His lips returned and he drew her tight bud into his mouth and sucked hard. Heat pooled in her loins. When his hand went to her other breast and tweaked her nipple, she whimpered. She had never imagined sex could be this good. And they were nowhere near the main event.
Erika was fast becoming a quivering mess when Christian finally released her breasts from his attentions. She went to take a step back, assuming he would want her on the bed, but he put his hands around her hips and drew her to him once more. If he was going to continue to torture her nipples, she wasn’t sure she could handle much more.
When he sunk down and speared his tongue into her heated sex, Erika’s thoughts went into a scramble. It was all she could do to place her hands on his shoulders and hold on in an effort to remain standing. He worked the tip of his tongue over her sensitive bud, rolling it around and around, then flicking up. She sobbed, completely at his mercy.
Erika’s breathing grew shallower with his every attention. She moaned with need as he licked, sucked and teased. Any moment now, she was going to explode.
He placed one last kiss on the tip of her swollen sex, then sat back on his haunches. His smile reminded her of a cat that got the cream—deeply satisfied.
Christian got to his feet and towed Erika toward the bed. He sat her down. Held enraptured, she enjoyed the seductive sight of him quickly dispensing with most of his clothes.
When he finally came back to her, he was clad only in his trousers. “This was supposed to happen on our wedding night. And I have fantasized many times about watching you remove this last piece of clothing, unwrapping my special gift of love to you.”
She sat forward on the bed and lay her fingers on the top button of the placket of his trousers. With a sure heart and determination, she freed it from the buttonhole. Her attention shifted to the middle button.
“Oh,” she gasped as his erection sprang free.
For a moment she simply sat and stared, unsure of what to do. He was long and thick. Should she touch it gently? Or do as some of her married friends had advised and grasp it firmly and run her hand up and down?
Christian bent and kissed her lips. “Don’t be afraid. I know what to do.” He took her hand and placed it over his cock, groaning as she stroked him.
This part she did remember hearing in great detail while sitting in the back of a ladies retiring room at a ball earlier in the year. English girls might well be polite in public, but they did like to discuss sex. “Is that good?” she asked.
“You have no idea,” he replied, breathlessly.
She continued to hold him, stroking the length of his engorged shaft before pulling gently on the underside of the head. He grew harder as his breathing came in ever-increasing gasps.
“Enough. I don’t think I can last if you keep going.” He brushed her fingers away from his manhood, giving her another long deep kiss.
Erika took that as her reward for a job well done. It was encouraging. It meant he liked her caressing him, enjoyed the way she gave him pleasure. All good signs for a long and happy life of sharing the marital bed.
“Lie back for me,” he said.
Erika moved over as far as she could on the narrow mattress, opening her legs as Christian climbed on and rose over her. Her back arched as he slipped a thumb into her wet heat and began to stroke. She gripped the bedcovers and closed her eyes.
“Christian,” she panted.
Touching herself this way had always been satisfying but having the man who loved her doing so was divine. It was as if Christian had been given a map to all the most secret of her pleasure spots and he was now taking his time exploring each one. It was tempting to let him bring to her to completion this way, but she needed more. “Please, Christian. I want you.”
He withdrew his hand and taking hold of his cock, gave it several quick pumps. It was rock hard when she reached out and ran her fingers down its length once more.
“I think you are ready for me. Now try and relax—this might be a little uncomfortable at first, but I promise to make it good. And then when we do it again it will be amazing,” he said.
She would have said something about him being prideful and making a jest of his remark, but her mind was captured by the sensation of Christian pushing slowly into her. Her body tensed and she closed her eyes in an effort to relax and not think of the pain she had been told would come with her first time.
“Look at me, Erika,” he said.
As her eyelids fluttered open, her gaze took in the tenderness of his face.
Love shone in Christian’s eyes. “From this moment on, there is only us. Never doubt my love for you or my fidelity.”
Trust Christian to say the exact words she needed to hear. To know that it would be just them, no one else. That no matter what, he would be true to her. His lips brushed against hers in a soft, loving kiss.
“It has only ever been you,” she whispered.
He pushed in farther, then with one last thrust, he was fully seated within her body. He let out a sigh. “You have no idea how long I have wanted you. To take you and make you mine. And now you are.”
His hips began a slow rolling motion as he worked his cock into her. Erika’s gaze remained fixed on Christian’s face, studying the passion which was etched in his features. Watching him make love to her was endlessly fascinating—she could have done it forever.
