Page 90 of The Unplanned Wedding

"Don’t stop," I gasp out. "Please."

He fills me up and stretches me, and it feels like too much. It feels like he’s consuming me. Like he’s splitting me in two and pinning me to the bed, and it feels so fucking perfect. He’s finally giving in to his desire for me. He’s wedged into me, pressing down on my inner walls, and it feels perfect. It feels like he’s finally owning me. And filling me up in a way that leaves no doubt that we're finally joined. His cock throbs inside me, signaling his desire for me. Heat from his body pours over me, surroundsme, presses down on my chest. Combined with the bolts of pain zipping out from my nipples and my clit, it’s overwhelming.

Tears knock behind my eyes. The sensations build inside me, and it feels so intense. I tug at my hands, wanting to touch him, and almost cry when I’m unable to do so.

He seems to sense my need for more contact, for he presses his forehead to mine. "You’re so fucking tight. So hot. So wet. You feel like a dream, baby."

I make a sound deep in my throat.

He understands what I want, for he brushes his lips over mine. "You take me so beautifully." His praise fills a vacant space deep inside I hadn’t realized existed. Warmth curls in my chest. My throat closes. A tear squeezes out from the corner of my eye, and he licks it up.

"You’re crying," he murmurs.

"No." I shake my head. "It feels like a lot, is all."

It feels like I’m finally, utterly, completely yours. I’m your submissive. Only yours.

Only when I hear my words, do I realize I’ve said them aloud.

His shaft extends further inside me, and I feel like he’s splitting me in two. Then, he closes his mouth over mine, and when his tongue mimics the intrusion of his dick, my belly flutters. Moisture pools in between my legs. I wrestle with the bindings around my wrists, wanting to touch him. Being unable to do so at will adds a layer of expectation which turns me on even more. He continues to kiss me, and when he sucks on my tongue, it feels like he’s swallowing me up. I squirm under him, and his dick throbs inside me. He has me pinned in place, and I strain to get even closer to him.

Still kissing me, he pulls back, then propels his hips forward. This time, he sinks even deeper inside, and tendrils of sensation radiate out from where we're connected. His cock knocks against the clamp around my clit. Sparks flash out from where we’re joined. He releases my mouth and peers deeply into my eyes. So deep. So blue. There are silver sparks deep inside, and again, I feel like I’m being absorbed into him.

He pulls back, and when he plunges inside me again, jolts of pleasure-pain spiral up my spine. My head spins. It feels like I’m caught in a tsunami of desire that threatens to turn my reality upside down.

“More, please,” I gasp.

His nostrils flare. His gaze narrows until being at the receiving end of all that intensity is almost too much. Then he begins to drill into me. Each time he thrusts inside me, the angle is such that he hits the clamp, which pinches my clit tighter. The choke holds on the most sensitive parts of me, and the way the ridges of his cock dig into the soft walls of my pussy have me crying out, moaning, whimpering, and making noises I don’t recognize.

He slides his hand down to pluck at the clamp on one of my nipples, and heat crashes into my core. My pussy clenches down on his dick and he groans, "Fuck, baby, you’re killing me."

He pulls out, stays poised at the rim of my slit, then kicks his hips forward again. He sinks so deep inside me, I swear, I can feel him in my throat. For a second, we stay motionless. His gaze entwined with mine. His dick brushing up against that part of me which no one else has touched. It’s so intimate, my climax begins to build in my core.

"Knox," I whisper, "please…" I’m not sure what I’m asking him for, but it seems to spur him into action. He begins to fuck me with that single-minded intensity I've always found irresistible about him. He doesn’t avert his gaze from mine. It’s the single most erotic thing that has ever happened to me. The fact that he’s making love to me while looking deeply into my eyes ignites my soul, draws sparks in my heart, and turns my entire body into a cauldron of churning emotions.

Or maybe, that’s the climax, building and building, until it seems to engulf my entire body. And when he thrusts into me again with a grunt and simultaneously reaches down and removes the clamp from my cunt, then also from my nipples, the blood flows to those parts. The pins-and-needles-like pain zips out to meet in my core, and the pleasure that follows is unlike anything I've ever experienced.

It builds and builds, it fills me and flows over me, and it crashes into me. I open my mouth to scream, and he places his lips over mine drawing it in.

He reaches up to untie my wrists and I wrap my arms around his neck. I hold onto him as the orgasm grips my body. It seems to go on and on, all while he continues to fuck me. I’m aware of him grunting as he comes inside me before darkness pulls me under.

When I open my eyes, he’s still inside me and watching me with concern. "How are you feeling?"

"I’m good." My voice comes out as a croak, and I spoil the effect by yawning. "Just very, very sleepy." I close my eyes and snuggle into his arms. I turn my cheek into the hard wall of his chest and yawn again.

“I’ll be right back.” He kisses the top of my head and pulls away to stand. I snuggle into the pillow, tracking his broad back, the sculpted musculature of his butt, and the powerful thighs that he uses to propel himself in the direction of the bathroom. The light comes on. I hear water running, the sound of the toilet flushing, then he walks out. The bathroom door is half open, and silhouetted against the light, he looks almost godly. With the breadth of his shoulders, those rippling abs, and the concave stomach, he’s a Michelangelo statue come to life. Then my mind registers the fact that he’s already erect, and his cock is much larger, much thicker, much more mesmerizing than any I’ve seen on any renaissance statue.

“You’re staring,” he murmurs as he draws closer.

“You’re erect.”

“It’s a normal state with you.”

He reaches the bed, then squeezes out something from a tube. When he touches it to my nipple, I sigh. “Aloe, to soothe the chafed skin.” He does the same to my other nipple, then to my clit.

The slight burn on my skin fades away. A cool sensation takes its place. “That feels so good.” He completes his ministrations, caps the tube, and sets it aside. Then he slides into bed and coaxes me to turn on my side so he can spoon me. “Thank you, wife.” He kisses the top of my head.

“For what?” I yawn again, already half asleep.

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