She could hardly breathe, so different was this experience from her first with him. His thick length filled her; the heat of him was intoxicating. She squirmed beneath him as he adjusted his angle over her body, and when he began to move, leaning over her, she gasped from the feelings. With every easy, teasing stroke, hot, tingling sensations assailed her. There wasn’t anywhere on her body that didn’t feel him, for he was in her, a part of her, and she of him.
When he grinned, the gesture held such innocence and cocksure confidence, that she lost a tiny piece of her heart to him.
It was all new and oh-so-amazing. Sarah looped her arms around his shoulders, held him close to her by tightening her crossed ankles at the small of his back, and closed her eyes to fully immerse herself in the wonder of him. He thrust into her body, slowly at first, rocking them both in a rhythm as old as time. As he drove deeper, his strokes grew faster, more frantic, and her breath caught. Need coiled tight in her lower belly. Desire hummed through her blood, heated her skin until she writhed, chasing something that eluded her.
Why wouldn’t this terrible, exquisite pressure break?
“I can’t… I don’t know how…”
“Shh.” He kissed her forehead and slowed the movement of his hips. As he delved a hand between their bodies and he found that swollen, all-important bud at the center of her pleasure, a cry of surprise escaped her throat.
“What are you…?” He’d not touched her there on their wedding night, but oh, it was such bliss! The faster he worried his finger over that button, the more she tumbled into a dizzying spiral of colorful bliss. How did one survive this? He added more friction; her hold on control fractured, then finally split wide open, and she fell… down, down, down into heated pleasure that caught her up in its storm. “Andrew!”
“That, my girl, is but one release I’ll give you.” He chuckled, his eyes dark with desire and glowing with masculine smugness, then he dug his fingers into her hips, grunting, and he drove into her as her channel spasmed, his hips moving so fast, his shaft going so deep into her core she was sure he attempted to touch her soul. His eyes bored into hers, a need buried in the backs she felt more than understood.
Something spiritual passed between them, a warmth of sorts that spun a web and connected them from that moment onward. And she sighed with the precious loveliness of it.
No, one didn’t survive this feeling that made her soar. One merely rode the tide and let it consume them. Sarah’s moans blended with his. She held onto him, kissing whatever part of him she could reach, touching and teasing his body the best she knew how while lifting her hips and matching his rhythm. He was powerful and strong, much like he was in other aspects of his life, but with her, in this intimate dance, he was also tender and caring, seeing to her needs. It was enough to send tears prickling her closed eyelids.
All too soon she shattered. Perhaps that wasn’t the correct term for what happened to her. She fractured, broke apart, was sent flying on the wings of overwhelming pleasure and heat. It was all she could do to remain sane and hold onto him. His name left her tongue, over and over like a litany. The hysterical sound of it keened through the room until he kissed her hard and long, taking it into himself.
With another powerful thrust, he grunted against her lips, ground his hips into hers. The hot expulsion of his seed filled her passage, and he stroked once more then collapsed on top of her. Strong contractions pulsed through her core, around his shaft, her heartbeat racing. The release was so grand and different that she burst into tears.
When she buried her face into the crook of his shoulder, she sobbed; her body shook from reaction and the exquisite act they’d just shared.
“You’re crying.” His breathing was ragged in her ears. “Are you all right? Did I hurt you?” The concern in his baritone tugged at her heart, and another piece of it went into his keeping.
“No. These are happy tears. I think.” Her laugh was a touch unstable, but she kept her face hidden, for he smelled wonderful, of limes and spices and man. “That was so… I can’t explain how I feel.”
“Then I did it right.” Andrew wrapped his arms around her and held her close. “You were amazing,” he whispered and pressed his lips to her temple. Every tiny movement he made sent a host of tingles dancing down her spine.
“I quite agree with that sentiment.” Her heartbeat raced wildly, matching his that thudded beneath her ear. Eventually, she came back to Earth and was quite content to remain tucked in his arms. After two weeks of married life, she finally had a real husband.
Tears filled her eyes again, this time of gratitude. Dear God, but she hoped this newfound closeness lasted.