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She whimpers when I pull my mouth away from hers and trail kisses along her jaw and down her neck. “I got you,zhena, let me worship you,” I husk against her skin, loving the way she shivers underneath me.
“Please,” she gasps, and my cock is so hard it’s throbbing behind the fly of my pants. I wonder what sounds I’ll be able to pull from her; I’ll own each one of them.
I take my time, kissing and tasting her skin as I undress her slowly. It’s torture for both of us, but we need it. I don’t want to rush. I might have wasted too much time already, but that doesn’t mean I can’t make this something she’ll never forget.
“Should have claimed you the night of our wedding, Calla,” I growl the words as I sit back on my heels and look down at my now naked wife. I’ve seen glimpses of the tattoos on her arm, but she has them on other parts of her body and I can’t wait to explore every one of them. “You’re beautiful,” I stare into her eyes which are filled with embarrassment and a little uncertainty at being naked in front of me.
There’s no fear there, though. I’ll make sure to chase away any emotion but pleasure and need.
When she sits up and reaches for me, I don’t stop her delicate fingers from undoing the buttons of my shirt. I help shrug it off when she’s done and tilt my head up toward the ceiling asher deft fingers glide over my skin. She traces the tattoos on my chest, and I groan at how fucking good her touch feels.
I give her a gentle push and my heart pounds in my chest at the smile she shoots me when she falls back against the bed. I stand up and shuck the rest of my clothes quickly, my cock hard, leaking, and begging for relief. Her eyes widen as she watches me wrap my hand around my length and stroke myself a few times, my eyes roaming her body.
“Zhena,” I growl, “I’m going to be your first.” I don’t mention I have every intention of being her last; I don’t want to scare her. “Are you okay with that?”
“Yes,” she practically purrs, her legs falling open and allowing me to see her glistening pussy.
As much as I want to slide inside of her bare, I grab a condom from my bedside table and toss it onto the bed before I cover my body with hers again. I support my weight on my forearm next to her head as my other hand roams over her body, pinching her nipples and teasing her skin until she’s covered in goosebumps.
Every moan, every whimper, ever keening cry, makes me want her more. I kiss her softly this time while I slide a finger between her pussy lips and groan with how fucking wet she is for me. “So soft. So wet,” I grit out through my teeth.
The bite of her nails as she grips my shoulders grounds me in the here and now. “Viktor,” she mewls, “I need you inside of me. Please don’t make me wait.”
I pump one finger inside of her tight channel a few times before adding a second. She tenses slightly, but the moment she relaxes, I add a third. “Don’t want to hurt you, Calla,” the words are choppy just like my breathing.
She nods and arches her back, her perfect tits and hard nipples pressing into my skin, searing me, branding me. When my fingers are gliding in and out of her easily, the sound of how wet she is making it harder to not fuck her hard and fast to satiate my own need, I know she’s ready.
“No,” she whimpers when I pull my fingers free of her pussy.
I grin down at her. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,zhena.”
Her eyes flare and her hands glide down my chest as I reach for the condom. Her ring catches the light, and it suddenly hits me, really hits me. I’m about to fuck my wife. My wife.
That would have sent me running the day I found out about this arrangement, but right now it only makes me harder for her. She stuns me when she wraps her fingers around my cock and strokes me to the point that I fumble the condom.
The tinkling laughter and smile on her face has my heart pounding in my chest. I take a steadying breath to get myself under control and to deal with the condom. There’s a teasing lilt to my voice, “You like touching my cock?”
Calla smirks at me, “I think I’d like it more if it was filling me up.”
I growl and press my body down against hers, trapping her. She guides me to her entrance, and I slowly press inside of her, watching her face for any sign of pain or discomfort. I stop when she winces, but when she wiggles her hips, I fill her to the hilt.
Our breathing is ragged panting as we stare into each other’s eyes. This could be a big, intimidating moment for us, and it is, but it’s also simple. She’s my wife. I’m her husband. We might not have chosen it, but we can control how we face it. Together.
Her arms twine around my shoulders and she begs, “Move, husband. I need to feel you.”
That’s all I need to hear. I start to move in and out of her, giving her what she needs; what we both need. I get lost in the lust swirling in her eyes and the way her walls grip my cock like she never wants to let me go.
Knowing I’m the first man to have her has me fucking her harder and faster, the sounds she’s making encouraging me and telling me exactly how much she likes it. I can feel her tightening around me and shift my weight enough to reach between us and rub her clit.
My balls draw up and I need her to come with me. I need us to float. Together. Always together.
Something realigns within me as she screams my name and starts to milk my cock. A sense of wonder fills me, and I know that this is where I’m supposed to be. She’s who I’m supposed to be with.
I swallow the words at the tip of my tongue, knowing we’ll find our future together with a little time. This, right now, our bodies working together and finding pleasure, is enough.
For now.
But when I kiss her, she kisses me right back and I wonder if she’s feeling what I am. With the kiss we share, our bodies still shuddering in the aftermath of our orgasms, I give her my heart and I steal hers in return—whether she likes it or not.
