Chapter 8 - Feliks
A deep sigh escaped my lips as I let the last droplets of warm water from the shower hit my body before I turned it off. Bathing had done much to calm my aching nerves.
I straightened my back and watched the water dripping from my body stroll down the white tiles of the bathroom floor toward the drain till it disappeared. There were a few sprinkles of blood mixed with the water, washed away alongside it.
I grabbed my towel and slipped on a pair of gray sweatpants after I’d dried my body.
I stopped in my tracks abruptly as I stepped out of the bathroom.
My bride was sitting awkwardly on her side of the bed.
She was already in her pajamas, shorts, and a thin, tight camisole, which showed enough skin to put any man on the edge.
Her breasts pushed against the thin material like they were begging to be free, her pointed nipples visible through the thin material, like they were trying to poke me in the eye.
Now that I got to take a closer look at her, I noticed features I hadn’t seen when I’d first met her.
Her milky-white skin glittered under the room's bright light, making every nerve in my body itch to touch it.
Her strawberry blonde hair fell loosely over her shoulders, doing little to mask her delicate skin. Her green eyes looked up at me and stared deeply into my eyes for a very short period before she looked away.
There was something about her that endeared her to me and, at the same time, made me want to protect her.
The way she sat at the edge of the bed with her thighs pressed tightly together, her hands placed over them. She was nervous. She bit softly on her bottom lip, subtly drawing my attention.
Her lips were full, succulent, the color of crushed berries.
I’d begun to imagine how soft they would feel and what it would feel like running my lips over hers. I couldn’t help but wonder what they would taste like. The thought caused me to run my tongue over my lips and press them together.
Her innocence and nervousness struck a chord, tickling my nerves unimaginably and surprising me. Usually, this would have annoyed me, especially when she pursed her lips, but it did the opposite instead.
I tried to compare her with the girl in the picture that had been shown to me earlier, and I had no idea if what I felt was thankfulness for the fact that the girls were switched.
I was equally sure that whatever hitch I felt in my heart at the sight of her sitting all huddled up was lust over her delicate body. I wanted to run my hands over her skin and feel its softness against my hands. I wanted to sink my teeth into the soft skin on her neck, peeking out from her hair and biting down softly on it so I could hear her whimper.
I wanted to touch her in unimaginable places while locking eyes with her. I wanted her green eyes to look into mine while she begged for mercy as I claimed her.
The thoughts of everything I wanted to do to her body were making my blood rush south, and I felt my erection start to form.
The sound of her shuffling her uneasy feet on the ground brought me out of my long train of thought, and I realized that I’d been standing there for too long, just staring at her. She took my breath away.
I stepped toward her, noticing a slight shiver from her when I got closer.
She looked perfect.
The way her long lashes concealed her eyes made a slither run down my spine, and I made her raise her head to meet my eyes. Pretty green eyes stared back at me, and I felt more turned on. She was doing things to me that I’d never experienced before.
I reached out a finger toward her, running them across her face. My fingers touched her soft, bare skin; it felt heavenly, the most sensual thing I’d experienced for the most extended period. For some reason unknown to me, I felt my body react immediately; adrenaline kicked in, and at that moment, I realized that I wanted her more than ever.
I moved forward a little, and she fidgeted, unsure of herself. That was one of the things I loved most about her.
The look in her eyes as she looked back at me was confusion and excitement. I found myself searching for ways to get her to stay calm and feel comfortable with my touches, but the other part of me, the ruthless part, thought it would be weak to reassure her. She was my wife; we were married already, and awkwardness was unnecessary.
I understood she was scared of me—who wouldn’t be?
I expected to get annoyed as she fidgeted when I touched her, but surprisingly, I didn’t mind. My hardness pressed against the thick material of the sweatpants I had on, and I immediately knew that it wouldn’t take long before I completely lost it.
With a firm grip around her arms, I spun her around so she could face me on the bed.
A soft gasp escaped her lips, and her terrified eyes looked up at me, but she did not make any effort to get away.
When I noticed her fear, I tried to make it easier on her.
It was her first time, so I had to be careful not to spook her.
Our eyes locked for a second, I was slightly amused at how nervous she looked and how easy it was to read and understand her emotions just by looking into her delicate green eyes. But at the same time, I was drowning in her gaze.
The next few moments had her open up to me slowly; her lips crashed against mine, like one who had no experience with kisses.
She was starting to move against me, and I pulled her against my body so that her soft breasts were pressing hard against my bare chest. I forcefully deepened the kiss while holding her tightly to my body until she had no choice but to let me in.
