I needed Hayley as a starving man needed food.
I wanted her. Not just to consummate our marriage.
I wanted her love.
Chapter Seven
Hayley
As if Alaric controlled my body through magic, the touch of his mouth on mine, his hand on my waist, aroused me almost instantly. His tongue dancing with mine, licking my teeth, the masculine taste of him, sent my head reeling. Where his erection pressed against my lower body, my pussy flamed with a fierce and hungry heat.
That our hands were tied together added an erotic flavor to our kiss. I rubbed my hips against his, inviting more contact, letting him know without words how much I wanted him. How badly I needed him. He responded by lifting his hand to tangle his fingers in my hair, slanting his mouth against mine for a better angle.
He took my breath from me. Literally. I had to take a step back, gasp for air, my pussy leaching my arousal into my panties.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice both gruff and soft.
“Need – to breathe.”
His guttural chuckle sent a waft of his warm scent against my cheek. “I think this works better without our clothes.”
“You might be right.”
Still, getting undressed with one of our hands tied together proved cumbersome. And hilarious. We laughed, giggling like kids, as we kissed while Alaric worked to get my shirt off. That feat accomplished, he bent me backward, his cock hard againstmy loins, over his arm. His hot mouth sucked and nipped first my right breast then my left. I gasped, the raw pleasure sinking straight into my core.
Spreading my legs invited him to rub his still enclosed shaft against my crotch, a sensation that nearly had me orgasming then and there. Helpless against his strength, his muscular body, I endured the sweet, erotic torment until Alaric straightened and brought me up with him.
“Naked,” I groaned. “I need you.”
“As my queen commands.”
Awkward, we bumped heads while trying to get my pants and his trousers off. My garland tipped over my forehead, but I didn’t have a hand available to take it off. Giggling, we kissed as he kicked his pants away, and I unbuttoned his shirt.
He backed me toward his massive bed, his iron hard shaft pushed against my stomach. My garland at last fell off as we tumbled together onto the mattress, Alaric on top of me.
“Okay, this has got to go.”
He sent his flowers sailing into unknown territory, then squirmed down my body until his mouth was on level with my mound. I shivered at the first touch of his tongue on my clit. An apparent expert on going down on a woman, Alaric pressed his free hand and our bound hands on my hips to stop me from bucking them up and into his mouth.
“Oh, gawd,” I moaned, unable to move. “Oh, man, stop, oh, no, don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
Nor did he stop. The torture went on and on as he sucked and licked and nipped my clit until my juices gushed into his mouth. My pussy flared with a savage heat, my climax approaching at roughly the speed of sound. I cried out as it struck, my explosion ripping through me, my pussy walls clenching and unclenching in savage pleasure.
Weak, gasping for breath, I fell back onto a pillow. Alaric lifted his body over mine, his shaggy hair falling over his brow and eyes. I reached for and found his cock, but was unable to do much more than stroke my free hand up and down his hard length. Alaric hissed through his teeth.
“I’ll be gentle,” he whispered.
He nudged his cock’s head into my pussy. I moaned as he drove himself further in with each mild thrust, spreading me wide, working his way deeper while permitting my body to get used to his invasion. He was so big. My pussy welcomed him with another orgasm, oiling his shaft so that he slid in and out with ease.
I dug my fingernails into his back as my climax rolled over and through me. Sweat blossomed on my skin as the heat spread, flaring like flames I saw behind my closed eyes. Alaric’s thrusts speeded up until he hammered his shaft into me. His free hand lifted my butt high, allowing me to wrap my legs around his thrusting hips.
My third climax sent me over the edge. I screamed as I came, harder than ever, my pussy on fire, his cock slamming, our mingled sweat greasing our skin where it met. Alaric groaned through his tense jaw, his cock spasming within me.
He came as hard as I did, his body rigid, stiff atop mine, a long moan issuing from behind his teeth and striking my ear. He continued to thrust, hard, deep, his shaft blasting his come into my womb. His heavy body trapped my air in my lungs, making it hard to breathe. I sucked in as much air as I could as my climax deflated at the same time Alaric’s shaft went flaccid.
He rolled off of me, panting, breathing heavily. I lay on my back, gasping, as the cooler room air wafted over my hot, wet body. His jizz and my honey trickled from between my legs and dampened the bed’s cover beneath us.
Alaric rolled toward me long enough to loosen the rope that bound us together. “It’s done. We’re married.”
