Page 78 of Iron Blade

She moaned, throwing her head back as I pinched a sweet nipple between my fingers. I looked down at my handiwork - the torn dress, the ripe breast in my hand, and the other that waited for my attention.

“Fuck,” I groaned, as I leaned down to take her dark, brown nipple in my mouth and sucked it between my teeth. Her fingers threaded into my hair, as she pulled me into her. She drew me closer and closer, needing me as much as I needed her. I let her nipple go with a pop, and I placed my forehead on her chest. “Let me taste you, Kira. Let me taste your cunt. I need you on my tongue.”

She moaned as I pulled up the skirt of her dress, and I wrenched the fabric apart, creating a slit where there had been none. I ripped it up, high until it opened where her thighs met the place I would know as heaven from this day forward.

I moaned as I started to dive in.

Reaching my arms beneath her thighs, I cupped her arse. I pulled her to the edge of her seat, and she leaned back against the sofa, looking at me with a lustful gaze that I wished I could commemorate in a photograph.

I salivated at the sight of her, my tongue heavy and eager, like I had been starving in the desert and now was offered a feast.

I dove in, fucking her with my tongue and she hummed. I assaulted her clit, sucking it between my teeth as she screamed in ecstasy. Her orgasm came fast, and I was delighted to know that the more she had, the faster she could be pleasured. That was dangerous knowledge, and I would abuse it with vigor.

She was bleary-eyed and gasping when I crawled up her body, eager to see how I fit inside her heat.

I carefully unbuckled myself and took my aching cock in my hand, leading the tip to my own version of Eden. Even with her slickness coating her inner thighs, I felt resistance. Wet, and eager, she was still tight. I groaned.

A full-bodied woman with a tight cunt, flowing hair, and eyes as dark as midnight would be my undoing. Had I dreamed her and made her real? I wasn’t sure.

But as I slowly pushed in, I felt her gasp beneath me.

“Are you alright?” I asked, not wanting to hurt her.

“More,” she whimpered.

“Your wish is my command, wife.” I pushed in just a little further, but I grew dizzy with her tightness. She clenched, as if resisting me, but she’d have no chance to keep me out. “Oh, my love, I am at your complete mercy.”

She almost laughed, but was interrupted as I pushed in further, making myself halfway home.

“I think you’ll realize it’s the other way around.” She was breathless. So was I.

Sweat trickled down my forehead, as my lower back tensed with the need to push in. The tension from simply going slow so I did not hurt her was doing my body in.

“No, love,” I kissed her throat.

Her skin had the faintest sheen of sweat as well, adding a flavor to her floral musk. I was gratified to know she struggled just like me.

“I am your servant, madame.” Another push, and I was sheathed inside her. Heaven. That was the feeling in my chest. I had entered heaven, and it existed inside my wife.

“You’re so chivalrous,” she said, with a slow, lazy smile, her hips slowly thrusting back, then forward, growing used to my intrusion.

“I will be your sovereign, your jester, your knight, if you wish me to be.”

“My artist?”

“Yes.” I kissed her chin, and then her lips.

“You’ll do anything for me?”

“Yes.”

“Then fuck me, Eoghan Green. Make me feel married.”

There was no command I was more willing to obey than that. With my hands on her hips, I pulled out, then thrust inside, again and again and again, and with each halted breath, I professed my love. She said it back, though I wasn’t sure if she was conscious of it.

We idly made love, slow and sweet. Far from the uncontrolled pounding I had imagined. Instead, something far deeper and more intimate occurred. Missionary. Plain, old, missionary, as I gazed into her eyes, and stroked her hair, kissing her at my leisure as her hands roamed up and down my back.

Somewhere in our tenderness, all clothes were removed, but I couldn’t remember any of it. Not when the world had been reduced to sensations, feelings, and blurred thoughts of tender lust.

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