Thalia’s eyes flicked up to meet Caspian’s. His eyes were hungry, and he let her see just how much. Their bodies were pressed together, and she could feel already how hard he had turned in his breeches, just as she could feel the racing of his heart and the trembling of his limbs.
He let go of her hand and rested his fingers under her chin. He licked his lips as he looked from her lips and back to her eyes. They had told one another how they felt. They had proven it these last two days. But there was one more thing they needed to do…
And if we don’t do it soon, I might just explode.
That was when Caspian kissed her fully on the lips. She accepted the kiss, breathing him in as if it was life itself. Her body stiffened and then relaxed and soon they were engaged in a passionate kiss.
The kiss was ravenous. It was ferocious. It started slowly but devolved quickly until it seemed that both were trying to devour one another. Tongues lapped. Teeth nibbled. A growl rose from somewhere, and Thalia couldn’t tell if it was hers or his. And they were far from done.
As they kissed, Caspian pulled Thalia toward the bed. She followed, pushing as he pulled so that when the back of his knees hit the bed, he fell onto his rear and she climbed upon his lap. Both her hands took his face and held it in place as she continued to kiss him, while his hands moved to her hips and then her backside. He squeezed, she moaned, and their hips began to grind.
“Thalia…” he growled between kisses. “I should never have let you leave.”
“No, you shouldn’t have.”
“I will never make that same mistake again.”
She wrenched her lips free and started to lick and suck down his neck. “You best not.”
“I want you,” he moaned as she kissed his neck.
“Prove it,” she demanded of him as she thrust her hips forward, able to feel him hard and ready for her.
Caspian chuckled deeply, a rumble in his chest that she felt. As she kissed his neck, his hands moved from her butt to her thighs; he slid them under her gown, traced his fingers across her skin, and then gripped her legs tight as if he was scared to let go.
Still kissing his neck, tasting him like she never had, Thalia’s fingers worked to open his shirt. Which she did do, exposing the thick black hair that curled across his broad chest. She flashed her eyes with delight and ran her fingers through his hair, and he growled and snapped his teeth before finding her lips once more.
There was a part of Thalia that wanted to take this slow.
This was their first time together after having admitted their feelings. The romantic side of her wanted tenderness and passion, a chance to explore and learn about the other’s bodies. But the other side of Thalia could not wait for such things, did not have the patience, and was desperate to feel her husband inside of her as soon as she could.
The second side of her won out.
I can take my time another day… the rest of my life. For now, after all we have been through, the idea of taking things slow feels impossible. And from how my husband throbs, I sense he is of the same mind.
She was quick then to help Caspian undo the front of his pants. She still straddled him, having to lean back as she unclasped and opened him. And he was forced to wrap a hand around her back and lift her as he raised his hips and shuffled his pants out.
His member came free, already hard and throbbing. Her hands wrapped around its girth, squeezing and then stroking as Caspian’s body turned stiff and his eyes shut tight. He moaned as she stroked him, and he bit into his lip and growled as she wrapped a hand around his balls and squeezed.
“You are going to be the death of me,” he moaned with pleasure as she continued to work his manhood.
“Let’s hope not,” she giggled. “I am not nearly done with you yet.”
“Nor am I.”
Thalia was already soaking wet between her thighs, and she could feel the heat as if she was on fire. For that reason, she did not bother with foreplay, nor did she want it. She wanted to feel her husband inside her as soon as she could, and she wasn’t about to wait.
Caspian could sense what she needed, and he did not disappoint. He helped to lift her and pull her into him. He helped to guide her gently down so that the head of his manhood pressed against her lips. And he helped to lower her, inch by inch, as he slipped himself inside her so that two became one.
“Caspian…” she breathed as she felt him enter her, open her, fill her like she so desperately needed. “I… right there… yes…” She shoved her head into his neck and bit down.
“You are perfect,” he purred into her ear as she continued to take all of him. “So perfect.”
“Tell me that you love me,” she said, thrusting her hips forward a final time so that he was completely inside of her.
“I love you,” he said as his hands wrapped her bare backside. “I love you more than – oh, God!” he cried out as she thrust herself forward and ground her hips into him. “I love you… I… I love you…”
“Say it again,” she demanded as she began to gyrate.
