"V." She gasps breathlessly as I gently lay her on our bed. "We-we can't." She repeats once again, I'm fully aware that she has not been cleared for sex yet, it has only been 5 or so weeks since her surgery. But, the thing is, I don't care. My wife is not passing her wedding night without gasps of pleasure- that I will be sure of.

"My heart, as I already told you, there are other things we can do."

I sit at the foot of the bed, and just take in my beautiful bride, her dark hair spread around her head like a halo, her chest heaving in anticipation and her lips parted in expectation.

Grabbing her ankle in one hand, I lift her leg up to my lips, then, with light fingers, I undo her shoe. I let the shoe fall and begin kissing from her ankle up her calf. Delicately, I place it back on the bed and repeat the action on the other side. At one point my beard tickles her foot causing her to giggle and squirm.

"Is this ok?" I check with her as I grab the hem of her skirt. She nods and reaches down to lift it up herself.

"Bit eager are we baby?" I tease as my hands caress her legs, rising higher with every passing second. She lets out a low groan as the anticipation of where I'm heading gets too much for her. The skirt is now bunched up against her waist, her white lacy panties on display for me to take in, a small wet spot is situated in the centre which sends a bolt of desire down my body.

Crouching down, I carefully position my body between her legs and kiss up her inner thigh lightly, Astrid throws her head back and whimpers in pleasure.

"Baby please..." She pleads, the sounds of her begging for me go straight to my cock which is straining to escape. Her begging sates my more primal desires, I like her at my mercy.

My fingertips trace the outline of the lace and her hips buck against the contact. With a firm hand I hold her hips down before continuing my teasing. Finally, I reach the waistband of the panties and let my fingers dip beneath the fabric, as I start to pull them down, I lift my head back to look up at Astrid.

Our eyes meet as she is staring down at me, biting her lip nervously.

"Is this still ok baby? You tell me if it's not."

She gasps as my fingers continue to descend towards her core. "I-it's ok."

After her verbal confirmation, I rip the panties from her body and throw the tattered lace over my shoulder. "V! Those were expensive."

I don't even bother to reply, so entranced by her beautiful body am I that word formation has left my brain. Astrid looks down at me again, her face edged with worry and self conscious lust. In many I can understand her fear, no one has seen her in such a vulnerable, intimate way, her body has been stolen and used so she's never felt empowered in her bareness, and she's carried two children. All in all, her fears have been caused by a patriarchal society that can't value natural beauty in all its splendour. I intend to change her fears. Show her every inch of her body is perfect.

Dipping down, I gently kiss both sides of her inner thighs before placing a kiss directly on her trembling core. Such a brief action causes a huge reaction for Astrid, once again her hips buck up against my planted hands.

"Baby, if you want this, you're going to need to learn to hold still."

My voice is teasing and low, akin to that of a feral growl. As I speak, my index finger dips between her and traces from her entrance before hovering over her clit. Her face is screwed up as she desperately tries to hold still against my attentions.

Finally, I've reached my limit with teasing her delightfully pure body. It's Astrid's turn to find pleasure. I no longer hold back as I bury my face between her thighs, I lift her legs over my shoulders to make room for me. Her head is thrown back against the pillows in a silent moan as I begin to give her clit the attention it's been burning for.

I suck and kiss and flick with my tongue before stopping my motions and exploring her sweet entrance. This rhythm I have found works wonders for Astrid and within moments I can feel her clenching her legs against my shoulder as she lets out a resonating moan.

Right before she finds completion, I pull back and climb up her body. She whimpers in frustration at what I stole from her.

"Soon baby." I chuckle against her lips before I kiss her. Letting my tongue sweep into her mouth like it had done between her legs seconds before. As if realising this, Astrid moans and rubs her hips against my growing erection, desperately chasing her release. My eyes darken with mirth and mischief as she whimpers, pleading with me.

Grinning, I pull away from the kiss once again and descend down her body once again.

I find the rhythm that makes her writhe in pleasure once again, and as she finally edges her orgasm, I don't stop. Instead I bite down gently on her clit. That does it for Astrid. She bows upwards from the bed in a silent scream as her juices fill my mouth. I continue to pleasure her as she rides out the waves, but, unlike before, my movements are gentle and soothing. Calming her throbbing clit and body.

