“That is not possible.”
I shift a little to brush my lips across hers. There will be no further merit in debating this now. We—I—have weightier matters to attend to. Like fucking my wife and doing a good job of it.
“Hush, love. We will talk later. After.”
I withdraw my cock, almost pulling out of her. Tally’s face is a gorgeous mix of arousal—despite everything, her body is already responding—and pure shock. Disbelief. I share her bewilderment, though I can also discern some comic irony in our situation. Twice widowed and still a maid. She might have made a nun after all.
Not now though. Now, she is mine. All mine.
I slide my cock back into her in one long, smooth stroke, filling her to the hilt. Her body stretches around me, her grip fierce and clinging. She lets out a low moan, and this time I do not think it to be one of discomfort. I wait for a moment, then repeat the action.
More moans, and the walls of her quim quiver around me. Women may feign much, but not that, never that. My little Tally is loving this, and she is not alone in her bliss.
It is a snug fit. She is hot, and so slick my cock glides in and out with ease as I set up a steady rhythm. Slow at first, each stroke full length, allowing her a moment between each thrust to adjust, to accept. I contemplate releasing her hands, but decide against that when her inner walls start to convulse around me. She is here, in this moment with me and I see no cause to distract her.
“Stefan? I, I… oh!” Her long moan is one of utter contentment now as she lifts her hips to thrust back against me.
“Is this good?”
“Yes, I think… Oh, yes, yes, yes!”
She is writhing around now, her cunt squeezing me hard as she seems to seek more friction. I quicken the pace, thrusting harder in response to her unspoken demand. Still it is not enough. She locks her ankles in the small of my back as though she would never let me go.
Could she find her release just from my penetration alone? Perhaps, I am aware many women can and do, and I trust my little Tally may be one of those. But now, this first time, she needs more from me. And in truth, if I am to outlast her, I need to conclude this with some alacrity. I slide my hand between our bodies to find her sweet, throbbing clitoris and lay the pad of my thumb over it. I circle, the pressure even, just enough to focus all her senses in that one spot.
“Stefan, please… harder. I need more…”
“You shall have it. You shall have all of it. Come for me again, sweetheart.” I increase the pressure, rubbing the sensitive button at the same time as I fuck her hard.
Her response is all I could have hoped for and more besides. Her head rolls back, her eyes closing on a breathy, guttural moan as her entire body spasms. For long, luscious seconds she is locked in the throes of her climax, shuddering with the effort, her muscles clamping hard around me as I bury my cock in one last, driving thrust. I never let up the firm caress on her clit as I hold that position and savour the moments until her passion spends itself. Tally’s cries of delight are still echoing around the tiny room as I withdraw and plunge deep one last time, this one for me as I empty my aching balls into her.
Later, I hold her small, trembling body in my arms. She is draped over my chest, her breasts pressing against me and one slender leg slung across my hips. I am sure she has no idea of the alluring picture she makes in our newfound intimacy. I am not certain how much time has elapsed, a few minutes perhaps though it may be longer. My own breathing and heartbeat have returned to normal, but Tally is still shivering. I suspect she is still experiencing the residual effects of her first coupling rather than reacting to any chill in the room, but even so I reach to draw the blanket over us as she snuggles closer. Only when her breathing is steady and the shivering has subsided do I attempt to talk to her.
“That was unexpected, my little one.” I nuzzle the hair on the top of her head, inhaling the delicate fragrance that is unique to her.
She does not reply at once. I smooth my palm across her naked back in large circles, waiting, reassuring I hope.
“I am sorry. Truly I am, my lord. I had no idea… You must think me a fool. A ninny.”
“My lord? I had thought we were past that now…” I lower my palm to her bottom and pat the soft flesh by way of a gentle reminder. “And just to avoid any doubt, let me make it clear what I think of you. I find you to be a beautiful woman, a sensual and responsive bride, and a unique, precious gift.”
“But, I, I mean, you expected. When we first met, you said that my experience would be valued by my next husband. Yet when it comes to it, I am, I am…”
“A virgin?” I do try to be helpful, when I can.
She nods, her face buried against my chest.
“Not any more. How do you feel? Any soreness?”
“No, my lor… Stefan. You were very kind, considering.”
“Considering?”
“Your disappointment. You must feel cheated.”
“Must I?”
“Of course. This is not the wedding night you planned or expected. I have ruined it.”
