Samuel needed a moment. His attempt to extricate himself from her hold was a failure. “Please don’t let me go.” She murmured grinding her backside against his body.
He tried to bite back his groan and failed. “Han-uel.” she moaned. There was no sweeter sound than his Hannah calling out his name. Yes, this definitely was a punishment of some sort. As her full, lush ass ground against him, her delicious sounds continued to reverberate. His hardness was a pole that her cheeks surrounded and massaged. How he held onto his control was a mystery. Something had to give. His cock was leaking.
Was this how he was going to spend his wedding night? Coming in his boxers with his wife’s ass grinding against him.
He was fighting so hard to hold on to the edge of sanity that it took him a moment to realise the sound of her breathing changed and movements halted. She was awake.
“Jagiya?” he called.
“Yes, I’m awake.” Her voice a whisper.
While she had stopped moving, she hadn’t shifted away from him. Even though he was certain she could feel the steel pressed against her. This time, it was he who moved against her. Pushing forward with his hips, he ground against her. When she moaned in response. He sent up a prayer to hold on to his control. It was not to be. She moved his hand to cup her heavy breast. His prayer changed to help him maintain his sanity. The moment his palm registered the diamond peak, he admitted defeat. The open palm of his hand rubbed against the hardened nipple of his wife. She let out a soft moan as he circled his thumb around it, applying just the right amount of pressure. He continued to push against her until his name left her lips.
This time when she moaned “Han-uel,” it wasn’t a sleepy utterance. He wasn’t a saint. Not by a long shot. “Jagiya?” he inquired. He was at a loss for words as his mind was flooded with lust.
“Please,” she requested.
Control was for a stronger man. Her plea unleashed his primal need for her. Hannah was about to come face to face with her husband’s desire.
“Please what?” he questioned.
She cupped her hand over his, squeezing. “As good as that feels, I still need you to answer my question.” He wouldn’t allow her to distract him.
The answer wasn’t forthcoming, but she ground against him. No, this wouldn’t work. He removed his hand from her breast. “No,” she protested.
“Please what?” he growled. He would give her what she asked for and so much more. Hannah just had to say the words. An exasperated groan escaped her lips.
He offered his assistance for her sake as well as his own. “Please what? Make you feel good?” he felt her nodding.
“Make you come?” his hand moved to her breast. This time, he didn't need her encouragement. He cupped her heavy globes. His thumb and forefinger rolled her tender tips with just enough pressure to cause her to hiss, “Han-uel.”
“Answer me!” He demanded. Samuel needed her words to release him.
“Yes. I need you.” She whispered.
“Louder, couldn’t hear you.”
Hannah found her voice, and boldness, “Please Han-uel I need to feel you.”
That’s what he needed. He threw the covers off of them.
“Lay back,” he ordered her while he worked off his boxers. Now that his cock was free, it bobbed in anticipation. She was on the precipice of her release. He needed to prepare her so she could adjust easily to his girth.
Samuel made quick work of freeing her of her gown and panties. The dark didn’t allow the visual inspection that he wished for, but he’d make up for it later.
“Are you sure?” He checked in a final time.
His acceptance this time was based on her actions, not on her words. It was enough for her to place his hand between her legs when she parted them. The feel of her springy curls and wetness spurred him into action. He positioned himself between her splayed thighs. The heady smell of her arousal made his mouth water. His cock jumped as the first taste of her ambrosia coated his tongue. Using his hands, he spread her legs wider. He moaned as his tongue swiped her folds, gathering more of her tangy citrusy taste. The taste of her sent a wave of pleasure coursing through his body. He savored the combination of sweetness and tartness, feeling his senses ignite with every lick. The feeling was both electrifying and intoxicating, leaving him hungry for more. He suckled her slick, hardened pearl into his mouth as a finger slipped between her folds. His senses heightened as he tasted her sweet essence, feeling her body respond to his tongue. His own desire grew, fueled by the intoxicating combination of her moans and the pulsing heat between her thighs.
Samuel wanted to spend more time lapping at her tasty desire, but his need was weighing on him. His need was a pressing hunger, gnawing at his insides with an intensity that demanded immediate attention. The desire to savor every moment with her battled against his own physical longing, leaving him torn between indulgence and necessity.
He added another digit. Curling his fingers, he pressed against her concealed spongy spot. As he applied pressure, her wetness soaked his digits. His touch intensified as her walls tightened and her thighs trembled. Her hands flew to his head, holding him captive as she sang his name. He continued flicking her bud with his touch until she begged him to stop. Her hands slipped from his head, freeing him.
His movement was swift as he moved to join her. Pressing a kiss to her lips, he shared her sweet taste with her in a passionate kiss. His need pulsed. He broke the kiss. “It’s been over two years. I was clean at my last check up a couple months ago.”
“Me too.” She shared. With that information out of the way, he had a green light. Positioning himself between her thighs. He instructed her to spread wide for him.
It felt like he was taking her innocence all over again as his bulbus head breached the heat of her core. He felt her flinch and stopped his movement. “Are you okay?”
