Immediately, I throw my arms around his shoulders and tackle my comeback dominant husband with as more high-level force and this probably more.
"My hubby. I'm yours." I pant between hard lashes of his tongue.
"My little wifey. You don't have to reassure me because I've known it for a long long time ago," His hand feels up my leg and cups me harshly, triggering hot wetness to invade me and an exciting thud to attack my core.
His finger slips past into my lace.
"You're ready," he purrs into my mouth.
"Mhmmn" I hums and my muscles grip his finger as he enters me.
"Hubby," I call in low tone.
He then let go our mouths and withdraws his finger before re-entering with two. He pushes in hard and high. Then my head falls back against the wall, my mouth gaped, my eyes closed.
"Babe, are you ready?" His voice is carnal and a massive surprise asking me and given me his delicate touch to me for the recent few weeks before the wedding.
