Chapter Sixteen #4
The palms of her sweating hands moved up his chest, her fingers digging into his shoulders as his mouth claimed her own.
Moaning noises sounded deep within her throat as Bose pulled her into a crushing embrace, smothering her with his maleness.
Kiss after kiss, their desire burned hotter and hotter until Summer abruptly found herself beneath him, the small bed groaning dangerously under their combined weight.
Straddling her luscious body, Bose fumbled with the stays of the amber-colored gown, listening to his wife’s gasps of passion in between loud, pathetic sneezes.
When the bodice of the garment came free, he removed the gown completely and set to work on her silky-soft shift.
Easily, it dislodged and before Summer realized her state, she was completely naked beneath him.
The warmth from his over-heated body shielded her from the chill of the room, protecting her.
Bose fumbled about again, his mouth still attached to her neck, and it wasn’t until he lay upon her completely that she realized he had removed his hose.
Naked and warm, he drew the coarse woolen blanket about them both.
Her legs were sandwiched between his massive thighs as a quivering hand gently traced her torso. When the searing kisses to her neck ceased, Summer opened her eyes to realized Bose was openly inspecting her nude body.
“Bose?” she whispered, disappointed that he had halted his scorching kisses. “What are you…?”
“God’s Beard, you are beautiful,” even his voice quivered with awe and desire.
Moving to her breasts, his hand moved in a gentle circle as his eyes sought her curious gaze.
“I am sorry this event could not take place in a comfortable bed with all the time in the world for foreplay and discovery. What I must do, I must do immediately, for every moment that passes is another moment that our location could be potentially discovered. If your father breaks down the door before I have had a chance to claim you completely, ’twill be ammunition for his cause. ”
She smiled faintly, her hand to the three parallel scars on his cheek that fascinated her so. “W-We have all night, do we not? Stephan will not tell where we have gone.”
He kissed her hand. “I trust your brother completely, but my charger’s tracks are distinct. If Breck and your father are intent to follow our trail, it will lead them here.”
Her smile faded. “Then… t-then they could be upon us?”
“Possibly. And I cannot take the chance that they would separate us before I have consummated the marriage.”
Her face darkened somewhat at the thought of being isolated from Bose.
And with that thought, fear such as she had never known blossomed within her chest, consuming her, drawing her clean of all control.
Throwing her arms about his massive neck, she pulled him close against her in a fit of possessiveness and desire.
“Then do it,” she murmured against his ear. “Make me yours, my darling. I am not afraid.”
His hands moved to her breasts, his lips to her shoulder.
Summer surrendered to him completely, wanting to know the power of his touch, to feel the magic of his emotions.
Two days of discovering passion and desire paved the way for a sensation that seemed to grow in intensity with every successive touch, every progressive kiss.
The more he caressed and lingered, the more she wanted.
His heated mouth was upon her nipples, drawing them into stiff little pellets.
He suckled her, bit at her, until Summer was panting with the heat of her unrestrained desire.
Sneezing onto the hands that held his dark head captive against her breast, she made little attempt to stifle her delightful moans against his onslaught.
His hands moved to her slender thighs as his mouth continued to work her nipples hungrily. Gently prying her legs apart, he shifted his weight and settled between them. As Summer instinctively wrapped her legs about his slender hips, his calloused fingers moved to her delicate virgin core.
As before, she started slightly when she felt his probing touch, forcing herself to calm as he whispered tender words of comfort.
Her natural apprehension banked somewhat as he invited her to watch his actions, acquainting her with her own body, its responses and reactions to his touch.
Summer watched with a calming mind and increasing fascination as Bose gently traced the dusting of dark-gold curls between her legs, telling her how pretty the thatch appeared to his hungry, amorous eyes.
She blushed steadily as he murmured softly on the beauty of her private junction, tenderly stroking the thick lips until she gradually came to relax.
Twice, he reached up to grasp her hand, insisting that she join him in his exploration, but she balked and giggled uncontrollably.
