The best sex of your life

After the long reception full of uncharacteristically lingering looks by Jane, you sent the last well wishers off. The two of you find your way to the honeymoon suite where a congratulatory bottle of champagne waiting for you. You start to look for glasses to pour you both a flute but Jane doesn't have the patience for that. She grabs your arm.

"I need you now"

She's never been so insistent before, hardly ever even initiating the act itself. You can see desperation in her eyes. You weren't sure how much of it was the emotional roller coaster that a wedding can be and how much was the ring, but you know the ring was a big portion. You weren't complaining and wordlessly start removing your tux and shoes while she walks into the bedroom. By the time you follow her in she's removed her dress and stripped down to a wonderful set of lingerie.

"I love you"

She whispers with a coy smile.

"I love you too"

You're still pulling off your pants when she drops to her knees and crawls towards you, holding your hem while you pull your leg out. She pulls down your underwear revealing your average sized and fully erect cock. She rubs her face along the length taking in the musk. She had rewarded you with blowjobs in the past, but this was something different, she might have been more into this than you were and that was saying a lot.

She looked you in your eyes as she held the head of your cock pressed to her still red lips. Her own hand finding its way into her panties.

"You're so hot Mrs. Shearer"

She really like being called by her new name and this spurred her on to take your length into her mouth. You feel engulfed by her warmth, as if you were dissolving into her cheeks. Her blowjobs before, as much as you enjoyed them anyways, were mechanical affairs. She had liked making you feel good but clearly didn't enjoy the activity beyond that. Now she was sloppily bobbing up in down, focused and openly getting off.