My hands, which were holding tightly onto her hands, slowly snuck away from her arms and down her body, pressing hard on it occasionally. Thankfully, she was starting to loosen up and getting the hang of it even if she was inexperienced. I didn’t want to hurt her.
I broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. She was looking back at me—the nervousness was still there, but it was mixed with something else, which was challenging to read, but I didn’t let that distract me.
I pulled her to myself again, only this time, I didn’t capture her lips in mine again. I leaned further down and bit lightly on the delicate skin on her neck after carefully shoving the hair that had initially fallen over her shoulders backward.
I was finally able to draw a soft moan from her lips with that single action. That seemed to act like a stimulation for me because I felt my erection kick harder against my pants.
My hands continued to roam her body while I kissed her neck until my hand encircled her chest and grabbed her breasts. This drew another moan from her lips.
Her breathing had become two times faster now; her body was getting warmer, and I felt her nipples stiffen.
Her body’s reception to my touches increased my want for her and gave me the go-ahead to explore her body, which I did without any hesitation.
She relaxed more, and after a while of intense romance, she was lying under me on the bed while my big frame covered her petite body.
I’d initially taken off the thin top she had on so her bare breasts were pointing at me and calling my attention to them, but I chose to ignore them for the time being and went to her lips instead. I captured them in mine, kissing her deeply and even more roughly than before. She was still hesitant, so I pulled back to look into her eyes, which were wide open and staring back at me.
“You are my wife now, Jenna, and I am your husband. There is no need for all this awkwardness; relax, let me have your body. I’ll make you feel good, and I promise not to hurt you.” I locked eyes with her.
After that, I leaned down and kissed her again, and this time around, she didn’t hold back. Her body worked on impulse, and she reciprocated the kiss while her tiny hands went over my body to rub my back slowly.
I pulled away from the kiss to look into her eyes again.
They were still doubtful as she looked back at me, but the other look I saw in her eyes had intensified, and I immediately read it as desire. She wanted me as much as I wanted her, but she didn’t want to admit it, maybe because she was nervous.
After a few more minutes, my hand moved down to her warm and moist center. Another gasp escaped her lips when I stroked her there, and her grip around me tightened.
I teased her a few more times before I reached out and pulled off the shorts she had on; she was completely naked in front of me now. At first, she was self-conscious, but after a while, she finally relaxed and let me touch her.
She was gasping and trashing under me now, but I wanted to tease her more for the stress she’d put me through. Her lips parted occasionally, but no words came out.
When I’d teased her to my satisfaction, I finally pulled off my sweatpants, holding my manhood in my hand; I carefully guided it to her opening.
A soft gasp escaped her lips at first contact, and her face looked like that of one who was in pain. I didn’t think much about it until I met with resistance while trying to enter her.
I paused when I understood the awkwardness, nervousness, and why she was so tense initially. She was a virgin.
I had no idea why, but the thought of that intensified my arousal.
However, I didn’t want to hurt her, so I slowed down and moved more gently until I overcame the resistance.
Her moans filled the room as I went in and out of her, first in slow rhythm, then gradually, I increased my pace.
She lay under me while I lay on top of her, slamming into her while supporting myself with my arms resting on either side of her on the bed.
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as I slammed into her once more, and it fueled my movements as I chased my orgasm. I claimed her lips in a kiss, and she responded immediately.
She was so soft and pliable underneath me, and I couldn’t help but take it all in as she held onto me like I was an anchor and moaned loudly into our kiss. She kissed me so passionately that we had to break apart for a little bit, both gasping for air and trying to regain our bearings as the aftershocks of pleasure pulsed through us.
My hand ran down her body until it settled on her right thigh. It wasn’t long before my thumb found her small bundle of nerves just above her sex that caused her to moan again, louder than before. She gripped me tightly while pulling at my hair, bringing us closer together, kissing me harder and longer now. The pressure on my hard length increased, and I could already feel myself getting close.
I wanted this moment to last forever, but I began to speed up the pace. She gasped and began rocking herself against my cock. Soon, she was screaming out her pleasure as her walls tightened around me, and the action was the tipping point for me; a growl tore out of my throat, and I pulled out to shoot my cream all over her stomach.
We lay next to each other, breathing heavily as I tried to slow my heart rate down. I reached over and stroked her back, which had become damp with sweat despite the cool temperature, and wiped away some of the beads of sweat that ran down her neck. Her skin looked even paler in the bedroom's darkness, and when she turned toward me, I could see she was smiling.
I leaned forward and kissed her gently at first and then harder when she didn’t protest or pull away from me. We eventually pulled back from each other and stared at one another for several minutes without saying anything. I could definitely get used to this.