Chapter Four #2
I reached down and lifted her into my arms, then carried her into the bedroom.
After I laid her down, I went to the bathroom to clean up before sliding into bed next to her, drawing the sheet over us.
Cerys cuddled against me, and I held her close.
There was a contented smile on her lips, and the glow she wore made her look genuinely happy.
I hoped that was the case. As I watched her sleep, I realized that perhaps my wife wasn’t the only one who was happy.
It was a foreign feeling, but it was one that I wanted to hold onto a while longer. Forever sounded good.
She snuggled closer and draped her thigh across mine.
The wet heat of her pussy made my cock hard again.
It would be easy to roll over and slip inside.
I traced the line of her nose, the curve of her cheek.
My myshka was beautiful, kind, and the sort of woman I should have never brought home with me.
And yet I couldn’t let her go. I needed her gentle touch, her innocence.
Such things were foreign to me, but I liked the way I felt when I was in her presence.
I brushed my lips over hers and she sighed, arching toward me.
It was all the encouragement I needed. Rolling so that she lay under me on her belly, I reached for her wrists and placed them above her head.
Glancing around, I saw my tie from earlier in the day and grabbed it, using it to secure her to the bed.
Lifting her hips, I smacked my hand against her pussy, making her cry out.
“Viktor!”
“This is mine, is it not?” I smacked her again. And again.
“Yes! Yes, I’m yours.”
“I’m going to fuck this pretty pussy, then I want your ass, myshka .”
Her body shuddered as I worked my way inside her. She was still tight, and I groaned at how incredible she felt. A soft gasp slipped from her as she opened her eyes, unseeing yet looking over her shoulder and meeting my gaze just the same.
“Need you, myshka .”
“Then take me,” she said, holding still and giving herself to me completely.
I stroked in and out of her slow and deep.
The slide of my cock inside her tight pussy was the best thing I’d ever felt.
I kissed her shoulder and down her back, tasting her as I made her mine.
Would it always be like this? Being with a woman had never felt special before.
It had been a quick release, or a business transaction.
Nothing more. With Cerys, it felt as if we were truly joined.
As she came apart beneath me, I realized that I wasn’t fucking her. It wasn’t just sex. I was making love with my wife, something I’d never done. Slow and easy had never been important to me. I wanted her to enjoy every moment in my bed -- our bed -- and I loved the soft sounds she made.
“I love to watch you come,” I said, and a flush spread across her cheeks. So adorable. Even now, she was embarrassed by my words. Such a good girl. “Love to feel you squeeze my cock and coat me with your cream.”
“Viktor!”
I traced her shoulder with my nose. “Love how tight and wet you are.”
I gripped her thigh and shifted her, letting me slide in deeper.
Stroking into her harder, I didn’t hold back anymore.
I took her like a man possessed, and my sweet Cerys jerked at her bonds and begged for more.
The hot gush of her release was nearly enough to make me come, but I wasn’t done with her yet.
Not by far. She lay panting, a dazed expression on her face.
My hands shook from the effort it took to not ride her hard and deep, but I was worried I might hurt her.
My control was slipping and if I weren’t careful she’d get a glimpse of the beast inside me.
Spanking her was one thing, even tying her up, but she was nowhere near ready for what I craved.
I slid in balls-deep, and tried to keep things slow and steady.
When she shifted her knees and tilted her hips at a slightly different angle, then squeezed my cock, I nearly saw stars.
“Cerys. Myshka . I can’t… I…”
“I won’t break,” she said, turning her head toward me.
Her words seem to snap what little control I had right then. I watched her for any signs of distress as I slammed into her again and again. My hand cracked against her ass, leaving a red handprint, but it only seemed to make her wetter.
“Offer me that ass,” I told her, my voice deeper and rougher.
She pressed her shoulders to the bed and I gripped her hip.
The only sounds in the room were our bodies slapping together, her soft gasps and whimpers, and my grunts and groans.
