Chapter 25 #2
Ecstasy burst within her, the sudden release of tension starting in her core and flaring through her body in a starburst of rapture. It pulsed and throbbed against his hand and fingers. Her cry of pleasure cut through the dark, wordless and passionate.
His mouth moved away from her nipple, but she barely noticed as his hand kept moving, kept pressing, pushing her on wave after wave of sensational bliss as his tongue began to trace patterns on her stomach.
Kalina could barely think straight anymore, gasping and shuddering for breath as the intensity of the sensations consumed her body.
The soft wetness of his tongue moved lower and lower. It was not until she felt his hot breath against her mound and swollen lips that she had the first suspicion of his intention.
But no… he couldn’t…
Except, it seemed, he could.
His shoulders pressed her thighs wider as his tongue laved over the sensitive flesh between her legs.
Kalina shrieked in surprise, trying to close her legs around him, though she did keep her hands firmly gripping the headboard.
Sliding his fingers from her body, he wrapped his arms around her legs, his hands pressing against the soft skin of her inner thighs as he pried them apart.
If she had not already been lying down, she might have fainted as he kissed her nether lips, parting them with his tongue and licking up the wetness between.
It felt utterly scandalous, even compared to how he’d been touching her before.
The sensations were more than she could stand, yet she had no choice.
Air wafted over her sensitive nipples, still moist from his attentions, while her body began to clench and tighten again.
She thrashed her head back and forth on the pillow, gasping as the tension built even faster this time, the ministrations of his feasting tongue and lips sending her pleasure higher and higher.
The crest was heaven and hell, as she was so much more sensitive than before, the assault of sensations so much more intense.
Rather than bursting inside her and spreading, they rushed through her, pummeling her like a monsoon storm.
Tears had gathered in her eyes, sliding from the corners and down into her hair and her pillow, but they were not tears of pain or distress.
They were tears of overwhelm.
Of soul-wracking pleasure.
Of being physically shattered, yet made whole at the same time.
When her husband finally lifted his head, Kalina was practically delirious. Her head spun. Her body throbbed. She felt utterly boneless.
“Let go of the bed.” His voice was deep. Rumbly. Husky.
Kalina released her grip, and her fingers ached from having held it so tightly for so long.
Gripping her hips, he turned her over.
She gasped at the sensation of her nipples brushing against the sheets as he pulled her hips back toward him, forcing her to bend at the knees and lifting her bottom into the air.
Everything felt so sensitive, she could hardly bear it, yet she knew she must because he had yet to actually engage in what her mother had described as the marital act.
Something thick and hard prodded at her womanhood, much thicker than his fingers, then began to push in.
His fingers wrapped around her hips, holding her in place as he began to stretch her open, and she cried out at the shocking sensation of being duly invaded.
As strange as his fingers had felt inside her, this was even more so.
It did hurt, a little, the way her mother had warned her it might, but she was so slick, so relaxed from the bouts of ecstasy, it was far easier than it might have been if he’d attempted this when he’d first entered her bed.
With her cheek pressed against the pillow, Kalina moaned, shuddering as he retreated, then thrust in deeper. Far deeper than his fingers had gone.
The intimacy of having him inside her so fully, stretching her so wonderfully, was even more so than even his mouth.
She could feel him sliding deep into her body, connecting the two of them in a dance as old as time.
His guttural groan as he pulled out, then thrust forward for a third time, sliding all the way inside her until his groin bumped up against her bottom, sent a shiver down her spine.
“Bloody hell, your pussy is perfect for my cock,” he muttered.
The strange words revolved around her head. A cat? And a rooster? Odd choices, yet somehow, here in the dark, they fit together as perfectly as he did with her.
Kalina did not know if she was supposed to answer since he had told her to hush, but a moment later, he was pulling away again, then thrusting in, and it did not matter because she had no voice, anyway.
He moved inside her, retreating and advancing, his fingers gripping her tight as he thrust into her from behind.
The sensation of his slick glide, some part of him slapping against the swollen nub of her clitoris as he did so, sent her on paroxysms of pleasure again.
There was no climb—she had already reached the precipice multiple times.
This was almost as though she was caught up in the wind and taken up to the clouds, twisting in its grip and unable to escape the waves of pleasure that were so intense, they were almost painful.
Every thrust had his cock touching some part of her that sparked and flared with renewed rapture, and she sobbed in agonizing ecstasy as the sensual assault went on and on and on.
His pace picked up, taking her harder, faster, and she cried out, the sound muffled by the pillow as she turned her face into it. The wetness of where her tears had soaked into the fabric moved over her skin as the overwhelming sensations wracked her already rattled senses.
Hereford let out a wordless cry, burying himself inside her. She could feel him, hard and hot and thick and pulsing. Her body gripped him, squeezing the thick length of his cock, as warmth filled her.
His seed.
Slowly, the grip on her hips relaxed. One arm slid under her, holding her against him as he rolled them onto their sides, his hardness still buried inside her. Kalina felt the warmth of his body against her back, his hard muscles holding her tightly.
His nose was buried in her hair, and he inhaled deeply, his grip on her waist slowly loosening.
Everything felt right with the world.
With him wrapped around her, her body both exhausted and sated, she closed her eyes and immediately fell asleep.