Page 22 of Always Loved You

I try and squeeze my thighs together feeling it coming. My toes curl as it rolls through my body. I cry out his name over and over again, my back coming off the bed. The white hot pleasure is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Years of want break free as I finally get a taste of him. Of something that I’ve thought about so many times while l lie in bed at night. His name on my lips as I tried to find my own release that never could come close to this.

He kisses each of my thighs before he slowly moves my legs from off his shoulders. He lets them dangle over the side of the bed as he stands. I watch as he pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it away. I lick my lips at the sight of his broad bare chest. My fingers itch to touch him.

“Tonight, I will make you my wife in every way,” he says before he lifts me, moving me to the center of the bed. His mouth takes mine in another one of those kisses that has me forgetting everything else but this moment.

Tonight I am going to let myself be his wife. To pretend that he really wants this marriage. I can let my guard down for one night. There is no turning back now; my body has waited five years for this. I’ll worry about picking up the pieces tomorrow.

17

Heath

I tell myself to take it slow. This is our first time and so it has to be perfect. She’s so soft and vulnerable and there’s something about her untouched status that makes me crazed. I want to pound into her.

I rub the head of my cock against her wet opening. “Baby, you ever put anything inside you? Like a toy?”

She shakes her head.

Fuck, that makes me hard. I release myself and push off of her body with one arm. “I want you to reach down and grab me.” I brace myself because her hand on my shaft is going to send me off, but no amount of mental preparation can combat the rush of endorphins that flood my head when her fingers wrap around my engorged cock. I close my eyes, grit my teeth, and order myself to get it together. When the urge to come all over her stomach subsides, I manage to choke out. “Stroke me. Just up and down. You don’t need to be gentle. My cock isn’t going to break.”

She starts tentatively, her fist loosely encircling me. Her fingers don’t quite meet. I’m too big for that, but the light fluttering touches are close to sending me over the edge. I force myself to concentrate.

“You’re real small and I’m pretty big, so this is gonna hurt when I first put it inside you. The pain is going to go away and it’s going to feel good. I know you already ache down inside your pussy. You need something fuller than my tongue and fingers. You need my cock inside you.”

“Yes. Yes, please,” she moans and writhes against the mattress like some unworldly seductress sent down to drag me to my doom.

I cup her face and rub my thumb across her lips, forcing her mouth open. When her lips part, I shove my thumb inside, running over the top of her tongue. “I want you to pretend like this is my cock. Close.” When her lips fold around my fingers, my brain starts short circuiting. I thrust inside her mouth, fucking her with my thumb while she grips me in her palm. She rubs me and I face fuck her with my hand. Her chest heaves with want, brushing hard nipples against my sensitized chest. The wet suction noise as I draw out of her is more erotic than any porn.

“This is what it’s going to feel like,” I tell her harshly, “except it’s my cock inside your cunt instead of my thumb inside your mouth. I’ll shaft you real slow and let you get used to the feel of me. You ready?”

I hope to fuck she is because I can’t wait another second.

“More than,” she cries.

“Spread your legs wide and put me inside you.”

She directs my cock to her wet opening. We both hold our breath as the large, swollen head parts her little opening. There’s resistance there that my fingers and tongue didn’t feel. I keep moving though, slowly, incrementally invading her body.

“Breathe out, real slow,” I instruct. I need her to relax. “This is going to work. I promise it’s going to feel good. You trust me, right?”

Her lust-drunk eyes meet mine. “Yeah,” she says shakily. “I do trust you. I’ve always trusted you.”

Christ. I almost lose it right there. Somehow I manage to keep myself from driving into her with the force of a cannon. As I move inside of her, she begins to open. We keep going until I’m finally fully seated.


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