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He cupped her face with his hands and lowered his face to hers. Their lips locked softly. She responded with ease, tender and passionate at the same time. As he deepened their kiss, he gently tugged at her lower lip, introducing his tongue which swirled along with hers. She was more delicious than the finest chocolate he had tasted.
Reluctantly, he pulled away from her lips, only to keep kissing down her neck, her collar bone, her pink nipples, and her stomach. He finally dropped to the ground before her… just like the previous night. He wanted her immediately. His cock throbbed painfully. All he wanted was to feel the warm, beckoning insides of her cunny, but he could not take her like that. What surprised him the most was the simple realization that he loved pleasing her. Those moans she released, the way she writhed under his touch, only seemed to intensify his desire for her.
He immediately found her swollen pearl, licking it gently with his tongue.
“Oh…” he heard her say in response.
He wanted to have her melt in his arms again, right before he showed her that there was more pleasure to come this time. He inhaled her feminine scent deeply. It hit him instantly. His cock reacted to it like it never did before, beading with desire. He couldn’t start slowly this time. Not when she tasted sweeter than honey. Not when he knew how she would cream on his tongue.
Her fingers found his hair desperately, and she raked them through it. He savored every lick, every suck, as her swollen clitoris throbbed in anticipation of the ecstasy that was yet to come. She tugged at his hair. She moaned loudly. This time, she let go much faster. She was completely in his power. He could tell. He wanted to give her everything she wanted.
Then, there it was. Her cry that reverberated throughout the chamber like a church bell. He tasted her sweet cream on his tongue, licking it up, sucking her clit more softly now, allowing her trembling body to float down from the cloud she was just on. That grip on his hair was more fervent now than before.
Her cream merged with his spit as he gave her throbbing cunny another juicy lick. She moaned once more, like a little satisfied kitten, but he was far from finished with her. He got up, wiping the corner of his lips with his thumb. She saw him do it, and immediately, poppy redness exploded on her cheeks. She smiled. He felt he could get lost in those eyes forever and never surface for air again.
He quickly released himself from his robe, revealing a raging cockstand which had been utterly patient up until now. He had never been this needy for a woman, this hard. His eyes were upon her, but she was staring at his manhood with what appeared to be a mixture of shock and inquisitiveness. A strange desire seized him. He wanted her to want him, to need him inside of her as much as he needed to be inside of her. He wanted to see her unrestrained. He wanted to see that boldness and where the borders of it lay.
Gently, he settled his body between her legs, laying her down on her back. He expected her to touch him, but she kept her hands to herself. She had suddenly become tense. He could see it in the way she clenched her jaw and in the way her eyes rounded up, widening the pupils. She was afraid.
“It might hurt a little,” he warned her tenderly. These words seemed to take her by surprise. She wasn’t expecting them, so he continued. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
The need to sink inside of her soft, velvety warmth was almost too overwhelming, but he managed to control his most basic urge. He had to go slowly. He couldn’t risk hurting her more than she would already be hurt. His need for her was devastating, but he would not satiate it at the cost of her discomfort.
He kissed her softly using both his lips and his tongue. He wanted to prove to her that they were in no rush. He would give her as much time as she needed. That very moment, her hands found his shoulders, settling on them. His cock was pressing against her belly, sliding upward, trailing a wet line of his desire.
“Look at me now,” he urged, and she immediately raised her gaze to meet his. What a delicious creature she was. How sweet, how tender, and yet, there was a fire inside of her that lit his very own.
He took the shaft of his wet cock in his hand and slowly guided its way to her cunny. He rubbed it through her wet slit gently which made him even harder, even more ready. Her flower spread easily, supple and pliant, just like her entire body which pooled underneath him. Her eyes watched him, glazed over with desire. He had never been so entranced by a woman before, so utterly captured by her innocence and bravery in the face of adversity.
He started with a slow, measured thrust. Immediately, he felt how wet and tight she was. She jerked back, her entire body tightening under his probing. He immediately stopped, propping himself with his hands, trying to fight instinct which urged him to just slide into that blissful heat that was her cunny. But he couldn’t do that.