When it's finally over, she drops back on the bed, utterly spent and sated. I stand and go into the bathroom. I wet a cloth with cool water and return to the bed. I gently clean between her legs before tossing the cloth back into the bath. I help her stand from the bed, her legs shake and buckle slightly. I kiss her once again.

"Sorry baby," I breathe, "I had every intention of stripping you down and kissing every inch of you. But you were too tempting."

She blushes and buries her face in my chest, I pull her from her hiding spot by the shoulders and look deep into her stormy eyes. As soon as her breathing has slowed once again, I attack the soft skin of her neck.

"Don't think you've missed out on that intention, baby." I all but groan into her neck before snarling playfully against her skin. Causing Astrid to release a squeal of laughter. The laughter stops as I pick her up and toss her down onto the bed, still as gentle with her as always.

She props herself up on her elbows and lets out another cackle of surprised laughter as I pull her closer to me by her ankles.

Gripping her hips in my hands, I flip her over onto her stomach. A squeak of indignation escapes her as I straddle her back, careful not to put any weight onto her. My fingers find the strands of the dress that hold it together, I pull at them enjoying the slow reveal of her back that it gives me.

Once they are all loose, I ease the dress from her body, she is now entirely bare and exposed beneath me. I run my hands over the curves and dips of her body, tracing her spine until she arches into the touch. I can feel her trying to twist under me. I lift up and off her, standing by the bed I pull of my shirt and trousers so I'm merely in my boxers. Astrid watches me undress like I'm her private entertainer, her arms are covering her body as much as she can.

Her eyes follow me as I lay beside her, looking down at her as I'm propped up on my elbow. Before I can lean down to kiss her, she leans up to reach my lips. Eagerly I return the kiss, but am rather surprised when I feel her hand splay out on my bare chest and push me down onto the bed. Now I feel totally powerless to her ministrations.

She sits up onto her knees and looks down at me. "Baby-" I reach for her, wanting to hold her body against mine, but my voice is cut off into a groan as her hand reaches down and grips me.

I look up at Astrid with wild eyes, and the damn woman giggles at me. I thought I had an innocent wife that I could corrupt, as it seems, I've married an insatiable succubus.

Her hand begins to move up and down, pumping along my length. My hands are fisted tight into the sheets, I'm convinced if she continues teasing me I'm going to rip them.

"Baby please..." I groan out.

She shoots me with a look that could melt butter as she retorts the teasing phrases I used on her.

"Bit eager are we baby?" She teases me and I groan in frustration and throw my head back against the mattress.

Then all the confidence leaves her body as she tentatively asks me "am I doing it right?"

"You're doing so well baby, just a- a little tighter."

She follows my instructions and I shut my eyes, letting the pleasure wash through me. Then my eyes fly open as I feel rosebud lips cover the crown of me, I freeze and grip the sheets even tighter, letting her explore her comfort zone and my body.

"Fuucck." I groan out as she begins to take me into her mouth, just when I think she can't possibly take any more of me, she bobs her head further down, deep throating me before swiftly returning to the tip. I am in too much shock and pleasure to even groan, I'm deathly silent.

I know I'm close after just a few more seconds of Astrid sucking me off, she licks around the tip and I cry out as I try to hold back.

"A-Astrid baby. I'm close."

She flicks her eyes up to meet mine as she opens her throat wide for me. I hit the back of her throat and at the sight of her eyes staring at mine as she tongues me, I come with a roar.

She flops down beside me after a moment and pants frantically against my chest. I tip her chin up to look at me before finding her lips in another loving kiss. I lift her up from the bed and pull the duvet over the both of us. I can feel just how spent she is as her body collapses against mine.

Just before we drift off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms, Astrid wakes herself up with a gasp.

"Vidar! What are we doing? The babies."

Chuckling at her sweetness, I pull her body closer to mine, tightening my arms around her middle.

"With my parents, baby." I whisper in her ear. She sighs happily in agreement and within seconds her breathing slows as she drifts off to sleep.

I stare down at my wife. My beautiful, perfect wife in awe before I feel the tendrils of sleep tickling against me.