She could feel him within her, and it was horrifically intimate.Excitingly invasive.
And all the while, she was so sensitive, she could feel tears beginning to slide down her temples into her hair; she could barely stand any more pleasure.
“Please,” she begged again, breathlessly, uselessly.
His fingers did not stop.They stroked.Pushed in deeper.And his other hand squeezed her breast, caressing, kneading.His fingers toyed with her nipple.Pinching.Pulling.Tugging.There was a direct line of sensation straight down to her core where he was now moving his hand back and forth, thrusting his fingers into her while she shuddered around him.
The heel of his hand rubbed against her, his fingers pressing on a spot deep within her.
The sensations roiling through her somehow felt deeper.More encompassing.And Johanna was quite sure she was losing her mind.
Matthew
Surely now…
He slid his fingers from his wife’s virgin pussy, bringing them up to clean them off with his tongue.The sweet flavor of her already coated the inside of his mouth, but he was correct in thinking he was addicted.He could not get enough of it; he was enjoying tasting her on his fingers nearly as much as he had at the source.
That was not what he really wanted, though.His cock felt as though it was about to explode if he did not sink inside her immediately.
Digging into his pocket, he gripped his coin tightly.
Surely now…
He flipped it.
Finally.
Johanna
Every ounce of strength had been drained from her body.
She did not have any voice left.
She barely had breath left.
If her husband wished her to move, he would have to lift her limbs for her because she could not possibly.In fact, she was not certain she would ever be able to get out of this bed again.Perhaps this was where she would spend her life as his duchess.Limp and useless from his ministrations on their wedding night.
Had the other duchesses experienced this?
How did they manage to function properly afterward?
A shadow fell across her as her legs shifted, and Johanna’s eyes focused on the man looming over her.One leg was still on his shoulder, the other sliding down to drape over the edge of the bed.His dark eyes blazed, hot with passion as he looked down at her.Johanna whimpered as his hand slid from her thigh up to her ankle.
Turning his head, he kissed the side of her leg, just above her ankle, and she felt it in the marrow of her bones.She was so sensitive, it did not matter where he touched her; her body pulsed in response.
Which was when she realized his dressing gown was gone and he was naked.When had that happened?She had not even noticed it slipping off.
Now she could see his full upper body.His muscular shoulders.The dark hair sprinkled over his chest and down his stomach… though she could not see any lower than that due to her current position.Rubbing her leg, he leaned forward, bending it back toward her.
Something thick and hard nudged at the entrance he’d just been exploring with his fingers.
“Look at me, sweetness,” he ordered in a soft murmur.“Do not close your eyes.Just look at me.”
Johanna felt caught in his gaze as the part of him at her entrance began to push, making her gasp as she opened for him, stretching far wider than she had for his fingers.He leaned forward over her, his demanding gaze boring into her helpless one as he began to slide into her.
He was too big, but she did not have the strength to stop him.
Did not have the breath to tell him.