The air smelled of sex and it only spurred me on.
My hips snapped forward again, driving in harder, and as she screamed out her release I finally let go.
My balls drew up and pumped her full of cum, not stopping even after the last drop had been drained from me.
It wasn’t until my cock twitched and became overly sensitive that I finally pulled out and released her.
Her wrists were slightly red from being tied and I released her.
The handprint on her ass remained, and it looked like she might have slight bruising on her hip from how tightly I’d gripped her.
I wasn’t sorry, though. I liked seeing those marks on her, knowing they made her mine every bit as much as her ring, if not more so.
Cerys collapsed onto her side and I curled myself around her, drawing her tight against me.
She wiggled closer and made a contented humming noise.
I breathed in her scent and kissed the side of her neck.
My sweet wife. I might not have planned to get married so soon, or to a stranger, but I had a feeling that things would go well between us.
“Rest, myshka . I plan to take you again soon.”
She giggled softly. “Are you trying to get me pregnant right away?”
I growled and nipped at her ear. “Yes. I’m going to fill you with my cum until you carry my kid, and even then I won’t stop.
But next time, I have something else in mind.
You’ve given me your mouth and your virgin pussy.
” I reached between us and slid my fingers down the crack of her ass. “I want this too.”
“Such a caveman,” she murmured, but I could hear the smile in her voice.
Perhaps I was. I wouldn’t apologize for it.
I’d always been demanding in bed, and had typically taken what I wanted -- with the woman all too eager to give it to me -- but with Cerys it was different.
I didn’t want to scare her, and yet when I was inside her all I could think about was possessing her in every way possible.
My marks on her body, my cum filling her, seeing her pregnant with my baby, and knowing that I would be the only man to ever touch her.
She was the first virgin I’d ever been with -- would be the only one for that matter.
After she’d rested a bit, and my cock was hard and ready to go again, I had her back on her knees.
I used the hotel provided lube that came with the honeymoon suite and worked my fingers into her ass while I pinched and teased her clit.
I could see the strain in her body, but she didn’t deny me.
I needed this, needed to own every part of her.
“It might hurt the first time, myshka . But you’ll get used to it the more we do this,” I said as I placed the head of my cock against her tight hole.
I spread her ass open wide and slowly worked the head of my cock past the ring of muscle. She squeaked and whimpered, her body tightening. I murmured to her in Russian, trying to soothe her as I slid in deeper. When I was fully seated, I held her close and leaned back, holding her on my lap.
“Get your knees under you good, myshka . You’re going to ride me.”
“Wh-what?” she asked, giving me a startled look.
“Ride me.” I helped raise and lower her a few times, showing her what I wanted. The position gave me the perfect opportunity to work her pussy and play with her nipples.
As I got her close to her climax, my little myshka nearly went wild.
She rode me like she’d done it a hundred times, and when she came, it pulled my cum from my balls.
My cock jerked and twitched as I loaded her full of cum.
Holding her to me, I refused to release her just yet.
Being inside her was the best feeling in the world, and her ass was even tighter than her pussy.
I was still hard, could easily go again.
I lifted and lowered her, trying to gauge how much pain she was in.
I had no doubt she’d be hurting after me taking her ass for the first time.
As I worked her clit, she relaxed against me.
I circled, pinched, and smacked her clit.
It didn’t take long before she was coming again.
While she rode her high, I rocked her forward and took her ass again, driving in deep, taking what I wanted, what I needed.
I filled her up a second time, then eased from her body.
She was swollen and pink, but seeing my cum leak from her made me smile.
Yeah, I was a sadistic fuck, but I’d now claimed every part of my wife. I’d taken her virgin pussy, her virgin mouth, and her virgin ass. She was mine, and no one would ever take her from me. If anyone dared, I’d make them regret it.
Cerys slept, curled against me, and I felt a contentment I had never known before meeting her. My angel. My light. Marrying her was the right decision. Now I’d never have to let her go.