Tara
He undresses me slowly and lavishes my body with attention. I moan under his kiss as his lips find my neck, my throat, my breasts. He licks my tears from my face and growls at the taste of them like he can’t get enough. He kisses down my chest, going so slow it drives me crazy, my back arching, my lips parted and panting, until he reaches my inner thigh, my belly button, my arms and calves. He strips me bare and pins me to the bed as I help him shuffle out of his jeans and his shirt.
“I should’ve done this a long time ago,” he whispers as his fingers tease around my stiff nipples. He continually touches me, like his hands are attached to my skin by invisible threads. My back arches in response. He’s playing me, tuning my body to his touch. “I should’ve come home a long time ago, before my father was gone.”
“Just so that you could sleep with the gardener?” I smile at him, but he doesn’t smile back. He shoves me down roughly and pins my hands above my head. There’s always that rage and passion simmering beneath everything he does.
“Goddamn right,” he says, biting my nipples and I moan as I grind my hips against his cock. He’s rock hard, fighting to break free from his thin boxer briefs, but he moves down my body, kissing me, licking me like he’s trying to taste every inch of my naked flesh, nibbling my soft, sensitive skin, leaving his mark. He spreads my legs and I curl my fingers into the sheets as his tongue rolls around my pussy, going so slow, like he’s luxuriating in my pleasure.
“You’re everything I look forward to now,” he whispers and licks me again top to bottom. “Fuck, girl, when I’m not here all I can do is think about making you moan.”
I groan and squirm and pull his hair with one hand. He grunts in return and slides his fingers inside of me, curling them to hit my G-spot, and bliss bursts into my body like a thunderclap.
I gasp, half laughing and half moaning, my brain so broken it can’t form a coherent response.
He grins, though, and keeps going, driving me fucking wild.
“I should’ve spent the last seven years worshiping you,” he says as he fucks me with his fingers and pulls my hair. “You deserved me down on my knees praying to your dripping wet cunt every single night, but now I’m here, Tara, and now you’re my wife. I don’t plan on letting you out of my bed unscathed.”
“Good,” I say as he licks my clit and sucks it hard. “I want to feel your handprints on my ass. I want to see your bite marks in the mirror when I wake up in the morning. I want you to make my lips swell. I want to taste you on my tongue and feel you aching between my legs, and I want to notice your absence when you’re gone. I want you to hurt me and fuck me and make me come, Kellen. I want to feel alive with you.”
He bites my lip and I taste my pussy on his tongue as his fingers do their dirty work. I buck my hips and I can’t hold back any longer. I orgasm on his hand in a torrent of moans as he kisses me through it and keeps on going, driving me wild. My head’s buzzing and my ears are ringing by the time I collapse back onto the mattress, but he’s not done with me, not even close.
There’s no break. He’s on me again, licking me slow, and I wiggle my hips in response. I gasp as the orgasm sends tingling aftereffects all along my skin, down my nerves to my fingertips and back again, like the ghost of his touch. He keeps going, tonguing me in slow circles, before he comes up again.
I pull off his shirt. I want him as naked as I am. His cock twitches under my palms and he lets me push him back onto the bed. I straddle him, grinding myself down along his shaft, his tip so dangerously close to slipping inside my soaking wet pussy. It’d be so easy to move my hips, just so, and let him fill me to the brim—
But instead, I move back, and take him into my mouth. He watches with a groan as I suck him deep into my throat. His hand grips my hair and his eyes are a fiery beacon.
“I can’t hide from you, Tara,” he groans as I roll my tongue around his tip. “I want to hide but I can’t, every time I do, you manage to pull me back again. Fuck, girl, with that mouth and that tongue, I’ll give you anything you want so long as you keep doing that to me.”
I laugh and he drags me up to meet his mouth, kissing me, and he rolls me onto my back, pinning me there. My legs are spread and his cock presses against my dripping entrance, and I’m quivering with lust and desire and yes, with fear, I’m afraid of him right now, terrified of having a man inside of me for the first time.
But it’s a silly fear. It’s a childish fear. And I’m not a child anymore. I can leave all that fear behind. I’ve grown past it and worked hard to become the person I am today, and even though I’m still cracked and chipped and worn, even though I’m not whole yet, I’m still here and I’m still myself.
I’m with Kellen and when I’m in his arms, I can let myself be who I am and nothing else.
No horrors from the past, no ghosts or hauntings. Only him and me, our bodies, our pleasure. Only right here and now.
“Please, Kellen,” I whisper, touching his cheek with one palm. “I want it.”
“You want me to fuck you?”
“I need it. I’m ready. God, I think I’ve been ready for you for a long time.”
His eyes flash and I feel him against my pussy. He’s so big, so thick, I don’t know how he can possibly fit, but Kellen kisses me and rubs himself along my slick folds before adjusting slightly—
And drives himself slowly inside.
I gasp and arch my back, and fuck, oh my god, it hurts and it feels amazing, this insane and impossible sensation of being filled and taken mingled with an intense bliss that I never once imagined, and yes, there’s pain beneath it all, pain at the size of him as I acclimate to being stretched wide.
But he goes slow. At first, anyway. Slow enough that I pant along, mouth hanging open, and he whispers in my ear, “You feel like fucking heaven, Tara, so tight and wet and gorgeous. Fuck, you’re dripping down my shaft, you’re so goddamn soaked, you really did want to get fucked by me, you filthy girl. You’ve been alone in that cottage touching your soaked little cunt, dreaming of me fucking you roughly until you scream my name all these years, haven’t you? And now you’re mine, all fucking mine.”
I gasp and arch my back as he fucks me faster. He bites my shoulder and I grind my hips, each movement sending a new sharp pang of thrilling euphoria up my spine and into my brain, and this man is paradise, he’s hell and he’s heaven, he’s everything I hate and everything I need. I dig my fingers into his back and he roars with want and fucks me, god, he fucks me rough and my body’s trembling, shaking with his hard thrusts—
And I come in a cascade of twitching, uncontrolled, rapturous elation. I fall into euphoria, my brain either totally gone or completely pinned to this moment, I can’t tell and don’t care, it’s beyond anything I’ve experienced before and when I’m finished, I collapse back onto the pillows and he’s kissing me like he can’t get enough either.
“Look at you,” he whispers. “Beautiful girl. Lovely fucking girl. God, I love watching you turn pink and come like that. I love everything about you from your pretty lips and breasts down to your calves and toes. I want to ruin you, Tara, and I want to rebuild you when I’m done. I want to make you all mine and never let you go. I know this marriage is supposed to be fake, but when my cock’s buried between your legs, it feels real.”