In spite of her fears and hesitations, she had that hot moist feeling between her thighs, a feeling that had become very familiar to her since meeting Larry Evans. Not many men had had that effect on her before, but it seemed she was turned on all the time she was around Larry. At times it had been difficult to save her cherry for the wedding night, because Larry had come on to her so strongly and had excited her so much.

But she'd held out, and now it was time to fuck. Palms sweating, heart knocking, Lisa opened the bathroom door and stepped into the bedroom. She blushed harder then ever when she saw that her new husband wasn't wearing a thing. He was lying in bed with the covers down to his waist, and Lisa couldn't help ogling his broad hairy chest. He was grinning broadly as she walked to the bed. She noticed that the covers were sharply tented at his crotch.

She swallowed hard. "Sorry to take so long," she said.

"You're worth waiting for," Larry answered, looking her over hungrily. "I've been looking forward to this moment for weeks now."

Weeks? Was that how long they'd known each other? It seemed like minutes to the frightened virgin bride. One moment she'd been a secretary in a Bay Area resort supply company, and then this devastatingly handsome guy had walked in, married her, and swept her off to the remote Sierra resort which he owned and lived in. It had been a whirlwind courtship, all right.

Lisa lifted the covers and slipped into bed, and Larry made a grab for her. He pulled her into a hot embrace and gave her one of those long steamy tongue-kisses that just drove her wild. But this one was a little different – because this time he was naked. His bare body was pressing against her, full length, and she could feel his steel-hard cock against her belly.