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Handing her the nightgown, I murmur, “I’ll give you your privacy. Unless...you need me to help?”
“Why would I need privacy? We’re going to marry.” She licks her lips. “And yes please, I could use some help.” Reaching her arms out, I help her out of her knitted sweater, her wool skirt and I’m barely aware of what I’m doing. I can barely see in front of me from how hard my mind is spinning. My hands can’t grasp that they are touching something as perfect as her. I’ve fantasized about moments like this one so many times that it feels surreal.
When she’s only in her underwear, I let out a hiss, needing to back away from her for a second and regain control. Watching her from a close distance, I squeeze my eyes and fists, knowing deep down that if she ever tries to escape from my bed, I’ll keep on dragging her back until she gives in because she realizes that men like me don’t give up.
Squirming she breathes, “Did I do something wrong?”
I shake my head. “You’ve done everything right. You’re just so beautiful that it’s painful to look at you.”
Her cheeks color. “Where does it hurt?”
“Everywhere,” I grit between my teeth. “Everywhere where I’m a man and where I’m nothing but yours.”
Madlen’s hands move to her nightgown but she doesn’t put it on, hesitating and she murmurs, “I can’t sleep with my bra on. I’ll get uncomfortable...” With her face dripping with sexy innocence she unclasps the hook and her breasts come undone. They’re so wonderful I let out a loud groan that sounds more like a growl.
Her nipples blush at the sound, her eyes turning glassy and she rubs her thighs together and a sense of sentimentality washes over me. Some things never change. Her body is still so easy to arouse but this time I won’t be watching from afar. I’m not a spectator anymore. Now I’m the participant.
“Are we going to sleep now?” she gasps but I shake my head and my hand goes to my tie.
“You think I can sleep when you’ve bared yourself like this before my eyes?”
“I don’t k...know....” she stutters and her nervousness and hesitance tugs at the overwhelming need to kiss her and she puckers her lips. I seize them in the beat of our both hearts, capture them like the call of the siren that they are and her tongue is too sweet for this fleeting world that I curse our mortality.
The taste of her is potent enough to knock me on my heels, see my whole life pass by and I cup her neck, curving her face until I’m kissing her fiercely enough to make her remember me in her dreams. My hands go to her panties and I tug them off of her but she lets out a loud pant and breaks off our kiss.
“What is it, beloved?” I ask gently and it’s hard to tear my eyes away from her tender pinkness but I need to see her eyes, see the emotions she carries on her face.
“I don’t feel like m...myself. There’s just so many emotions and I’m so achy and...”
“I’ll kiss it better.” Finding my way to her warmth, I kiss her with passion and watch her eyes widen in shock and goosebumps spike on her thighs. She has never been more mine than she is right now and I slide my hands under her soft ass, lifting her until I can feast on her like she’s my goddess, granting me a banquet. Her whole body shudders and she’s so decorous that she makes me so desperate to pleasure her that she’s about to drive me crazy.
At the first rocking of her hips, I let out a snarl in encouragement and press two fingers into her until she’s dripping with yearning. She wants this so bad, she probably doesn’t even comprehend just how bad but still it’s nothing compared to how much I want this. And that’s the difference between us. She’d never go to the lengths that I did to get what I desire but I would and I did and now nobody can tear me away from her.
“I’m a slave to your pussy, beloved,” I groan, “do you hear me? A slave, on my knees, adoring what no other man is ever allowed to have.”
A smile crosses her face and I shudder at the wave of love that crushes me until I feel like I’m close to crumbling. Moaning, she arches closer to me, relaxing and her clit swells into a red little mount and I put some pressure on it until she cries out.
Moving to her tits, I nuzzle her nurturing swells and her nipples double in size in my mouth. Tugging at my shirt, my pants and boxers, I free my shaft, telling myself that I’m going to have to be careful with Madlen but as soon as my cock nears her center, I start shaking and she looks at me with round eyes.
“Why?” she pants. “Why are you acting as if this is new to you?”
“Because it is,” I grit between my teeth as sweat tickles my temples, “we’ve never done this before.”
Her hands slide down my chest. “Do what you have to do, Maker.” She lifts her chin but I catch a small shudder. “I’ll never say no to you.”
Finally.
Spreading her legs, I ease into her, listening to her careful little moans to know when I’m going too far but the moment I enter her to her brim, it almost kills me. Tight. Innocent. Silken. Untouched before this moment. Pinning her to my body, I get lost in her pink maze and the warmth of her feels like a balm especially made for me.
Her breasts roll around and press against my chest as I pump into her and I never knew it was possible to crave a whole person like this, body, mind, heart...I want it all and I slant my lips over hers, hauling myself into her the way a storm hauls over unassuming sands. Thrusting I groan at the way she snaps around me and her moans turn intense.
“I want you, Maker,” she groans with the kind of frantic frenzy that can only come from a virgin. “Just you.”
The words drive me wild and I lose focus. Somehow I lose her too and only the feel of her milking me remains and I unburden myself in her as she bucks and bucks as if her ecstasy is burning her up from the inside. She comes all over my cock with a fragile cry and I get an image behind my eyes of her giving birth.
It does something brutal to me and I refuse to pull out, until I’m sure that my load is safely tucked in within her. She’s not on birth control. I know all the medications she uses and doesn’t use. I know everything about her. Secrets that came from her own lips, whispered in a safe space.
She’s safe with me and I roll over, pulling her so close that she lets out a weak protest before settling. Her skin is misted with sweat, her lids half closed and her lips look like they’ve been stung by bees. She’s all I ever imagined she’d be.
