Now I laugh. I’m wet and cold but he radiates heat and I want to press my body at long last to his without the barrier of clothes.
“Just undress me,” I whisper. “Husband.”
He growls, eyes flaring with a new light. His heavy cock trails over my leg as he sits back and grabs my skirts in his strong hands, gleefully shredding them, tearing them down the middle, exposing my legs in the long, wet undergarments.
“Way too many layers,” he mutters with a curse. He yanks my undergarments down, seams screeching and popping, then he leans over me to deal with the corset. “What in the hells is this?” he mutters, obviously torn between frustration and laughter. “Why are you wearing this torture device around your body?”
Taking pity on him, I sit up and indicate at the laces on the back. “Can you untie them?”
“I can shred them.” He reaches around me and yanks on the laces. I gasp as that momentarily tightens the corset—and then the corset falls off me and I take a deep breath.
Pulling the chemise off me, he sits back on his heels and gazes at me, his own breathing shaky. “Gods. Look at you. So sexy. So… woman.”
Warmth spreads in my chest. “Am I?”
“You have to ask? You’re made of beautiful curves,” he whispers reverently, putting his hands over my breasts. “You are my other half. My better half.”
“Then let the two halves be one,” I whisper back and gasp when he bends his head to take one of my nipples in his hot mouth. “Adar…”
“Fuck, I want to take it slow,” he says, blowing on the wet, sensitive nub, making me moan. “Kiss and lick every part of you. Make you come again and again.”
“We have time for that. All the time in the world. But first, I want you inside of me.” I lift his head to look into his eyes. “Mark me as yours. I’ve longed for this.”
“Maab, the things you say… the things you make me feel.” He buries his face against my breasts, a shudder going through him. “I’ve longed for that, too.”
Then his mouth is on mine, kissing me hard, and his hand is right between my legs, stroking, thrusting, opening me up.
Preparing me.
I gasp in his mouth, my hips rolling up as he scissors his fingers inside me, and it’s brutal and so good I’m afraid I’ll come before we even start.
His tongue thrusts against mine, and I clench around his fingers with a long moan, unable to hold back as the pleasure barrels through me.
He breaks the kiss, presses his forehead to mine, panting harshly. “My love… Need you.”
“Yes.” I press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, to his cheek as he turns his head. “Yes.”
He settles between my legs, guides his cock to my opening. His eyes search mine. He licks at my mouth as he pushes into me and I gasp, the intrusion so much larger than I’d expected. It burns and yet it feels so perfect, I rock my hips, trying to get more of him inside, make him thrust deeper.
“Gods.” He moans, thrusting deeper and deeper, shaking, until he’s inside all the way.
So impossibly big, filling me up completely, forcing me to spread my legs more to take him. To open my arms, my heart to him, take him all inside.
“Gods, I fucking can’t… I’ve never been so…” He’s panting. When he lifts his lashes to look at me, they’re spangled with tears. “Selina…”
“I’m yours,” I whisper. He’s breaking apart now that he can, that he’s finally ensconced inside of me, that he doesn’t have to be strong for once, fighting pain and despair. Pleasure is crumbling the last of his defenses. Pleasure and hope and joy.
And I am right there to hold him together.
Slowly he starts to move, dipping his head to kiss me, light kisses as his body tenses, as his cock swells inside of me. I hold on to him, stroking his face, his arms, until the pressure is mounting inside me again, distracting me, pulling me into its spiral.
We kiss again, urgent and hard, as our bodies rock together, slick, sweaty skin sliding and rubbing, as his cock moves in and out of me, his thrusts growing faster, shallower. He grunts, his hips jerking, the muscles under my hands going taut.
“My love…” I whisper as he thrusts deeper and I come again. “Oh, my love!”
He curses, his thrusts faltering, his cock burning like a fire inside of me, and then he moans brokenly, pressing his face to my neck, rocking inside of me, finding his release.
I hold him as his movements slow, as the tension melts from his strong body, gather him close, pull him to me. We end up on our sides, arms and legs tangled. He’s still buried inside me, and I don’t want him to pull out.