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The excitement of finally fulfilling my fantasy of having Oran love me and penetrating his tough exterior to become his actual wife in every way, has my hands trembling as I unbuckle his belt. His erection pressing against his zipper strengthens my purpose. My brain melted this morning seeing him naked and damp from the shower. I’d done my best to avoid staring temptation in its face, but I don’t regret seeing it and touching the very part of him I’m revealing now. My mouth waters - just like it did this morning - when his dick jumps out to greet me, falling onto his stomach with a solid plop.
“I want to touch it, taste it, and put it inside of me,” I confess without taking my eyes off it.
“I’m not stopping you.”
Sliding down his body, I take his pants, underwear, and socks with me. I’m tired of his clothes, I want him completely nude.
The soft light from the villa mingles with the moonlight to give the ridges and valleys of his muscular body a mysterious glow. My wetness has my panties sticking to me, reminding me they’re in the way. Oran is still silent, but his eyes caress my body until they reach the only material between us. The heat in his gaze silently orders me to remove them. Oran doesn’t fool me, he hasn’t relinquished control on a damn thing. Although his lips haven’t moved, he’s still telling me what he wants. I slip my finger in my band, tugging slowly as I watch him. He’s seen all of me before, but this unhurried reveal builds anticipation for what’s coming. His tongue slides along his lips, making my clit throb just as the wind blows along my hard nipples like Oran manipulated it to tease me.
I shudder as goosebumps glitter across my body, and my juices slide down my thigh. Returning to the chaise and climbing up his body thrills my skin from the contact. We watch each other’s reaction to the way our warm skin touches for the first time delights each other. The sparks in his gray pools and his jaw clenching are his only tells.
“Do you have a condom?”
The soft puff of air Oran emits from his lips kills the inquiry.
That’s right, my husband.
I would think I’d have second thoughts or wonder if I’m doing the right thing, but the openness that radiates off his body, the lust I feel, and the love he confessed is enough to erase my doubts. My finger traces a vein up his shaft until I grab his dick, rub my palm over its dripping head, then stroke it a few times until Oran’s biceps flex with restraint.
I don’t think I’ve ever taken the lead. Nervous excitement flutters in my belly as I position myself. Oran’s tip spreads me - causing warmth to flood my body and peak at my nipples - as I ease down as much as I can.
Oh, thank god.
“Don’t bring him into this. He’s busy,” Oran teases, then sits up, bringing his face closer.
I didn’t realize I’d said it out loud.
“Oh,” I moan at his fiery mouth engulfing my nipple while squeezing the other. I’m dripping down his dick - which isn’t all the way in yet - when he finishes with the other.
Strong hands grip my hips as he holds my gaze steady.
“Accept it,” he grits.
“Accept what?”
“You will be sore in the morning.”
Oran pumps upwards while slamming down, giving me all of him at once.
“Oran!” My cry is a broken whimper, the surprise took my breath. The second thrust steals my soul. My body shudders as I fall apart. “Oh, g-”
“No, no,” he cuts me off. “What did I tell you? I’m the only one here.” His breath is hot on my ear as he teases it with his teeth and tongue as my body continues to spasm. “I’m the lord of your pussy, Trophy.”
His gigantic hands grip my ass just as I’m coming down from my high. I’m stunned, it’s just started and I could go to sleep satisfied. Oran continues to thrust from below, using my ass to manipulate my body until I’m riding him the way he wants. I let go, giving into his lead and refusing to hold back my vocal appreciation of what he’s doing to me. Oran owns my body. He lies back without changing the pace. I brace myself on his chest, his heart pumps beneath my palm. My head falls back, taking in the stars glittering in the inky night as the soundtrack of my rapture plays out in my huffing moans, his primal grunts, and our smacking skin echoing in the night.
Oran is right, this isn’t like any sex I’ve ever experienced before. I’ve never been so in tune, so enthralled, so in love.
“Look at me.” Oran’s voice pulls my attention back to him.
Can a command also be a plea?
Our eyes meet and it’s as if we’re seeing each other for the first time. Both of us shedding all the bullshit before leaving both of us so exposed, so vulnerable, and so raw. T
he pleasure builds inside. My emotions choke me as my eyes blur.
“I love you,” I confess.
Oran lets me go, my body is trained to continue what he likes. Both hands cup my face, and he pulls me in until our noses almost touch.
