luciana.”
She shivered visibly and pressed her ass back against me, feeling how hard I already was.
“Take me home, husband,” she breathed.
We left earlier than expected. The drive to the honeymoon suite at the luxury resort we’d booked was pure torture. Her hand kept drifting over to my thigh, teasingly close to my cock but never quite touching it. I was throbbing by the time we reached the hotel.
The moment the door to our suite closed behind us, the air changed.
I locked the door and turned to face her. Luci stood there in her wedding dress, cheeks flushed, breathing a little faster. The room was dimly lit with soft golden lamps and candles we’d requested in advance. Rose petals covered the huge king-sized bed. A bottle of champagne waited in ice.
But I didn’t reach for the champagne.
I walked slowly toward her like a predator, drinking in the sight of my wife. My wife.
“Come here, baby,” I said, my voice low and rough with need.
She stepped into my arms without hesitation. I cupped her face and kissed her deeply, pouring every ounce of love and hunger into it. My hands roamed down her back, feeling the delicate lace and the warmth of her skin beneath. I found the hidden zipper at the side of her gown and slowly pulled it down.
The dress slid off her shoulders and pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but white lace lingerie - a delicate bra that barely contained her full breasts, matching panties, and a garter belt with sheer white stockings. She looked sinful and innocent at the same time.
“Fuck… Luci,” I groaned, stepping back to admire her. “You’re going to kill me tonight.”
She smiled shyly but there was heat in her eyes. “I want you to remember this night forever, Max.”
I pulled her close again, kissing her neck while my hands explored her body. I unclasped her bra and let her heavy breasts spill free. Her nipples were already tight and begging for attention. I bent down and took one into my mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, flicking my tongue over the sensitive peak until she was moaning and gripping my hair.
While I worshipped her tits, my hands slid lower, pushing her panties down her thighs. She was soaking wet already - her pussy lips swollen and glistening. I ran two fingers through her folds and brought them up to show her.
“Look how wet my wife is for me,” I murmured against her breast.
Luci whimpered, her hips rolling instinctively toward my hand.
I laid her down on the bed carefully, right in the middle of the rose petals. I took my time undressing while she watched, her eyes dark with lust as I revealed my body to her. When I finally freed my cock, thick and painfully hard, she licked her lips unconsciously.
I crawled over her, kissing every inch of skin I could reach. I spread her thighs wide and settled between them, rubbing the thick head of my cock up and down her dripping slit, teasing her clit until she was squirming and begging.
“Max… please… I need you inside me.”
I pushed in slowly, savoring every inch as her tight, married pussy stretched around me. She was even wetter and hotter than usual tonight. When I bottomed out, we both moaned loudly. I stayed buried deep inside her for a long moment, just feeling her pulse around me.
“You’re mine now,” I whispered against her lips. “Completely mine.”
“I’m yours,” she breathed. “Only yours… always.”
I started fucking her with long, deep, sensual strokes. Not rushed. Not frantic. Romantic. Possessive. Every thrust was deliberate, claiming her as my wife. Luci wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, her nails digging into my shoulders.
The sounds she made were addictive - soft gasps turning into desperate moans every time I ground against her clit. I kissed her mouth, her neck, her breasts, whispering how much I loved her, how perfect she felt, how I was going to spend the rest of my life fucking her just like this.
At one point I flipped us so she was on top. Luci rode me beautifully, her hips rolling in slow, sensual circles, then bouncing faster as her pleasure built. Her tits swayed hypnotically above me. I gripped her waist tightly, guiding her movements, occasionally spanking her ass lightly - just hard enough to make her gasp and clench around me.
That little spark of something sharper made her eyes flutter. She liked it. I filed that away for later.
“Harder, Max…” she moaned, losing herself.
I sat up, wrapping my arms around her, and fucked her from below with more force, driving my cock deep with every thrust. One of my hands slid up her back and gripped the back of her neck possessively. Not choking - just holding. Controlling the rhythm. She whimpered beautifully at the firm grip.
When I felt her start to tighten around me, I growled against her ear:
“Cum for your husband, Luci. Cum all over my cock like a good girl.”
The words pushed her over the edge. Luci cried out, her whole body shaking as her orgasm crashed through her. Her pussy spasmed hard around my cock, milking me rhythmically. I couldn’t hold back anymore.
With a deep groan, I buried myself to the hilt and came hard, flooding her married pussy with thick, hot spurts of cum. We held each other tightly through every pulse, kissing messily, breathing each other’s air.
Afterward, we stayed connected, my softening cock still inside her as we caught our breath. I stroked her hair, her back, her flushed cheeks. She looked up at me with glassy, satisfied eyes and the sweetest smile I’d ever seen.
“I love being your wife,” she whispered.
I kissed her forehead, already feeling the first hints of darker, deeper desires stirring inside me. The way she had reacted to my hand on her neck… the way she moaned when I spanked her ass… the way her body melted when I called her “good girl.”
There was so much more I wanted to explore with her. So much more I wanted to take from her. To give her.
But tonight wasn’t the night for that.
Tonight was soft. Romantic. Beautiful.
Still, as I held my wife in my arms, feeling my cum slowly leaking out of her well-fucked pussy, I couldn’t help but smile into the darkness.
This was only the beginning.