He toyed with her pearl, circling it. “Sucking my cock made you wet.”
And that pleased him.
Eleanora arched her back. “I like having you in my mouth.”
Hell and damnation.
He almost came from her words alone. He kissed her jaw, her shoulder, the curve of her breast. “I like watching you take my cock. Next time, I’ll spend in your mouth. Would you like that?”
The insistence of her hips and the soft sounds of need she made, along with a new rush of wetness on her sex, said that she would. Why had no one told him it would be this good, bedding his wife? Having a woman who was his alone? His to please, his to fuck.
“You would, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” she hissed, growing restless beneath him.
“Naughty minx.”
What a joy she was. He stroked her pearl harder, faster, giving her what she wanted until she stiffened beneath him, crying out. Bringing her to her release was his new favorite pastime. He wondered if he could convince her to start every morning by sitting on his face. He would happily devour her for breakfast.
Nando waited until the last of her tremors had subsided, and when she was pliant and sated beneath him, he knew he couldn’t last a second longer. Possessive pleasure shot through him as he gripped his shaft and notched himself against her. He rubbed his cock in her slick dew, up and down her swollen folds. The sound of her wetness was almost obscene in the hushed stillness of the chamber. He’d never heard anything better.
Until finally, he could take no more of the torture he inflicted on them both and pressed his slippery cock to her entrance. He had never taken a virgin before, and he wasn’t certain what to expect. This would be a first for them both. Leveraging himself on his forearm, he ignored the insistent pain in his arm as he guided himself into her. A shallow thrust of his hips, and he was encased in her snug heat, and he lowered his head to take her lips in a passionate, claiming kiss.
Mine, roared the beast within him.This woman is mine.
He couldn’t keep himself from pumping into her again. He was deeper, and she was hotter, tighter. Sweet Deus, the pleasure was enough to kill him, and he had only just begun. He lifted his head, the control he exerted over his rampaging body nothing short of miraculous.
“How does it feel, sweetheart?”
Her eyes were luminous, and he had never seen her more beautiful than this, under him, her body surrendering to his, passion making her cheeks flushed a becoming pink, her hair wild around her heart-shaped face. She was completely undone, wearing nothing but the glinting sapphires and diamonds at her throat and ears.
“Perfect,” she murmured, her kiss-darkened lips remaining parted for her ragged breaths.
“I don’t want to cause you any discomfort or pain,” he added. “Tell me if you wish for me to stop, and I will.”
She cupped his face, her touch almost reverent, looking at him with a countenance filled with tenderness, raw and profound. “Don’t stop.”
A growl of satisfaction was torn from him as he flexed his hips, harder this time, not stopping until he was fully inside her, her slick heat having swallowed the entire length of his cock. He remained still for a moment, overcome by the sensation of being fully seated within her, their hips pressed together, her cuntgripping him like a manacle. His heart galloped, his cock ached. It was the closest to heaven, no doubt, that a sinner like him would ever manage to find himself.
“Pain?” he gritted.
“None.” She caressed over his shoulders now, her fingers taking care to avoid his wound, then to his back. “It is different and new. I feel so full of you.”
“Because you are full of me.” He pumped his hips. “My cock is deep inside you.”
“Oh,” she breathed, awe in her voice. “Oh, that feels wonderful.”
He couldn’t agree more. Except perhaps he would argue that it felt better than wonderful, planted within her like this, their bodies pressed together, becoming one. He had never felt the true intimacy of a joining before. It had been pleasure, pure and simple. But being with Eleanora felt starkly different. Different in a way that alarmed him for its potency and newness.
He moved before he could allow any more maudlin sentiment to overtake him, consigning himself headlong to the lust pounding through his veins. He moved in and out of her, his thrusts slow and measured at first, allowing her to adjust to the strange invasion. He knew he was large and that she was untried; he had no wish to hurt her. And so, he kept himself on a tight rein, pacing himself, dropping kisses on her lips, her breasts, her throat.
Her hips began dancing beneath his, increasingly demanding. He sucked her nipple, and she moaned, arching her back. So, he sucked harder, tonguing the peak as he slid into her again and again. He had never been so lost. He was mindless; he was hers.
This English beauty fashioned of ice had turned to flame, and he wanted to burn in the glorious fire of her sensual awakening. Her nails raked down his back. She cried out his name. He kissedher throat, her shoulder, her ear. Thrust harder and faster, his sac tightening and aching until he knew that he would not last much longer.
Finally, Nando raised himself so he could drink in the sight of his thick cock gliding through her pink folds. He reached for the bud peeking from her sex, strumming over her as he had learned she liked, wanting her to come again as he watched himself fuck her. She rewarded him with a new rush of wetness sluicing down his cock.
“Come for me, my love,” he urged, barely capable of forming words. “Come on my cock. I want your dew all over me.”
