Now, his fingers were moving with more friction, with more pressure, and it was a wholly different sensation. She was mindless with pleasure, with the delight that he was bringing her. He buried his nose into her neck, inhaling the very scent of her.
Her body was on fire. Heat engulfed her completely. When she opened her eyes, he was all she could see. Nothing else in the world existed.
He kept flicking his fingers over her swollen pearl when suddenly, a sensation hit her like a tidal wave. It was warm. Like the last time he had touched her, it was absolutely cataclysmic. Her entire body tightened, then relaxed, only to tremble as if she had been in the epicenter of an earthquake. His fingers slid between her folds, wet and soft, one of them diving into her gently.
“It might hurt ye a little,” he whispered lovingly as their foreheads touched. “I’ll be careful. Just… tell me if ye want me to stop.”
“Never,” she said without even thinking, a smile gracing her lips.
He slowly thrust his manhood into her, gently and tenderly. She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them. She didn’t want to miss this moment. She wanted to be fully immersed in it. She got lost in his eyes as they both relied on their bodies to tell them what to do.
She held onto him desperately, not wanting to let go even for a moment. He continued to kiss her as his body began to move again, thrusting into her deeper and deeper.
Her hips mirrored his motions. She could feel the same rhythm. She was becoming frantic with the desire that was consumingher entire being. She finally belonged to him, as she was supposed to.
Raphael continued to thrust in and out of her, teasing her with his fingers that found her most sensitive flesh once again, and with the weight of his body pressing against hers, she was brought to the brink once again so easily.
Pleasure washed over her, and moments later, his release followed, his body convulsing on top of her. This was a different sort of delight, much more potent than the one before because they were now one. Still breathing heavily, they smiled at each other.
He slumped onto his side, keeping her wrapped up in his embrace, succumbing to the blissful exhaustion of their wedding day.
“That was—” Keira started.
“I know,” Raphael said a little too quickly, breathless.
Keira laughed. “Will it always be like this?”
“As long as ye love me,” he teased.
“Ah, always, then” she replied and then went in for a kiss.
It was supposed to be a soft peck, but Raphael deepened it as if he was consumed by hunger. A hunger for her. She smiled when he pulled away, knowing that she felt the exact same way.
“I love you,” she said softly.
“And I love ye.” He kissed her forehead.
Wrapped in the warmth of their love, they kept taking each other in, with kisses and light caresses, knowing that their journey together had only just begun.
The End?
