I unclasped the top and slowly opened her dress, holding her hand as she stepped out of the billowing gown. She stood in the light of the fire burning in my fire place, covered in the tiny threads of the white negligée she had put on before dressing for the events.
I stepped forward and pulled her close, tipping her chin toward me and pressing my lips hard against hers. I felt her body relax as I held her in my arms. The passion of the night swept us away in that one moment. Her breath began to pick up as I ran my hand up her side and over her perked breasts. I stood back up, pulled away from her lips, and grabbed her wrist. I led her through the great room and into my bedroom, where white rose petals had been sprinkled over the floor and across the bed. The suite had been prepared for our wedding night, and I was glad to see it reflected the same tone as the rest of the day.
Adriana’s eyes glimmered in the firelight. She reached up, pulled the pins from her hair, and let it fall, cascading over her shoulders. She sat down on the bed and pushed backward, flashing me just the edge of her white lace panties. Immediately, I could feel my cock begin to swell.
I undressed slowly, allowing the tension to build between us. Slowly, I climbed up on to the bed, crawling forward until I lingered on top of her body. I fell slightly to my side, intertwining our legs and running my hand up the cool satin of her lingerie. My mouth fell to her neck, and she tipped her head back. I tasted her skin with the tip of my tongue. My hand moved down, pulling up her satin skirt and pushing down into her panties. She was wet and hot, and I could hear her muffled moans as I ran my fingers through her wetness.
She reached her head up and pressed her mouth hard against mine. I swirled my fingers around her clit, pushing two fingers inside and pulling back out before circling them around for another round. I wanted to taste her, and I wanted her to taste me, to feel my cock pushed down her throat. But I wanted this night to be about her, so I held back the urge.
I sunk down, lifted up her skirt, and ran my tongue down her stomach. She wiggled underneath me, and I hooked my fingers in her panties and pulled them from her body, tossing them to the side. God, she was so sexy. As I lowered my head into her juicy wet mound, I reached up and kneaded her breasts, listening to her growing moans. Slowly and sensually, I lapped at her pulsing clit, feeling her body begin to tense. She reached down and pulled on my hair. I looked up at her beautiful face.
“I want to make you come,” I whispered.
She let go and fell backward, spreading her legs open even further. I grabbed her thighs and pushed them outward as my aggression increased. I rubbed my lips across her mound. Over and over again, I massaged her clit, nibbling slightly before sucking it deep and hard. Her back arched, and her moans turned to screams. I could feel her erupt in my arms, and I tasted her juices as they flowed from her body. I didn’t stop. She grabbed onto the bed, letting the orgasm wash over her body. My tongue flitted across her pussy, and I reached down to stroke my rock-hard cock, readying myself to fill her fully.
Her muscles began to relax, and I pulled my face away and began to move my body upward. I rubbed the head of my dick against her wetness, but didn’t push it in just yet. I hovered over her face. She began to grind her hips against my shaft, begging with her body for more. I pressed my mouth against hers, this time with lust and need, letting my tongue explore her taste.
I groaned as she moved her hips hard and fast. Though it was sensual, I found myself challenged to give her as many orgasms as her body could handle. I reached down and lifted my shaft upwards, laying it down between her lips and letting her rub her nub against it. She moaned in extreme pleasure. I wanted to push into her, hard and fast, but the thought of making her come from just the feeling of me against her was so arousing, I couldn’t help myself.
I lowered my hips against her and began to match her movements, feeling her wetness surrounding my shaft. I had every intention of bringing her to orgasm with the motion of my hips, but she had other ideas. She shifted her hips and reached down, grabbing my dick and shoving it inside of her.
I groaned, and my lips curled up into a mischievous smile. Her forwardness turned me on like crazy, along with her ability to take control when I was least expecting it. I grabbed her hips and turned over on my back. Adriana straddled me and pulled her negligee from her body, revealing herself to me. She began to ride me slowly.
At first, she pressed her hands against her thighs and swirled her hips wildly over me, feeling my body rub against hers. Then, showing she wasn’t ready to give in just yet, she leaned back, reached between my legs, and massaged my balls. I helped control the movement of her body with my hands.
