As I lower her onto the bed, she closes her eyes, and I whisper against her ear, “Eyes on me, princess, always on me.”
They snap open and I kiss each one in turn, loving how her chest heaves, the confusion in her darkening gaze, and the deep blush to her skin.
My fingers trail down her body as if I am playing an instrument. Loving the soft, gentle sound as it’s brought to life. She gasps, her deep groan revealing her pleasure, and as I trail kisses down her body, her velvet skin tastes like the perfect peach.
I reach her pussy, desperate to devour innocence, and she gasps, “What–”
I say nothing and merely swipe my tongue along her crease, connecting my lips with her clit, gently rolling it around and biting down gently, my fingers searching for her hidden treasure. She groans, pushing up against me, desperate for something she had never contemplated before.
She is dripping sweet honey on my tongue, and I curl one finger inside her, testing the water as they say, loving the pressure as her pussy clamps down on it.
I insert another one, my emotions heightened, and she clutches them almost possessively, her gentle moans of pleasure all the encouragement I need.
Heat rushes through my veins, my heart pounding, as I do something I’ve done a million times before, but savoring it as if it’s my first time. Itismy first time with her. With my wife and I doubt the moment will ever be sweeter as I prepare to claim her for the first time.
Her body shudders under me, and I contemplate her impending orgasm, surprised at how jealous I am that she will come without me. I want to be inside her to experience her pleasure, to ride the wave, to own it and to experience the rush at the same time.
My attention moves back up her body, her disappointment sadistically bringing me pleasure as I attack her mouth with her desire fresh on my tongue, forcing her to sample the sweet honey she has given me.
She kisses me back with enthusiasm and desperation, and as I shift against her, I flick her clit, rubbing it, coaxing it to the edge so I catch her as she falls.
The room is silent as the heavens weep for their angel. The red blood surging through my veins resembling the fires of hell, rejoicing in another ruined soul.
I waste no time, almost hoping it hurts like crazy because I want to rip apart her innocence and bring her to heel. To be my broken angel, experiencing the burn of my possession, reminding her I own her now and will do until I say so.
She is my wife, and I never realized how different that would feel as I prepare to seal the deal and do a victory dance inside her where no man has ever been before.
It’s intoxicating, thrilling, and I can’t prolong this any longer. As I push inside in a surprise attack, her agonized scream rips from her center, her tears bleeding her virginity.
Fuck! That is so good.
I’m inside fucking paradise and as I pull her in deeper, I hiss, “Eyes on me, princess.”
The pain in her eyes doesn’t concern me, but replacing it with pleasure does. As my finger rubs her clit, I move slower, her body adjusting to me taking over like an emergency medic at a wreck.
Ecstasy is the pain relief and as her body concedes it’s not so bad after all, she relaxes as my cock soothes her from the inside. Painting her with my mark, our bodies consummating a marriage neither of us wanted but are happy with now.
I move up and love how she bites her lip, her gaze never leaving mine for a second as her blood heats inside. It’s intimate, hot and heavy, perfection, and a thrill to be fucking my wife for the very first time.
Silence is comforting, and only the roar of the blood inside me and the frantic beating of my heart disturbs the peace.
Her fingers claw my back, her heart racing against my chest, and our sweat glues us together as I rock in and out, in no hurry to rush this.
I study her, loving the glaze to her expression as she experiences pleasure—a softening of rage. I move deeper, faster, harder and stare into her eyes the entire time, enjoying the conflicting emotion as it plays out like a movie in front of me.
Her body glides against the sheets, forward and back as I pump inside her with no mercy. My cock is about to explode, but I must ride her orgasm, and so I increase the pressure on her clit, her skin puckered, a shiver passing through her as her attention drifts.
Biting down on her soft lip, I hiss, “Eyes on me, princess.”
They snap on me and the emotion in them feeds my jaded heart.
She is so beautiful as she hovers on the edge of the unexpected and as I push down on her clit, her entire body stills and her stricken expression is exactly what I hoped for as a ragged scream is ripped from her throat as her innocence is claimed in one euphoric moment.
Her entire body breaks as she screams in ecstasy, and as my cock explodes, my mind goes with it, as for once, I am free to enjoy an orgasm that will find its mark. No rubber to containmy enjoyment, and as I shoot high into her womb, the effect is incredible, blowing my mind and creating emotions I never realized I was capable of.
My entire body throbs, softened by fulfillment and I pull Tiffany hard against me, buried deep into her to the hilt.
My chest presses against hers and her heart taps against mine, the scent of my woman filling my senses as I bury deeper inside her sticky paradise.