“Are you all right?” he asked tenderly. She just nodded quickly.
He continued, thrusting a little deeper inside of her, and this time, she dug her fingers into his shoulders. A rush of the most primitive lust sheared him in two. He inhaled deeply, feeling her tightness envelope him, completely enshrouding his tip. He focused all of his energy on not moving until her body relaxed a little.
One more thrust, deeper this time, and he was in. Finally, their bodies were joined, his base pressed against her clitoris. The feeling was pure bliss. Her tightness enveloped him, gripping at him so firmly that he feared he would explode instantly. He did his best to keep himself composed. Suddenly, she moved her hips. He grinned.
“Do what feels good,” he whispered, kissing her earlobe. She moved again. This time, she was breathing softly, adjusting herself to his size. With each subsequent thrust, he burrowed a little deeper inside of her, her cunny gripping at him as if their lives depended on it. The more she moved, the more difficult it was to regain control over his own body and what it would do to her. He moved together with her in unison with her rhythm. It was a slow motion at first, just a shallow thrust. Then he moved again, and again as her nails dug into his back.
She moaned softly, biting her lower lip. The sight threw him over the edge. There was no more ability to control himself any longer. He pushed into her deeply, feeling her warmth wash over his cock, wet and inviting, pulsing all around him, pulling him even deeper until he lost his mind.
His lips yearned for her. He crashed his mouth against hers, kissing her with all the passion he had as she wrapped her arms around his neck, keeping him close to her. His heavy body kept her pinned against the bed. That was where he wanted to keep her forever, underneath him, writhing with pleasure and moaning his name. Never had he felt a deeper connection with someone, the way their mouths, their moans, and their bodies fit together. It was pure perfection.
As he slid inside of her deeper and faster, he was grinding against the bud of her sex, soaking up her soft breaths with his own lips. The moment he felt her sucking on his tongue, her entire body tensed. He recognized that soft moan as her cunny clenched around him. His engorged cock immediately exploded, and he spilled his hot seed inside of her. Nothing could have prepared him for this moment. Nothing could have warned him that him marking her as his would mean exactly the same for both of them. She was marking him as hers as well.
CHAPTER19
Amelia woke up naked for the first time in her life. She dared not move. Her eyes took a moment to adjust themselves to the soft glow of the morning sun that was slowly dripping through the closed curtains. The room was silent, save for the rhythmical sound of Arthur’s breathing which she could hear easily as her face was resting on his naked chest. His arm was wrapped around her, keeping her close to him.
Instantly, she remembered the previous night. The had made love. They had been as close as any two human beings ever could be. She could never again say that they were strangers who only happened to be married to each other, that they would simply lead separate lives. That would not be true any longer, and she knew it.
She blinked heavily several times, pulling the bedsheets over her naked behind. The moment she did that, the musky fragrance of human sweat merged with hormones permeated the air around her. That was the scent she remembered from the previous night. That washissmell. The moment it touched her nostrils, the smell made her entire body shiver with yearning. She was now lying next to her husband. Her husband in the real sense of the word.
How it all changed in just one night. The consummation of their marriage, which she was so desperate to avoid, happened so naturally, so surprisingly. She thought she would feel like she had lost something because, in a way, she had, but instead, she felt as if she gained some new insight into her husband. It was as if all this time, they were endeavoring to hide from each other in this vast house, they were yearning for each other’s presence but, at the same time, fearing it. Last night, all the dams broke down. Passion flooded the gates of her mind, and all she could do was follow his lead. Nothing felt more natural than that.
And that was not all. He was tender after that, kissing her slowly and gently afterwards. Somehow, she didn’t even know when, she fell asleep with his arms wrapped around her. That was how she had woken up as well. Never before had she felt so worshipped, so beautiful, so loved.
Loved?The word felt strange. There was no love between them. At least, there shouldn’t be. Although, she knew that she could not deny what she felt. There was no other explanation for the way she melted under his fingers, how she inhaled his hot breath into herself, and moaned it back out. She blushed fervently at this memory, and it was exactly at that moment that he had opened his eyes.