I ran my fingers up between her breasts. They bounced around with each movement, hypnotizing me. She moaned loudly, her head back and her eyes shut. I reached forward, taking her right hand and placing her fingers on her clit. I pulled my arms behind my head and flexed my pelvis, pushing in deeper and enjoying the sight of her pleasuring herself while pressing down hard, as if she couldn’t get enough of my cock.
The sight alone was almost enough to send me over the edge, but I took in a deep breath and steadied my thoughts. Tonight was not a race to the finish. It was a slow, steady crawl. And while she rubbed her nipples and caressed her breasts, bouncing up and down on my dick, I could tell she didn’t want this to end any sooner than I did.
Under the flickering lights of the fire, our erotic shadows danced across the ceiling. I settled in, ready to take Adriana beyond any pleasure she had ever experienced.
Chapter 11: Adriana
I lowered my body down, over and over again. I could feel his cock pulsate inside of me. The sensual surroundings of our room and the unfiltered passion coming from both of us added to the buildup. I could feel myself reaching another orgasm. I ground my hips against him, feeling feverish in my attempts to have him as deep as he could go. My juices were running down his shaft, and with each clash of our bodies, the sound of our skin colliding echoed through the large, dark room.
I looked down at him, biting my lip and scanning his huge biceps as he watched me intently. His eyes were almost as dark as the night. I put my palms down on his chest and pushed down, feeling his skin massage my clit. As I pushed in deep, that orgasm I had held at bay exploded, sending pleasure through my entire body. I threw my head back and arched my back, screaming loudly. I felt him grab my hips and pound his dick into me, over and over, heightening the orgasm.
My body shook and twitched from the intense arousal, and I fell to the side, letting him pull me close against him and enter in from behind. He reached over and lifted my leg, wrapping it back around his legs as he spooned me, thrusting slowly through my intense wetness. He groaned loudly in my ear as his cock plunged into the warm river below.
Before I could even uncloud my mind from the most recent round of orgasms, I felt that familiar warmth in my stomach. Breathing heavily, I rested my head on the pillow and concentrated on feeling every inch of his shaft as it moved in and out. His smooth hand rubbed across my hip and stopped on my hand. He pushed my arm down and placed my fingers on my sobbing wet clit, but I moved back and grabbed the base of his cock, feeling it slide through my hands as he pulled it out and plunged it back into me. He growled at the extra sensation, and I immediately pulled my fingers up and began rubbing fast and hard against my clit. I wanted another orgasm, and I wanted it bad.
As soon as he felt my hand tighten and my fingers move savagely over my nub, he too began to feel the need to increase his movements. What began as a sensual turning and twisting of bodies quickly became a race to orgasm. His hands clamped down on my hips as he thrust, and I could feel his teeth pressed gently into my shoulder.
“I want to feel you come,” I screamed out. “I want it so bad.”
“Yeah, Adriana, come with me, baby,” he growled loudly.
I bit my lip as we moved and pushed our bodies further than I had ever experienced. His cock reached its hardest position and began to pulsate. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I screamed out, grabbing the sheets and thrusting my ass backward.
I let the orgasm wash over me, and I could hear him groan loudly and press one last time, hard and deep, before releasing. His body tensed behind me, and his hands dug into my hips. We sat perched at the height of ecstasy for several moments, before crashing into each other, a pile of lust in the center of his huge, soft bed. All I could think was, wow.
He curled his body around mine and pulled the covers over top of us. I could no longer pretend to be awake and full of energy. I slipped into a deep sleep, feeling the comfort of my new husband’s arms wrapped around me. Although I was always aware that this marriage was a sham, at that moment, there was a part of me that let it feel real, even if it was just for a moment.
Several hours later, when my eyes opened and adjusted, I realized that was exactly what it was, just a moment. I reached along the soft sheets but found that Milos was gone. I was alone in his unfamiliar chambers.
I laid there for several moments, staring at the shadows dancing across the walls from the fireplace. There was an uncomfortable unfamiliarity about my surroundings. So I pulled myself from the bed and grabbed a robe from the side table. I wrapped the soft, warm cloth around my body and tied the straps tightly around my waist before slipping from the room and out into his sitting area.
The castle was cold at night, and I blushed as I opened the main doors, finding my servants waiting outside in the hall. They said nothing, just bowed deeply to me and walked quietly in front, showing me back to my wing of the palace. It was uncomfortable knowing they had seen Milos leave his bride on their wedding night, but it was even more uncomfortable that I knew deep down it was all a game.