Honeymoon Disaster

I met my husband in college, told him after dating and a lot of fun evenings kissing deeply that I made a promise to my parents to remain a virgin until I got married. So he is fine with it, tells me that he has been with other women, like two I think, just so I know about it and we keep up the non sex with just a lot of worked up kissing. So we have the ceremony and reception, off to our destination for the honeymoon and I for one am VERY ready for some way overdue sexual fun and consummate this marriage, to put it nicely. Honestly I was aching so bad soon as we were on the plane I wanted to join the mile club at the same time. He was amazing that night, must have kissed and licked every inch of my body then finally gave me an incredible orgasm. All along not even my fingers touching his penis yet off comes his shorts and my eyes go wide at the it hanging under him, he starts pressing it against me just sort of rubbing it up and down and I am gasping at the size of the head coming up over my pubic hair, to say he is hung is an understatement. He starts slowly going into me, I am on my back so not like I can back up but I am digging fingers into his arms and let out this My God you are big!! and am breathing in and out a lot, he says a great thing to me. No worries, slow and easy tonight for your first time, well we did at first then my inner slut came out and thought little miss princess needed to shut up. I am legs spread wide gripping his back and telling him to do it harder, faster, harder. My God the sounds that were filling the hotel room even amazed me at times as we did way more than just consummated our marriage. We are done, exhausted, several orgasms for him in me, swallowed and in my vagina, the bed in is a mess as the towel plan worked for like half a minute. Luckily they room had extra sheets so we remake the bed after a shower and go to sleep then the aching really started, I am laying there in a fetal position thinking he broke me and not just broke in rather damaged something. I finally get to sleep and wake up the next morning barely able to get to the bathroom without looking like I rode there on a horse all night, which coincidentally I had a horse riding me. I ask him about room service for breakfast not wanting all the possible older wives looking at me and nodding up and down, Yeah girl, been there sweetie. I was out of commission the whole day, relaxed and kept to the room out on the balcony and took some hot baths to relax. We did not make love again until like the third day and I told him we needed to wait until we got back home because I did not want to be uncomfortable for travelling. I guess with him being about six foot six I should have expected it but it sure was a shocker for me at first.