“I want to!” I say and it sounds like a growl. “I really, really want to.”
Jack’s face flushes even more. His head drops back onto the pillows. He stares at me with a deep hunger all of his own.
My hips move. Giving Jack pleasure is an act of worship. One I gain immense satisfaction from performing. Pleasing him well and thoroughly is going to be an act of divinity.
I hold my hand out and use a surge of magic to call a bottle of oil to me. Jack’s eyebrows rise and he chuckles low and deep.
“That impatient, huh?”
I fight my blush. “Yes.” Surely he knows how he affects me?
I shift position, and in perfect choreography, Jack spreads his legs for me.
Heat coils in my belly. My cock has never been harder. My desire has never burned stronger.
I cover my hands with oil. One hand goes to his cock, the other to his hole. Jack groans, and his hips twist upwards in supplication.
The image burns into my mind. Jack is twice my size. Lying beneath me, pliant, submissive, biddable, and best of all, relaxed, calm and at ease. There is no fear coming from him. There isn’t even any unease.
There is only trust and contentment. Lust and pleasure.
It’s enough to make my heart burst from the joy of it. Jack trusts me. Wants me. He has bestowed upon me the greatest gift ever to have been given. His faith.
My hands get to work. Playing with his cock while teasing his hole.
Jack moans and falls into the pleasure I am giving him. He is soft and obedient. I love seeing him like this. My strong and muscular pillow princess.
His hands return to my horns, and a deep groan escapes me as euphoria chases the last remaining rational thoughts away.
Now there is only Jack. Our hands on each other. Our marriage bed our entire universe. Our hearts and breaths synchronising. We are becoming one. One being, joined together by pleasure and love.
I sink an oiled finger into him. He cries out, and I growl in response. His body is tight and hot and everything I amburning for. I am craving this with a passion brighter than the sun.
I want Jack. I need him. I have to sink into him and hear him cry out in joy.
But I can’t rush. These things can’t be hurried. It has to feel so, so very good for him. No pain, no discomfort. Only rapture.
I ease a second finger into him. His hips lift off the sheets, and his cock throbs in my other hand. A bright bead of precum forms on his slit. I want to bend down and claim it for my own, lick it up with my tongue, but Jack is gently working my horns and the bliss is far too intense to leave.
This moment is perfect. My heaven. My paradise. Jack’s joy is turning the air sweet. His cock is silken and firm in my palm. My fingers are enveloped in his tight heat, and his hands are on my horns, each brush sending lightning jolts of glee through me.
I’m soaring. Flying high. Exulting in the knowledge that sex can be like this. This is holy. Profound. Life-changing.
“Dyfri… Please!”
Jack’s garbled plea is fresh fuel for my passion. I can feel my horns swelling and thickening. The orgasm that is brewing within my soul is going to rewrite my very essence. I’m never going to be the same again. I’m going to be better. Reborn into the shape of Jack’s love.
I move my hands. Jack whimpers in protest. I roll on top of him, and he falls quiet in anticipation.
He wants me. Needs me to sink inside of him and fill him. He is craving my cock. Yearning for me to take him.
My face hurts. I think I’m grinning. I think this is what happiness feels like. And I’m glad that Jack is the firstone to bestow this feeling upon me. It feels right that it is him. He is worth waiting a lifetime for. Worth all the years of unhappiness. Because they have all led to this. This moment. Jack. My husband.
“Dyfri, I need you!”
His head is thrown back. His body is all but writhing. I can’t keep him waiting any longer. He is ready. Ready to take me.
I line my cock up to his hole. Jack cries out. A sound that is pure music.
