The change within her was subtle. Slow. But she was no longer fighting to get away from me. It was like she sank against me, and she began to kiss me back. I was so consumed with making this right, I didn’t even realize she wasn’t kissing me until now.
She started to wriggle on my cock, and for a few thrusts I let her do exactly that, even though I struggled.
I tightened my grip on her hands, holding her in place, and when I couldn’t take it anymore, I started to pull out of her tight pussy, but I didn’t leave her body. I slammed back inside and heard her gasp. This time, it wasn’t filled with pain. There was pleasure, it drove me wild, and I wanted more of it.
I set up a steady pace, going deep and hard, and I held her to the bed in an effort to keep her in place, so she didn’t move. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her, and the way she wriggled, there was only so much I could take.
I slowed down my thrusts, working my cock in and out of her, and all I wanted to do was look at where we were connected,only I focused on Alba, watching her eyes. She was my world. I knew it in that moment she was my everything.
I pushed to the edge and felt the start of my orgasm, and I didn’t hold back. I sought that peak, and as I pulsed every jet of cum deep inside her, I kissed her. In the back of my mind, I wanted her to get pregnant. I wanted her to be the mother of my children. She was a good woman. She was all mine, and the pleasure seemed to go on and on, and there was no way to stop it. It was intense. It was instant.
Afterward, I pulled out of her and slid to the side, wrapping my arms around her. I wanted her to be comfortable with me.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” I said, kissing her shoulder.
Alba smiled toward me. “It did in the beginning, but it is always painful for a woman, at least that is what all the books say. Why do you think that is? Was your first time painful?”
I shook my head.
“I don’t want to hear all the details,” she said, with a laugh.
I reached out and stroked her cheek. I just couldn’t help but hold her or touch her.
“Are you oaky?” I asked.
“I’m a little sore, but other than that, it was amazing,” she said. “Is it always like that?”
“I don’t know. I guess it depends on who you’re with.” I knew I had never felt this way about anyone before.
Chapter Seven
Alba
We had finally consummated our marriage.
I was Mrs. Odin Kemp in all the ways that mattered. Sex had been painful, and it had also been exciting, fun, and scary, and everything in between. I loved it so much. It felt good.
Being in Odin’s arms felt good, and it went better than expected, only I didn’t know what was supposed to come after. I rolled onto my side and looked at Odin, and it still amazed me that this man was my husband. Growing up and watching the way the women were with their husbands, I never thought I would feel this way. I didn’t know if this was love, but I knew it wasn’t hatred.
Odin had been patient with me. He’d not hurt me, and told me to lay still until it was all over. This was not my duty, but in fact my pleasure.
“How are you?” he asked, reaching out to stroke a finger down my cheek.
How had I not noticed that when it came to touching me, he was always so incredibly tender and gentle? There was not a single shred of anger nor desire to inflict pain on me. It was incredible.
“I’m good. That was … it was amazing,” I said.
He chuckled. “Trust me, in a couple of days, it’s going to get even better.”
“A couple of days?”
Odin smirked. “You don’t think you’d want to do it again?”
Oh, I knew I did. “I’m just wondering why you’re going to want to wait a couple of days?”
His chuckle turned into a deep laugh I found arousing. “You’re interested in doing that now?”
“I think so.” But then I couldn’t help but remember what was supposed to happen the following morning.
