Chapter Fifteen #4
His hot, wet mouth on her breasts caused Chrystobel to gasp, first in shock but then in pleasure.
She could never have imagined a sensation like this, something that made her entire body tremble and liquid heat to race through her limbs.
His mouth was aggressive, moving from breast to breast as his hand kneaded the tender flesh of her belly and upper thighs.
His roving hand seemed to be everywhere as he nursed against her breasts which, with her limited knowledge, were only used to nourish babies, but Keller was nursing against them hungrily for his own needs. It was wanton and exciting.
As he continued to suckle her breasts, his roving hand moved to the junction between her legs, pulling her left leg towards him and parting her thighs.
A big finger began to stroke the outside of her Venus mound and Chrystobel actually had to put a hand over her mouth because she was startled, embarrassed, and aroused all at the same time.
Her head was filled with muddled mists, fogging her brain until she couldn’t think a clear thought.
All she could see to do was feel, to experience, as Keller grew bolder.
Suddenly, the finger that had been stroking her was now inside her, invading her private folds, and she drew her knees up, gasping in response.
Her hissing reaction was all Keller needed to roll his big body on top of hers, his head coming out from beneath the coverlet and his mouth fusing to hers.
He kissed her furiously, his tongue forcing her teeth apart as it ravaged her.
The finger inside her body, stroking her, was joined by a second finger, thrusting into her, making her wet and heated, before abruptly withdrawing.
Keller was still kissing her aggressively when he placed his manhood against her swollen, wet folds and thrust into her virginal body.
It was a sharp and startling action, and Chrystobel tore her mouth away from his, gasping with the pleasure-pain of it.
There was a slight stinging sensation but nothing more as he thrust again, seating himself fully into her tender, quivering body.
He was a big man, with a very big member, and Chrystobel squirmed beneath him, unaccustomed to a man’s body inside of hers.
But Keller’s senses were heightened, his sense of passion and lust boiling over, and as Chrystobel gasped and squirmed, he began the ancient primal rhythm of mating.
His thrusts were big and painful at first. Unaccustomed as she was, Chrystobel grunted with every thrust, struggling not to gasp aloud at the sensual intrusion.
Keller’s lips had moved to her neck, her shoulders again, nibbling on her flesh and causing bolts of excitement to race down her limbs.
But the more he thrust, the more her body relaxed, and before she realized it, she was coming to respond to him.
Her hands reached for him, timidly, feeling the naked flesh of his body for the first time.
He was warm with a fine dark mat of hair that covered his arms and chest. She liked it very much.
But as she moved to touch him, she ended up touching herself as well, which brought about an unexpected result.
Her hand brushed against her left nipple, which was highly sensitive after Keller’s attention, and the moment she touched herself she could feel a wild explosion in her loins that caused her entire body to seize.
Her limbs stiffened as ripple after pleasurable ripple radiated upwards from between her legs where Keller was impaling her on his manhood repeatedly.
It was like nothing she had ever experienced in her life, causing her eyes to roll back in her head and her breathing to come in shrieking gasps.
The more Keller pounded into her, the more heightened the exquisite sensation.
It seemed as if it went on forever when, in fact, it was only a few seconds because the moment Keller realized that she had found her release, there was nothing to hold back his own pleasure.
Feeling her body draw at him, throb around him, brought about the greatest climax he had ever experienced.
He spilled himself deep into her body, feeling his hot seed as it made her very slick and very wet.
He liked the feel of what he had put inside her.
In fact, he loved the feel of her altogether.
His wife. It was the sweetest thing he had ever known.
When the tremors faded away and Keller lay on top of Chrystobel, his head on her breasts, it took very little time for the exhausted and satisfied knight to pass out from sheer contentment.
Chrystobel realized it when he began snoring softly, his arms wrapped so tightly around her torso that when she tried to move, in his sleep, his hold on her tightened.
Grinning when she realized he wasn’t going to let her go, Chrystobel put her arms around the man’s head and shoulders, holding him close against her body and thinking that of all the things she had assumed about coupling, it had been nothing close to the reality of it.
The reality had been passion and warmth beyond anything she could have imagined, all stemming from an English knight she had been forced to marry.
Two days ago, she had been certain her life, such as it was, was about to take a turn for the worse.
That fear couldn’t have been further from the truth.
I see the magic of a new beginning with you.