Chapter Sixteen #4
Bastian’s lips slanted over Gisella’s gently at first, acquainting her with his taste and touch, before growing more bold in his attention.
His kisses become more forceful, his tongue licking her lips, begging for an invitation inside.
When she didn’t understand what he needed, he showed her, listening to her gasp as his tongue invaded the sweet recesses of her mouth.
As he distracted her with sweet kisses, coaxing her awakening desire, he began to carefully remove her from her shift.
Between the covers being over them and his rather forceful kisses on her lips, face, and neck, Gisella hardly realized when he slipped her shift off of her shoulders and pulled it down her body.
She became aware only when she felt it slide off her buttocks.
But the covers were still up around her so she didn’t feel exposed, and the feel of his hot flesh against hers was both curious and exciting.
She didn’t fear it. In fact, she was interested enough to put her hands on his shoulders, feeling his warm flesh for the first time.
Bastian could hardly hold himself in check.
He’d never been with a more desirable woman in his life and the feel of her, the scent of her, was intoxicating.
He sucked her neck and her earlobe, gently, feeling her tremble beneath him, as his hands moved down her arms to her belly, stroking the soft flesh before moving to a full breast and gently cupping it.
Gisella gasped with surprise at someone other than herself touching her breast, but Bastian returned to her mouth, kissing her firmly as he pinched a tender nipple.
It wasn’t long before Gisella settled down and enjoyed the attention as he kissed a blazing trail down her neck, onto her chest, and took a hard nipple into his mouth to suckle firmly.
Gisella gasped and squirmed with delight, utterly at the mercy of Bastian as he wedged himself between her legs, parting her thighs with his knees.
At this point, all she could do was experience what he was doing to her, overwhelmed with it all, and his kisses moved from one breast to the other, tasting and touching, while his fingers moved to the warm, moist folds between her legs.
Her body was responding to him and she didn’t even realize it. All Gisella could focus on was the ecstasy he was creating within her. Her body, young and nubile, knew what it needed even if her mind did not. With his big body covering hers, Bastian brought up her knees and carefully mounted her.
The first thrust brought a sting but Gisella didn’t utter a sound.
Her eyes were closed and her back arched, and Bastian thrust again, feeling her tight, wet body draw him in.
It was more than he could have ever dreamed of, more beauty and lust than he could have ever comprehended, and he began to thrust into her, loosening her body up to receive him, showing her how it felt for a husband to join with a wife.
No fear, no pain, only genuine desire and joy.
Beneath him, Gisella’s hands latched on to his forearms as he braced himself and he felt such arousal in those small fingers clutching him.
He watched her as he made love to her, slightly elevated from her body now, and it was too much for him to take.
Her perfection, her full breasts jarring every time his pelvis bumped against hers, drove him over the edge and he spilled himself deep inside her.
But he wasn’t finished and he certainly wanted her to feel what he had experienced, so he stroked her wet folds with his fingers as he continued to thrust into her, feeling her release mere seconds later.
She had been so highly aroused that it hadn’t taken much at all.
Her body convulsed and the sounds of her frenzied gasping filled the air as Bastian eased her down off of her first release, his mouth eventually fusing with hers, kissing her with all of the emotion he was starting to feel.
And he realized, as he kissed her, that he was feeling more for her than he had originally suspected.
There was something about her that was burrowing deep inside him, heading straight for his heart.
But the kisses softened and eventually faded away, and Bastian withdrew himself from her and pulled her against him, holding her close.
The experience of their first coupling had gone better than he had dreamed possible, as if she was made for him and he for her, and they had accepted each other without trouble.
As he lay there, staring at the fire over the top of her dark head, a rather loud and rattling snore filled the room.
Since it wasn’t him, he could only assume it was his delicate new wife, and he broke out in soft laughter, giggling harder when she snorted in her sleep.
It was laughter of pure joy, for he was coming to feel quite inferior around her, thinking she was a perfect angel.
The snoring, at least, made her more human.
Unfortunately for him, he didn’t get much sleep that night, but he hardly cared. As far as he was concerned, he had found paradise.