Somehow with him, she found a boldness that was safe to explore. Marion tugged at his doublet and that appeared to be enough for him to remove it and the leine he wore underneath. She marveled at the light hair that dusted the thick muscles of his chest and wondered if his nipples were as sensitive as hers.
She pushed him onto his back and sat atop him, immediately noticing a part of him she’d not realized had changed. She spread her hands over his chest and flicked his nipples with her fingertips.
Alexander grabbed her hips and ground himself against her. “I need to be inside you, Marion.”
He flipped her onto her back and tugged her shift off then stood long enough to untie his belt and drop his trews to the floor. She caught sight of him then, tall and lean and fully erect which made her swallow hard. Now she understood what he meant by hurting her. His fingers had not, but this was something entirely different.
Alexander slowly crawled on top of her and shifted her so that her legs were around his back. He kissed her sweetly and a part of her ached as he brushed the tip of his erection against her. She wanted this, wanted everything he had to give her.
“Please, Alexander. I want to feel you inside me.”
“Oh God,” he whispered and pressed himself against her.
Marion felt a heat that was surprising, and she was glad at first he moved slowly so that she could adjust to him. But as he pushed himself all the way in and then out and back in again, her excitement returned.
She didn’t want him to be careful with her any longer. She wanted him unleashed.
*
He was hangingon by a thread but was determined to make her first time as easy and pleasurable for her as possible, even if it did mean foregoing his own pleasure. But she kept squirming beneath him, making it more and more difficult to hold on to the control it took to keep from pounding into her which is what he wanted to do.
Marion planted her feet on the bed and thrust upward hard. He took in her state. Head back and grasping at his shoulders, she groaned when he pushed deep within her and held her there, pinned to the bed by his hard cock. She pulsed, and he knew she would soon find her pleasure once again and that was all he needed.
Hooking his arms under her knees, he lifted his hips then thrust hard into her again and again. She was wild beneath him as he neared his own climax but waited until he was sure she had fulfilled her own. On and on he went, thrilled that her body was able to respond to his intense passion with a vigor of her own.
Only when he was sure her quivering had ceased would he allow himself to succumb to his need. He felt the familiar tightening as his climax spread through him and his body shook in all the delicious ways he’d known before, but this time elevated him to such a sense of euphoria he didn’t know was possible. He had never felt so powerful and vulnerable at the same time, like his very soul had been exposed in that moment for only her to see.
Still inside her, he released her legs and kissed her softly, willing his breathing to return to normal.
He slid out of her and lay by her side, pulling her to him.
“Are you hurt?” he asked as he brushed a lone tear from her cheek.
“Nay. I am not hurt. I am merely wondering if it will be like this for us all the time and how often we can do it.”
Alexander could not help but chuckle. “I have never felt like this,” he said. “But I think it will always be like this with us. And as for how often,” he said as he kissed her again, “that depends on the needs of my wife.”
“Oh really? Does that mean I can have you whenever I like?”
“Aye, wife. You can have me whenever you like.”
“Can I have you again now?”
He wondered how he’d managed to find such a woman. And to think he’d thought her experienced at one point. Now knowing with absolute certainty she’d not been, he could imagine all the ways they would pleasure one another in the years to come.
Alexander rolled over onto his back. “You can have me again,” he said, his cock coming to life again as she sat on him. Her breasts were round and firm. He reached up to flick one nipple and saw the immediate reaction on her face which he could only describe as pure pleasure, seeing her lick her lips and then bite the bottom one.
“By God, you are beautiful,” he said.
He loved the way she slid her hands over his chest as she ground her perfect bottom onto him. He reached down and held his cock while she positioned herself to take him. And take him she did. All the way until their bodies met.
With her head tilted back and her hands on his chest, she slowly rocked her body to move him in and out of her. He did not move as she found her rhythm, but watched as she found a certain spot that was particularly good for her. Her breath came in and out in gasps as she rocked harder and faster, and he could see her climax approaching.
He sought and found her hardened bud and pressed hard then rubbed up and down as she rocked. He held her hip to keep himself from spilling into her as the sight of her revealing her passion was more than any mortal man could bear. She met his gaze as she pushed hard against his cock and his fingers, looking almost wild as her orgasm rode closer and closer.
“Show me your passion, Marion. Show me everything,” he said.
She gasped as her body tightened around him so hard, he could hold on no longer. With both hands on her hips, he thrust up into her hard and fast, his own orgasm rushing through his veins at breakneckspeed. He threw back his head as a guttural groan erupted from him. By God, he would not survive this, but if he was to leave this world, he could think of no other way he would prefer to do so.
