Chapter 14 #3
Emboldened, I continued, my fingertips learning the contours of his body.
The more I touched him, the more the feelings within me grew.
I loved the way his body rippled and moved, the play of muscle, the way his skin grew taut when he inhaled sharply as I brushed my fingers against that male part of him, which jutted forward. I hesitated there, uncertain.
“Go on,” he urged, his voice rough.
The moon’s brightness enabled me to see, though not as well as I would have preferred. Enough to see that he was thick and long. Lightly, I trailed my fingers over the length of him. His skin was soft and smooth as velvet, an intriguing discovery, and as I investigated him, he seemed to grow.
“Is it…growing larger?” I asked, intrigued but also a bit concerned.
I was small. Alexander was a big man. Everywhere, it seemed.
He chuckled, a low, pleasant rumble. “That is the effect you have on me, Maddie mine.”
I stroked him with a firmer touch, my fingers naturally wrapping around him. He made another sound deep in his throat, one that sounded almost like pain.
I withdrew my touch at once. “Have I hurt you?”
“Goodness no. I love your hand on my cock. Does it please you to touch me so?”
“Yes.” The word was hardly sufficient to describe what was happening inside me. Yearning, longing, desperation melded as one. “I like the way you feel, so soft and silken and yet so firm.”
“Give me your hand.”
I placed my hand in his, and he guided me back to him, shaping my fingers around his length. As one, we stroked him from the base to the tip. “Be firm,” he added. “Like this.”
I liked touching him. Pleasing him. His cock was weighty and insistent, slick at the tip. I circled my thumb over the blunt end.
“Just like that,” he praised.
He allowed me to continue touching and exploring him, his cock, the heavy sacs at the base, until he groaned again and took my lips, his kiss growing less polished now, almost as if he were overcome with need. His tongue sought entry, and I granted it, kissing him back, my own tongue meeting his.
His hands returned to my body, cupping my breast again, this time without the barrier of the night rail.
I moaned into his mouth as he gently guided me back so that I was lying on the bed again.
When his lips left mine, I was about to protest until I felt them elsewhere, raining kisses down my body.
My throat to my breasts. He dipped his head, and he took my nipple into his mouth, sucking.
I cried out, back bowing from the mattress, sliding my fingers into his hair.
I held him to me, greedy for more as he moved to my other breast and licked and sucked.
For a moment, I had been too distracted by the divine feeling of his mouth at my breast—shocking, yet wondrous—to take note that his hand had coasted to my hip.
Slowly, he moved my legs apart until he found the center of me, where I longed for him most.
His touch was sure and knowing, parting my folds, seeking the knot of pleasure that was hidden within.
Gently, he swirled his fingertips over my swollen bud.
My hips jerked, and a cry left me as he continued sucking on my breasts, alternating between the two all the while.
I was so overwhelmed, buffeted by a maelstrom of desire and new sensations.
“Alexander.” I moaned and writhed, shameless for him, forgetting about my nervousness.
All I knew now was that I wanted—nay, needed—more.
He seemed to understand, his fingers moving on me with greater insistence, faster, the pressure increasing.
My body moved with a mind of its own, my fingers grasping his hair, my breasts arching to meet his lips, my lower body pumping furiously against his hand.
The pleasure, when it grabbed upon me, was sudden and intense. Something within me seized, and I trembled beneath the force of my release. Bright pinpricks of light seemed to speckle my vision, and my breath caught in my lungs. Spasm after spasm rocked through me.
But Alexander wasn’t finished. He withdrew from me, and I mourned the loss of his touch until he moved over me, positioning himself between my spread thighs.
I reached for him, clutching at his shoulders, clinging to him.
He lowered his head toward mine. Our lips aligned as if they had been made for each other.
He kissed me sweetly, deeply, and brushed his cock over my folds, lingering to tease my bud.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured.
“You never could,” I reassured him without knowing if it was true.
I understood that there was pain a woman’s first time. But I trusted Alexander. I entrusted myself to him. He was mine, and I was his.
“Tell me if I should stop.” He slicked himself up and down my folds, the smooth sound of my wetness rising in the hushed stillness of the night, accompanied by our ragged breathing.
I was sure I would never want him to end. And I opened my mouth to tell him so, but then his lips returned to mine, sealing over them, and he fed me his tongue. In the next instant, I felt him press against me below.
Then into me.
The initial give of my body to his was difficult. As I had thought, I was small and he was large. I stiffened with discomfort.
He stopped. “Concentrate on me, love. On the pleasure. Relax for me.”
His fingers were on me again, teasing the already swollen bud.
I did as he told me, concentrating on the pleasure sparking through me, on his big, protective body against mine, on his lips, so firm and skilled, angling over mine.
He thrust into me with painstaking slowness, my body stretching.
There was another pinch, but this time, it was drowned out by the steady pulse of his fingers over me.
I twisted into him as the second wave of sparkling bliss hit, beginning in my core and exploding through my body as he pushed the rest of the way inside me. He was lodged deep, his chest pressed to my breasts, his mouth on mine.
“That’s it, Maddie,” he murmured. “Let me love you.”
I held him tightly as he moved, his hips pumping, then retreating, then thrusting forward again, filling me anew.
Nothing could have prepared me for this.
I was raw and yet so incredibly fulfilled.
I ached, pleasure to the point of almost pain, as he moved in and out of me, claiming me, making me his wife in deed.
And he hadn’t been wrong. This was nothing like the animals.
This was so much more, the exhilarating union of heart and body and even soul, or so it seemed to me as another shudder rocked through me.
I was coming undone yet again, the driving glide of his cock taking me to the edge.
He stiffened and moaned my name, throwing his head back as he surrendered to the sweet oblivion of desire.
I felt the hot rush of his seed, and I reached for him again, pulling him back down to me for a kiss as his cock throbbed deep within me.
It was in that moonlit moment, our hearts pounding and bodies joined, that I knew I was in love with my husband.