Suddenly, his pants dropped. Celestine’s eyes turned wide as she saw his member standing hard and erect. She had never seen one before… but she liked what she saw. Thick. Veins pulsing. It throbbed in a way that made her mouth salivate so that her hands started to reach for it without even realizing.
“Yes…” Edward allowed her hand to wrap him. “Just like… God, like that,” he groaned.
“What…” She squeezed his girth, taking pleasure in how stiff his body turned, how much she controlled him. The sense that she could make him do anything she wanted… and that he wanted her to. “What do I…”
He reached down and stroked the side of her face. He made sure that their eyes met. His thumb ran along her lips so that she sucked it wetly.
“You know what…” He leaned forward then, raising her chin, kissing her fully on the lips. “Exactly what we are meant to.”
Edward shuffled forward, forcing her to release him. She shuffled back, falling onto her back as he mounted her. His hands went to her legs, beneath her knees, and brought them up to his waist. He then paused as he looked at her again. The hunger was still there. The sense of want. But there was something else…
Yes, passion and desire had been what carried them through. The attraction they felt was undeniable. But as Edward looked down at Celestine, and as she looked up at him, she felt more than that. She felt, almost as if…as if this marriage might be more than what we both thought.
For another moment, one which felt like an age, he just looked at her. His eyes held her own, drinking her in as if she were a tonic. She was on her back, he was between her legs, but he did nothing.
“What are you…” she began, her voice cracking.
“Nothing,” he said with a caring smile. “I just wished to look at you for a moment longer.”
She felt those words in her heart. He was not a rake. He was not just marrying her for mere attraction and expectation. Despite what they told one another, there was more to this marriage than what appeared. In that brief moment, Celestine dared to wonder if it might be real…
“Are you ready?” he asked softly as he shifted himself.
“I am,” she said as she braced herself.
“Good. Just tell me if you want me to stop.”
“Why would I –” Her words caught in her throat as Edward entered her.
He made sure to kiss her as he did. Deep, passionate kisses as his body pressed in close. Despite those kisses, Celestine was unable to ignore the feeling of her husband opening her and sliding in inch by inch in a way that did not feel so much intrusive as it did right.
Slowly, gently, she took him. She was tense at first, awkward and unsure of what to do. But as he continued to slide deeper, Celestine relaxed. It hurt a little. It was certainly uncomfortable. But with Edward kissing her the way he was, his body on hers, his hands around her thighs, she trusted him fully, as she knew that this was something that she wanted.
“How are you…” he started as he pulled his head back, a note of concern in his voice.
“I thought…” She was shaking. “I thought you told me not to try and stop you?” She raised an eyebrow at him.
“Well said,” he chuckled and then he kissed her again.
His thrusts were slow and gentle at first. He slid out of her, then carefully slid back in. He listened to her breathing. He felt herresponses and how she reacted. And he was never forceful or rushed. And with each thrust, Celestine relaxed and gave herself to him.
He started moving more quickly next. Deeper thrusts. In and out, in and out. He brought himself all the way out before driving his hips forward.
“Urgh!” she moaned. “Oh… yes…” she groaned and begged him for more.
The intensity grew. The pleasure increased. Celestine stopped focusing on the awkwardness and started focusing on just how good this felt. And it wasn’t just the raw pleasure that came from Edward’s member. Rather, it was the moment itself, that he and she were one, and that few things in her life had ever felt so right.
After many minutes, Celestine began to feel that familiar build. She grabbed hold of Edward’s backside, squeezed, and forced him to move faster and harder. He felt her change, he did as she bid, and that sensation inside of her rose like a tidal wave, crashed down like a tumbling building, and exploded like a powder keg.
That was when Celestine screamed. And she did not care who heard her.
Not only did she scream. She grabbed hold of her husband, pulled his body onto her own, and held him as she writhed and kicked and gave herself over completely to the pleasure that consumed her.
What had I been worried about? How could I have… why did I… oh God!
Edward started to kiss her again. It started deep and intense but turned soft as she stopped moaning and stopped spasming beneath him. Then, gently, the kisses stopped and he pulled back to look down at her.
He wore a satisfied smile and she returned it, despite how heavily she breathed.