Smiling at her natural embarrassment, he continued to touch her as only he was capable.
God’s Beard, it had been so long since he had touched a woman in this fashion that he realized he had nearly forgotten the pleasure of it.
His massive fingers raked the patch of dark curls, the scent of her feminine musk tantalizing his nostrils and feeding his desire.
As Summer watched, he dipped his great head to deposit sweet, loving kisses along her groin.
Planting a deep kiss directly on the center of the hedge of delicate ringlets, he laughed softly when Summer leapt in maidenly shock.
“Easy, love, easy,” he murmured. “There is more to come.”
She nodded uneasily, smiling timidly into his lust-glazed eyes. Widening her already-spread legs, his hands stoked the back of her thighs and caressed the rounded curve of her buttocks before gently probing the glistening petals of her womanhood.
God’s Beard, she was slick as rain and he sighed raggedly as his finger slipped into her easily.
Summer gasped softly, her eyes closing to the initial surprise and wonder of his intimate action.
Bose groaned low in his throat as he withdrew his finger gently, slipping two into her with little resistance.
She gasped again and suddenly, he could hardly stand the excitement; as his control began to splinter in the wake of her obvious readiness, he mounted her with as much care as he could muster.
His throbbing member was hard and heavy as he pushed against her, gliding in effortlessly until the ruby-red tip of his phallus was buried.
Holding himself aloft from her body with one arm and gripping her tightly about the waist with the other, his black eyes met with her wide golden orbs and he smiled weakly, all of his strength and concentration centered on his careful, slow entry.
She smiled in return, biting her lip in anticipation of his breach, expecting the pain and discomfort that would accompany such an action yet oddly eager to know the experience just the same.
Forgetting his control, his indecisiveness, Bose collected her delicious body into his embrace and drove his eager member deep into her yielding body.
Listening to her soft gasps of shock, he kissed her deeply and passionately until she ceased to whimper.
Holding her tightly, he coiled his buttocks and drove into her slowly, again and again, introducing her to a world of passion.
Summer stayed with him, clinging to his lips, moaning softly with each successive thrust, and Bose felt his climax approach with blinding speed.
Abruptly withdrawing, he wrapped Summer’s hands about his erupting member, gasping with ecstasy as he spent himself upon her hands and his cousin’s mattress.
Sweating and breathing heavily from his exertion, he observed his wife’s expression as she watched the final surge of his orgasm die a lingering death within the palm of her hands.
“Good Lord,” she whispered, watching the pearl essence run down her flesh. “Are you all right? What happened?”
Amidst his panting, he laughed and snatched the edges of the blanket, wiping off her hands. “My pleasure, love,” when she looked puzzled, he laid her back to the bed and sought to clarify his statement. “My seed, as you called it.”
Summer watched him as he resumed kissing her breasts, her torso. “But… but you s-seemed to be in such pain. Does it hurt you?”
He laughed again, reaching the dark blond curls matted with moisture. “Not at all,” he said, descending upon her tender nub. “As you are about to discover.”
Summer opened her mouth to question his odd reply when he suddenly came to bear on the jewel of her femininity, teasing it gently with his tongue.
With a cry of surprise and a surge of pleasure, Summer’s legs draped over his massive shoulders and she once again found herself surrendering to his wonderfully experienced touch.
It was a matter of seconds before an explosion of stars pierced her brain, her loins and body wracked with euphoria such as she had never known.
“You have the power of life and death, husband,” she murmured after the ripples faded. “I know not in which state I find myself.”
Bose’s pulled her into his powerful embrace, smiling weakly. “Alive, love. As you have made me more alive than I have ever been in my life.”
Summer lifted her head, gazing at his relaxed, dozing face. “Then… then you were not d-disappointed by my lack of… that is, you have been married before and have had experience with this sort of thing. I have never even been kissed by a man until two days ago.”
He peeped an eye open, peering at her charmingly disheveled face in the weak light. “Well and good that you have not. I shall be the only man to touch you. Ever.”