Chapter Nineteen #5
“Nay,” he whispered. “It feels wonderful.”
Wynter looked down at his pulsing manhood, running her hands up and down the length of it. “Can I kiss you?”
“I would welcome it.”
The very moment her hot mouth touched him, he thought he was going to erupt. Only supreme control restrained his natural response, but she was becoming bolder by the moment.
“Wynter, do you remember when I kissed you with my tongue in your mouth?” he whispered. “Pretend that my organ is my tongue.”
She looked at him, puzzled. “Put it in my mouth?”
“You might like it. I know I would.”
Timidly, she put her mouth around him, awkwardly at first, but with growing confidence as she moved her tongue around him, running it under the ridge of the head. He bit off a groan as she plunged her whole mouth down on him and drew up slowly.
“Like that?” she asked.
He swore his eyes were rolling up into his head, so great his pleasure. “Like that,” he managed to say. “But if you draw on it, the pleasure is great.”
“Draw?”
“Suckle.”
Wynter looked at his organ, put her mouth on it again, and suckled hard. That was all Gage could take. In a flash, he reached down and grabbed her by the hair.
“God’s bones,” he muttered, pulling her up to him. “If you do that again, this moment will be over before it begins.”
“What do you mean?”
He looked at his wife. His na?ve, beautiful wife. “I’ll show you,” he whispered. “Lift up your shift and straddle me, as if you were riding a horse.”
Wynter realized that he meant naked flesh against naked flesh. He was basically nude and she still remained in her shift, but he wasn’t asking her to remove it. Simply lift it.
But she wanted to remove it.
Pulling the shift over her head, she tossed it aside, revealing pale skin and pert, full breasts. The curls between her legs were nearly the color of the hair on her head. Carefully, she straddled him, sitting on his thighs.
“Now what?” she asked.
Gage knew he had to prepare her body a little; otherwise, this was going to be a painful experience for her. He crooked a finger, motioning her forward, until she was lying atop his torso. With his good arm, he wrapped it around her, pulling her down for a kiss.
And what a kiss it was.
More confident now, Wynter responded to him readily.
Gage’s free hand drifted over her body, her skin like velvet, acquainting her with his touch before finally grasping one of those beautiful breasts.
Wynter flinched a little, unaccustomed to a man’s touch, but he whispered sweet words to her, telling her how beautiful she was and how soft and sweet.
He fondled one breast and then the other before lifting her forward with his good arm and suckling her left breast. At first, Wynter gasped in shock, but after a couple of moments, she gasped in delight.
Gage had a magic mouth.
He kept it up for quite some time, gently rubbing his pelvis against hers, rubbing his erection against her buttocks.
She was sitting forward on him so that their pelvises were against one another and his massive erection rubbed at the cleft of her buttocks.
With his mouth still attached to her nipple, his hand moved down to her buttocks, caressing them and cupping them.
Then he moved around front and fingered the dark red curls.
Wynter hissed, surprised at his touch, but he suckled her harder and she forgot about his fingers between her legs.
When he inserted a finger into her, she yelped a little with the sensual intrusion but she didn’t pull away.
She was willing to experience whatever he wanted to do to her and Gage was very sorry he couldn’t do more.
He most certainly would have liked to. When he felt better, she would be lucky if he ever let her out of bed.
But for now, they had a task to complete.
He removed his fingers.
“Now,” he said, his mouth still against her breast. “Are you listening to me?”
Wynter was breathing heavily, reveling in her first sexual experience. “Aye,” she breathed. “What should I do?”
“Look at what I am doing,” he said. “Look between your legs. See my manhood? I am going to hold it steady and you are going to lower yourself onto it.”
Wynter didn’t really know what he meant, but she straddled his manroot as he’d asked. She lowered herself a little, feeling it push against her, and he used the moment to rub the tip of his phallus against her tender core, making it wet so penetration would be easier.
“Go ahead,” he murmured huskily. “Impale yourself on it. I will help you.”
Carefully, she did. She could feel it penetrating her somewhat and she seemed to slide down on him with ease. She was so aroused that there was little resistance. But then Gage released his manhood and put his hand on her waist, holding her steady as he used his hips to thrust forward.
In a flash, he slid in most of his hard, long length.
Filled with his rock-hard member, Wynter gasped at the sting of possession.
She didn’t have the chance to say anything before he withdrew and thrust again, pushing her hips down in the same motion so that he was fully seated within her tight, slick body in one fast movement.
It happened with shocking ease. Still, he was big and she wasn’t used to it, so she sat there a moment, straddled on him, wincing from the pain.
He didn’t give her any time to dwell on it, however, fearful she might not be as brave as she thought.
Holding her hip with one hand to keep her steady, he began to thrust.
Within the first couple of thrusts, he knew he couldn’t keep it up because his bad shoulder was taking some of the pressure of him being on his back and using his hips. But he ignored the pain as long as he could, holding Wynter’s pelvis firmly as he thrust into her again and again.
But in doing so, he was watching her face.
The wincing she had been doing when he’d first entered her was gone and now the most miraculous expression filled her. Eyes closed, mouth open, she tilted her head back, bouncing on him every time he thrust into her. But her weight was on him, impeding him, so he instructed her softly.
“Wynnie,” he whispered hoarsely. “Stand up on your knees, my darling. That’s right; support yourself on your knees.”
She did, rising up so that she was straddled over him, kneeling, and it was much better for his movement.
He could watch himself make love to her at this angle, his hungry gaze moving over her flat stomach and flaring hips.
He could feel his release approaching quickly so he put his fingers between her legs, stroking her until her body convulsed with its first climax.
Feeling her tight walls draw at him, he gave up the control, thrust hard, and spilled himself deep.
As he continued to stroke in and out of her, just because he wanted to greedily soak up the last few moments, she began to weep.
He came to an instant halt.
“What is the matter, sweet?” he said, concerned. “Did I hurt you? Does it hurt? I shall stop immediately.”
But Wynter shook her head. When he tried to withdraw, she wouldn’t let him. “Nay,” she whispered. “It does not hurt, not anymore. It is simply… this. No one ever told me it would be like this.”
“Like what?”
Her eyes opened and she looked at him. “Beautiful,” she whispered. “The feelings… your touch. Everything. Is it supposed to be so beautiful?”
A smile spread across his lips as he pulled her down to him so she was laying on his torso, her head on his chest.
“It is,” he said, kissing the top of her head and realizing that he felt extremely weak and extremely exhausted now that the surge of passion had worn off. “I promise it will always be like this.”
She sniffled, listening to his heart beating in her right ear. “Swear it?”
“Upon my oath, I do.”
He waited for the next question, the next burst of emotion.
Truth be told, he was fairly emotional about it, too.
He’d had women before, but not like this.
Never like this. He felt as if he’d just been touched by a woman for the very first time because not only had Wynter touched his body, she had marked his heart.
That annoying little girl he’d always known had become so much more.
He couldn’t believe how much more. As he opened his mouth to tell her, his new wife suddenly snored loudly and drooled on his chest.
It was the best moment of his life.