He carried his wife to their room upstairs and placed her on the bed to undress her without stopping his kisses. Since she removed some of her clothing earlier, it didn't take long for Stefan to undress her. Her clothes were scattered on the floor while Stefan was still full of his garments.

  "Take off…take off your clothes, too." Cayenne muttered while catching her breath after Stefan pulled away from her.

  "Why don't you take it off for me?" Stefan pulled her up and placed her hand on the button of his shirt. "You can start it from here."

  Cayenne bit her lower lip and with trembling hands, she unbuttoned her husband's shirt. It was the first time that she's unbuttoning his shirt for him. After finally removing his shirt, Stefan teased her a little more. "My pants?"

  "Can you do it yourself?" Cayenne asked with a bashful expression. She'd seen that monster underneath his pants before but she never thought she'd free it herself tonight.

  "What's there to be embarrassed? You've seen my body several times already."

  "It still feels different when I'm the one doing it for you."

  "Come on, honey. It's about to burst." Stefan took hold of her hand and placed it on the bulging seams of his pants. "See? It wants you."

  'Whatever. He's my husband so this is natural.' Cayenne chanted mentally while preparing to remove his pants for him. She slowly unzipped his pants and took it off from him. While trembling, she also removed his boxer and underwear. His manhood sprang in front of her and it was really big.

  Now that she saw it up close, she couldn't stop herself from gulping her own saliva. "No wonder it hurts a lot." Cayenne commented and rolled her eyes at him. "You better be gentle tonight or I won't ever let you do it again."

  "I'll do my best honey." Stefan pushed her on the bed and hovered over her. He kissed her eyes, her nose and her lips. His tongue slipped inside her mouth and caressed her palates and gums, sending tingling sensation from her spinal cord down to her toes.

  Cayenne responded eagerly to his kisses. She's getting better at it as well after several times of doing it with Stefan. "I just can't get enough of you." Stefan whispered and kissed her once more. "Does it feel good?"

  "I don't know. It's ticklish." Cayenne responded in a daze. She likes the feeling of their tongue twisting together and the way he touched her body, it amplifies her pleasure.

  Stefan caressed one of her chests while he was licking the other.

  "Ahh……mm……Stefan…that's enough. It's too much." Cayenne tried stopping him but Stefan held her hands over her head with his other hand. His tongue lapping her areolae while his fingers caressed and pressed her other nipple. The sensation it brought her was assaulting her mind and body.

  "This is not enough, sweetheart." Stefan printed a kiss on her chest before moving his kisses downward. "I'll make you feel even better." Stefan spread her legs apart and he used his tongue to assault her core.

  "Nngg……Stef…an…ahh…wait…ahh……" She couldn't form the words that she wanted to tell her husband. It seemed like she lost all her knowledge at all. Her was just focusing on what she was feeling right now. She arched her body and wiggled her way to stop him but Stefan held her waist to prevent her from getting away from her.

  The way he licked her love button, Cayenne thought she'd die from overwhelming pleasure. She felt something coming out of her and she wanted to go to the bathroom but she couldn't even say the words. Whatever it was that came out of her, Stefan sucked them which added to the pleasure. He licked her, kissed her, stroke her, and sucked her. It was as if a hungry beast finally found its food and wanted to savor it.

  Cayenne was gasping for air when Stefan finally stopped. There were tears clinging on her lashes – tears of pleasure. Her chest was moving up and down while she was catching her breath.

  "Ayen, how do you feel?" Stefan whispered to her ears and licked her earlobe.

  "Stop. Honey, please s-stop…for a while. Let me…Let me catch my breath." Cayenne replied with stammering voice. She was still trembling from the pleasure that Stefan brought her and her husband didn't even feel tired from what he did. "I feel dizzy. I think I'm going crazy."

  "Then, shall we go crazy together?" Stefan retorted with faint traces of chuckles in her voice.? "I'm going to burst, my love. Can I put it in?"

  Cayenne turned her head to look at him and kissed his face. "Just do it slow. I have to get used to it first."

  "Okay." Stefan positioned himself on top of his wife, kissing her while stroking his manhood over her love button. The tip of his shaft was already slippery and Cayenne was wet enough for him to slid inside her. With one thrust, he was inside his wife. "Not enough." He thrusted himself until Cayenne took all of him, down to the hilt. "Mm…my wife, you're so hot inside."

  Cayenne wanted to reply but she was busy biting her finger to stop her voice from being heard. He didn't want him to know that it was very painful. 'I thought it would only hurt the first time, why is it still hurting?! Damn it!' She mentally cursed but externally, she was just expressionless.

  "Shall we stop this? I think you're still in pain." Stefan mumbled while watching her. Her expressionless face was enough to tell him that she was feeling the pain again, like the first time she took him.

  "Just move slowly." Cayenne told him. "I'm your wife. This is part of my obligations to you. It wouldn't be good if you look for someone else to relieve yourself, right?"

  "I have my hands and a shower if needed. There's no need to look for women." He pulled himself slowly from her and pushed it inside as well. "My love, nngghh…I think this will kill me. Hmm."

  "Endure it babe. I'll let you have your way once I'm used to your size."

  They continued their activity at night without anyone interfering them. Cayenne stopped biting her finger and her moans echoed inside of their room – this what Stefan loved so much. The sound of her voice while calling his name was an additional pleasure to him.

  Watching them from outside the window, the moon and stars covered their eyes, embarrassed of what they witnessed that night.