As her hands and lips continued their intimate dance, Marcus found himself lost in the sensations, his body trembling on the brink of release. With newfound courage, Selina traced featherlike kisses along Marcus' manhood, each delicate touch sending shudders through his body. As he hardened even more in her soft hands, he felt as though he might burst from the intensity of the sensations coursing through him. Her soft lips moved with tender care, leaving no part of him untouched by her affection.
Selina used one hand to push her hair out of the way, and Marcus watched as she took a deep breath and enclosed her mouth around his manhood. She began to suck on him slowly, pulling back and forth in a tantalizing rhythm. Marcus couldn't help but let out a low moan, his arousal heightened by her occasional gasps for breath between her ministrations.
"Am... am I doing well?" Selina asked, her words muffled by his manhood as she continued to pleasure him with her mouth. The vibrations from her voice only served to intensify the pleasure Marcus experienced.
"More than well," Marcus managed to choke out before he could catch himself. He knew he was nearing the edge, and if he allowed her to continue like this, he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. With a gentle, yet firm hand, he stopped her movements, guiding her away from him. "It's my turn now."
He raised her up so that she was level with him and claimed her lips in a passionate kiss. Their desire mingled, and he could feel her heart beating wildly against his chest. Then, with utmost care, he lowered her down onto the grass, the coolness of the ground contrasting sharply with the heat radiating from their bodies.
She gasped his name as the power of his body pinned her to the soft earth. Her legs rose on either side of his hips and for a moment they remained poised, loins pressed together and achingly awaiting the moment of unity.
It had happened once but this felt like a new first time. It was the first time as husband and wife. That was enough to make it the first time all over again. Marcus’ face was inches above hers and she lifted her head to kiss, wanting the taste of his mouth, wanting to feel his hot, panting breath against her face. His body twitched against her, feeling as though it were straining to be released, and the idea of that made her giddy with desire. The air about them became hot, as though they had been transported to the far, distant tropics.
Marcus leaned down to capture her lips in a tender kiss, the warmth of her mouth sending ripples of anticipation through his body. As they kissed, Marcus slowly entered her, feeling the tight embrace of her body around his manhood. Selina surrendered and fought at the same time, clawing Marcus’ body even as she opened herself to him.
Their movements were slow and deliberate at first, each thrust filled with passion and a sense of discovery. As the fire between them grew, so did the urgency of their bodies. Marcus picked up his pace, going harder and faster, driven by the need to bring them both to the heights of pleasure.
Selina's moans grew louder, her nails scratching at his shoulder blades, urging him on. The sensation of her delicate fingers combined with the feel of her body pulsing around him was intoxicating. Marcus couldn't help but groan in response, the sound mingling with Selina's cries in a symphony of desire.
Desperate to elicit more of those sweet sounds from her lips, Marcus reached down to cup her breasts, his thumbs grazing her sensitive nipples before taking them between his fingers. He gently pinched and rolled them, delighting in the way Selina arched her back and moaned even louder. He leaned down to capture one in his mouth, lightly biting as he continued to thrust into her.
"Please," she gasped, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy, "please never stop."
This fragile plea sent a surge of possessiveness through him, the knowledge that he alone could give her such pleasure only heightened his arousal. As he moved within her, Marcus couldn't help but marvel at the intensity of their connection, the way their bodies seemed to fit together so perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle finally locking into place.
With the moonlight casting a soft glow over their entwined bodies, Marcus gently spun Selina around so she was lying face down against the cool grass.
He took a moment to admire the quivering form of his duchess, laid out before him like an offering to some ancient god. Her rear was raised ever so slightly, a perfect curve that beckoned to him. With a subtle grin, he reached out and gave it a firm slap, causing her to squeal in delight.
"Marcus, stop!" she squealed playfully, her hands going behind her to shield herself. But they did little to hold him off. Laughing, he pulled her hands away as he slapped her rear again, causing her to wriggle beneath him. And then again, and once more, until a hint of redness resembling the print of his hand marked her as his own. “How dare you treat your new duchess like—oh!”
With a sudden thrust, his length entered her once more, relishing the sensation of her tightening around him. Selina moaned, her body shuddering with new-felt pleasure as he entered her deeper than before, his stone-hard abdomen tucked firmly against her rear.
He leaned further over her back so that his lips were next to her ear and whispered, “Sorry, couldn’t help myself.” Gently, Marcus began to thrust into her, his rhythm smoother and more intimate this time. He could feel the delicate contours of her body beneath him, the way her curves fit perfectly against his own. His hands roved over her rear, grabbing and squeezing it possessively, as if to stake his claim on her.
"Ah, Marcus," Selina moaned softly, her breath hitching in her throat as he picked up the pace, her frame rocking back and forth with his. Every stroke brought forth a fresh wave of pleasure, their bodies entwined in a passionate dance of desire.
"I’m going to have you every night like this from now on," Marcus whispered hoarsely, his voice thick with emotion as he captured her arms and tucked them behind her back. This new position allowed him to delve even deeper into her, their bodies now pressing against each other with vehemence. Selina's moans grew louder, as she tried to anchor herself amidst the storm of sensations.
"Marcus... I can't hold on much longer," she gasped, her voice wavering with need.
"Neither can… I," he admitted, his breath hot against her neck as he continued to plunge into her depths.
With one final, powerful surge, Marcus felt the dam within him shatter, his climax roaring forth like a tidal wave. Selina's body tightened around his manhood, her cries of ecstasy mingling with his own guttural groans. Their souls seemed to merge together in that moment, two flames melding into one as they burned brightly, fiercely. He felt a slow, arduously blissful release inside of her, and then his muscles relaxed again.
As their passion subsided, Marcus carefully lowered himself onto Selina, his lips pressing tender kisses against her neck. He slowly withdrew from her, feeling the sweet ache of their separation, before collapsing beside her on the grass. The night air was cool against their heated bodies, sweat glistening on their skin like dewdrops on a flower.
"That," Selina whispered, her voice filled with awe and wonderment as she snuggled against his side. "That was... I've never felt anything like that before. It was… surreal."
His arm wrapped around her protectively. "Then I will make certain you feel this way with me every day from now on."
As they lay there, their hearts beating in unison beneath the blanket of stars overhead, Marcus knew that what they shared went beyond mere physical pleasure. Their love transcended boundaries, a connection forged in the very fires of passion itself. And as they drifted off to sleep, entwined in each other's arms, they knew that they had been irrevocably changed by the intensity of their union.
CHAPTER33
Birdsong awoke Marcus, followed by the tickle of morning air against his bare skin. He stirred on his soft bed of moss. Next to him, he was aware of Selina’s warm body pressed against him. She was murmuring in her sleep, her lips moving against his shoulder, one arm and one leg draped over him. A glorious lethargy held his body in rapture. He didn’t want to move, didn’t want to disturb Selina, or end the union their two bodies enjoyed. His eyes opened and he saw sunlight dappling the ground around them where it filtered through the drooping willow branches. Sleep had been a long time coming for both of them and the willow had seemed the most private place on earth. He ran his hand over her shoulders and across her back.
She responded by squirming closer, tightening her embrace. Selina lifted her head and opened her eyes. For a long moment, they looked into each other’s eyes, needing no words. He could see the same thoughts in her mind as was in his. Selina smiled languidly and lifted her head to kiss him. For a long time, Marcus savored the slow, gentle movement of her lips against his. Then Selina pushed herself up onto her elbow, shaking her hair from her face. They were both completely naked but Marcus felt no embarrassment and Selina showed none.
