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“I am not perfect, Luella. I am just me. A man who does not even know how to make love to his wife,” he protests, but the hand on my cheek had descended on my neck. It was a strong hand, callused and capable. It could easily squeeze the life of me if he were the Ninurta. And yet, I knew he was not. I trusted him fully.
“What are you doing now, then?” I asked breathily as his hand went down to the swell of my breast, stroking there almost nonchalantly.
“I am getting to know you,” was his reply, and his gaze never left my face, even when he started rubbing my bare nipple.
“How do you know how to do this?” I gasped.
“I just do,” he said, eyes fixed on mine. They were smoldering with desire.
Then, he kissed me on the mouth. Lips that were firm and soft at the same time. Tongues that seemed to have known how to dance all along. Callused hands on the soft skin of my breasts kneaded gently at first, then more insistently.
Pressed close to his naked body, I could feel his considerable length was hard and ready. I knew better than to touch it then, but he pressed me close to it. I grew hotter when I felt it on my thigh, heavy and hard. I moved my hips against him, eager to get closer. Wanting more than just the kiss and his caresses. The hot feeling in my belly continued to build.
“Metheus,” I moaned his name, breaking free from the kiss to take a gulp of air. There was no question that he was the only one who could balance my hot and cold. He was making me drown at the moment, but I did not mind.
“Luella, Louie,” he groaned, his hand holding his shaft and making quick up and down movements. I felt it more than saw it, my eyes too glazed to see anything clearly, although my body felt so many sensations.
He soothed himself by latching his mouth on my nipple, suckling. His tongue circled the sensitive bud and then pulled again with his mouth. I held his head there, my fingers in his braids. We could stay like this forever, and I would not mind. I was already so close, but I wanted more. His fingers deftly found my slit, two going in to test me, prepare me for what was to come. He pumped in there like he did last night, making me slick. Hot.
“I will treat you to something I saw in a brothel once,” he groaned as he reluctantly lifted his head from my breasts.
He pinned me down so that my back was on our bed. One hand held my wrists above my head. I would have gladly let them stay there, unmoving, and would even trust him to tie me up with a rope. I had never surrendered to anyone. Never. Until him.
“I will not move my arms, I promise,” I sighed.
He did not say anything to that, this man of few words and more action. His kisses took a dangerous trail from my belly to that special place between my legs.
“No!” I protested, horrified.
“Trust me, Louie,” he said. “You promised to leave your arms like that.”
So, I left them there, feeling vulnerable. A little scared. Thrilled. Everything in between. I squeezed my eyes in shame, but the moment his tongue dipped between my legs, all shame left my body. I bucked, exorcising that little moment of humiliation as he stroked my slit with his tongue again and again.
“What kinds of things have you seen, Metheus?” I moaned, not exactly complaining. My eyes remained closed, focused on the sensations.
I looked down to see him between my legs. It was erotic. This man was mine just as I was his. My body craved him, and my heart welcomed him.
Oh, gods and goddesses. Then, I called out the names of all deities I knew, in thanksgiving. After all, Metheus had said to pray. So, now I was doing it with my arms outstretched and him worshipping me. When he stopped what he was doing, I was filled with a tinge of disappointment and a rush of anticipation.
“I have seen enough to know how it is done,” he panted. “Now, let us see how we can make it happen.”
He posed his tip right at my entrance, rubbing it right there. I did not know if he was doing it on purpose or merely testing it, but I liked it. He slowly slid in. At first, it was pleasurable, making me let out little gasps. Then, I felt some pain. I bit my lip to keep myself from crying out. I did not want him to stop, and he would if he felt he was doing the wrong thing. I was being stretched fully. I could see him watching me as he entered me slowly, gauging my reaction. His face was a blend of concern and desire.
“Take me, Metheus,” I begged, my voice husky with desire. I was no longer above begging for what I wanted.
Hearing my words, he plunged into me. He groaned aloud, in relief and pleasure, as he gripped my hips and started to thrust. It was a natural instinct. We had never done this before, both of us, but we felt the urge to move. I reached for him and held his buttocks to press him closer to me.
Have you ever danced to a new tune, one that you had never heard before, and suddenly you knew what to do? It was like that with Metheus and me.
“How do you feel?” he panted, eyes watchful but also triumphant.
“Wonderful,” I confessed, squirming and moving my hips against him, urging him to go on.
“Me, too,” he grunted, eyes focused on my breasts as he continued to pound into me. At times, it was not graceful, with him sometimes slipping out completely. Yet, we quickly found our rhythm back again. When we finally found it – it was beautiful. I knew – always knew – that he would be graceful, thrusting over me, hands firmly holding my hips.
When I found my orgasm, I clenched all around him. He knew that it was the cue to let go. Nevertheless, he was stubborn and proud. So, he held on to his until I screamed his name a second time. Only then did he finally allow himself to spill his seed into me.
Metheus was about to roll off me, but I held him tight. I knew he did not want to make me uncomfortable, but I wanted his heavy body on mine. I held his head to my heart, and felt his smile as his cheek moved over my breast.
“We have done it,” he said, sounding amazed.
“Yes, we have. It seemed impossible, but yes, we did,” I sighed.
