Chapter 8 #2
I practically leap out of the rest of my clothes.
We’ve seen each other fully nude before, since there were several nights, here and there, when we almost gave in to each other, either at home or in the car.
But one of us would eventually pull back, knowing the wait would make our first coupling all the sweeter.
And sweet, my lady certainly is, when I drag her panties down her legs, and she hikes her knees up, beckoning me closer.
Settling my hips between her succulent thighs, I brace myself on my elbows, shivering with pleasure as I glide my cock between her pussy lips.
We’ve never made it quite this far before, and I fear I’m going cum long before I get the chance to slide inside her.
“Please, please,” she says, threading her fingers through my hair to push it back from my face. She arches from the bed, pressing her soft breasts against my chest, and lifts her feet to lock her ankles around my back. “Take me. I’m yours.”
“I wanted to take this slow,” I say, even as I jerk my hips back to guide my bare cock to her warm and wet entrance.
I gasp just making contact, her pussy stretching for my crown.
“I don’t want to rush this and disappoint you.
” It is a fear of mine, since we’ve waited and possibly built this up in our heads.
“You could never disappoint me,” Eden whispers, her brows pulling together. She kisses me and unhooks her ankles. “But, yes, you’re right. We have all night.”
I exhale a long breath of relief. “Thank you, my lady.”
I start with trailing kisses across her jaw and down her neck, pausing whenever I get to a spot that makes her breath hitch, giving it extra attention with my lips and tongue. Her hands are still tangled in my hair when I make my way to her chest.
“May I…” I pause and gather my courage to ask for something else we’ve never done but that I’ve long fantasized about. “May I drink from you, if that’s…if that’s not…or—”
Eden’s eyes are hooded with desire when she cups her heavy left breast and pinches her nipple, expressing a few drops of breastmilk. “Yes, you may.”
I have to flex my abs, tensing my thighs so I don’t cum when I lower my mouth, breathing in the sweet scent of her milk.
I groan as I close my lips around her nipple, hesitantly at first in case she decides she’d rather I stop.
But she moans, slipping a hand to the back of my neck, urging me to take more of her into my mouth.
I don’t want to take too much, since she’ll have to nurse in a few hours, so I pull away long before I want to, kissing across her chest to suckle from her right breast. I only sip enough to warm my belly, then continue on my path down her body until I reach her marvelously soft lower belly.
Kissing across the expanse of her hips, I trace one of her stretch marks with the tip of my index finger.
“You’re so incredibly beautiful,” I say, tracing another stretch mark. “It’s truly magical what your body can do. Bringing life into the world. I can’t wait to see it for myself, when you’re ready.”
Eden nods, her chest rising and falling faster as her breathing picks up.
We’ve discussed having more children. I’m ready now, but I’m content to wait until she is, especially since she’s about to start her cosmetology program to become a licensed hair and makeup artist. But even if that time never comes, and she wants to remain on birth control, I know I am already blessed beyond belief to have Ivy as my daughter, whom I will adopt after Eden and I exchange vows.
So long as we have Ivy, we have all we need.
“Touch me,” Eden whispers, flexing her hips.
“Yes, my lady,” I hum against her skin, trailing my lips down, then find her clit with my tongue.
I worship at the altar that is my Lady Eden, growing hungrier, even as I languidly lick her, pressing one finger into her tight channel, then two, then three to prepare her for my size.
I may be shorter than average, but my cock certainly is not, and I don’t want our first time to be marred by pain.
Eden’s back bows off the bed as I stroke in and out of her, dragging out her pleasure when she gets too close to climaxing, her pussy blooming open for me and weeping arousal. “Oh please, please, don’t make me wait any longer. Please!”
Nor can I wait, so I don’t. I pay closest attention to the spot inside her that has her hips writhing, and I strum it, increasing my pace until she clamps my head between her thighs, her toes curling near my shoulders, and she belts out my name.
I continue until her legs give out, her breasts bouncing with her chest heaving up and down.
I’m much quicker kissing my way up her body. Not a single moment in my life compares to the exquisite ecstasy of thrusting into my Lady Eden, our bodies as intertwined with each other’s as our hearts. She takes all of me without a wince, clutching me around my waist, urging me to go faster.
“I love you,” I whisper reverently against her lips when I hook her right knee over my arm and lift it toward her shoulder so I can go deeper. “You are my light, my lady, my love. I’m yours.”
“Yes,” she says with a gasp, pressing on my lower back, staring up at me as if I’ve personally hung the moon and stars for her. “My love, my lord, my Martin.”
I take her mouth, our tongues dancing together as I make love to the woman who will be my wife for the rest of my life.
Though I’d thought there was a high chance I would cum as soon as I thrust inside her for the first time, my body bends to my will, holding back my climax, even when she finds her second orgasm.
With a burst of strength, Eden rolls me over, straddling me with my cock still buried within her heat, deeper than before.
“My lady!” I moan, gripping her wide hips, helping her ride my cock like she would a saddled steed, her breasts bouncing ever more, my mouth watering for another taste of her warm milk.
Eden braces her hands on my chest as she rides me faster, her loose hair flowing around her shoulders, her lush asscheeks clapping against my thighs as I help her bounce higher, drowning out the music. Our coupling is my favorite song—one I wish to listen to every night.
“I’m going to cum again,” she says, her thighs tensing at my sides as her pussy grows impossibly wetter, soaking my lap.
She lovingly strokes the line between my abs, her jaw dropping when she moans louder.
Her voice is breathy when she splays a palm across her lower belly and says, “I want you to cum with me…inside me…here.”
I lay my hand atop hers, using my feet on the bed to pump up harder beneath her while I stare wildly into her eyes with all the love and adoration in the world.
My mind finally surrenders control to my body the moment Eden finds her third climax, and I fill my lady with every drop of my seed, pumping up into her until my energy is depleted and Eden lies her chest on mine.
“I knew it would be worth the wait,” Eden says, her back slick with perspiration beneath my hand, as I’m sure mine is as well.
“Would you say I have exceeded your expectations?” I ask, tongue in cheek.
“In everything you do,” Eden gushes, lifting only a few inches, combing her nails through my beard. “In every way, every single day, since you came into my life.”
“You as well, my lady.” I meet her lips for a kiss, though it’s short, with the two of us still laboring for breath. “My wonderful, purehearted, Eden.”
“Your soon-to-be Lady Eden McDonagh.”
I groan. “I’m getting hard again.”
“Are you, my lord?” Eden lifts herself and swivels her hips—a sensual dance that makes my cock swell until I’m fit to burst within her once more. “I wouldn’t mind another orgasm…or five, to make up for lost time. If you’re up for the challenge.”
I surge up, grab my angel around the waist, and flip us over, grinning as I lift her ankles over my shoulders. “Oh yes, my lady, I am.”