David immediately regretted his words. “I like the way you touch me,” he whispered, lifting her hand so he could kiss her fingertips. His other hand slid around her hip to the globe of her bottom, smoothing over the silken skin to pull her against him until his manhood was pressed into her belly.
“Perhaps we can leave my stockings on for now,” she whispered, crossing her arms to grab the fabric of her chemise until she had it over her head and off of her body. She tossed the garment onto the pool of fabric that had already been formed by her gown and underthings.
David swallowed at briefly seeing her bare breasts before they were pressed against his chest. Kissing her hard, he groaned as he used both hands to lift her by her bottom. “Hold on,” he managed to say before he carried her to the bed.
Marian wrapped her legs around his thighs for the quick trip, suppressing a yelp when he managed to get both her and him onto the bed.
“How do I pleasure you?” he asked when he had her positioned beneath him, his attention on her breasts.
“I’m not exactly... Oh!” she responded at the same moment his mouth descended on one nipple. She inhaled sharply as he suckled. Inhaled again when a hand cupped the other breast, molding it in the palm of his hand. “Like that, I suppose,” she said as she exhaled on a half-giggle.
He moved his mouth to her other breast and slid a hand down the front of her body and over her mound. He gave up his hold on her breast, his lips trailing down her chest and belly while the tip of his middle finger slid through the folds protecting her womanhood. “Will you spread your legs for me, my sweet?” he whispered.
She did so, lifting a knee slightly. He felt her damps curls, felt the honeyed folds, and gently pressed where he thought her opening might be. When she bucked beneath him, her soft cry startling him, he froze. “Did I hurt you?” he asked in confusion.
“Hardly,” she breathed. “Do it again if you’d like.”
Intrigued, he circled the area that had her reacting before, his finger drenched with her ambrosia as he sought what he hoped was the source of her pleasure. He added his forefinger to the quest, relieved to hear her soft cries of ‘yes’ over and over again until one of her hands covered his. “I’m ready for you,” she whispered.
Lifting his body over hers, David felt relief when her hand gripped his cock and placed it at her opening. Although he would have liked a bit more direction, he understood when the tip of his manhood disappeared.
Marian lifted her knees higher. “Push harder, my dearest,” she whispered.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he argued, but all at once, his cock seemed to find its bearings and bury itself into her. He growled at the sudden sensation of warmth and tightness that surrounded his manhood. At the feeling of the silk of her stockings sliding along his thighs as Marian pinned him with her knees. At the tickle of her nipples against his chest. At the pricks of her fingernails leaving half-moon dents in his back as she gripped him.
He stared down at her, surprised by her serene expression. “I think I have died and gone to heaven,” he whispered.
She grinned. “Not yet, you haven’t,” she murmured.
“Are you... all right?”
Nodding her head in the pillow, she seemed to think on his query a moment before she said, “It feels as if you’ve filled me up and there is no more room inside.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Not anymore. You can... you can move now.”
David furrowed a brow before he realized what she meant. “Of course.” He pulled himself nearly all the way out of her before he pushed again, grinning when he felt her quim lift to meet his gentle thrust. From there, he understood what to do, pulling out and thrusting into her over and over until he knew his climax was imminent. Stars danced before his eyes as intense pleasure took him from the here and now and left him suspended over her, his arms taut and his neck straining as his head lifted, and he squeezed his eyes shut.
He might have remained like that for a few seconds or a few minutes, but it was Marian who finally pulled him back to reality. To the pillow next to her head. Wrapping her arms around his back in an effort to keep him from falling off of her body. Kissing the space between his brows as he sighed.
“I do believe this is the very best betrothal I could ever hope for,” David murmured. He buried his head into the pillow above her shoulder, his nose pressed into the space behind her ear.
Marian slowly lowered her knees along his thighs even as she tightened her hold on him with her arms. When her toes touched the mattress, she took first one experimental breath and then another. With his chest pressed onto hers, she could feel his heartbeats warring with her own until they seemed to merge into one as he dozed.
He had filled her first with his manhood and then with a warmth that seemed to permeate throughout her entire body. The little darts of pleasures still danced about beneath her skin. Prickles of heat where their bodies were joined had her clenching on him, each contraction eliciting tremors in his body and a matching inhalation of breath she could clearly hear as well as feel.
One of his hands smoothed over her shoulder and down the side of her torso, a thumb pressing into the side of her breast where it was mounded against his chest.
The sensation might have been merely a tickle, but Marian inhaled sharply as his touch set off a series of frissons beneath her skin. She clenched on him again as a grin touched her lips. Her eyes rounded. “Are you all right?” she asked in a worried whisper.
He chuckled. “I am far better than all right,” he murmured, lifting his head enough to kiss the corner of her mouth. “In fact, I can hardly wait to do that again.”
She grinned.
“How long must I wait?” His eyes widened. “Oh, that’s terribly selfish of me,” he said. “Are you hurt? Are you sore? Are you ready to throw me out of the bed?”
“Hardly,” she replied, grinning.
