Page 92 of Where Quiet Hearts Scream
She hesitates at first, trying to figure out what I mean, then she grabs my head and pulls me down, pushing her small, pretty tongue into my mouth. Shefocuses hotly on exploring my taste buds, leaving me free to fuck her clit with my cock.
Not even a minute later, she’s panting again, so I pull back. Her lips are red raw and her frown could possibly kill.
“Did you like that?” I ask, wickedly.
“No,” she pouts. “I hate all of it.”
I tut and shake my head. “I need to fix that.”
I crawl down until my lips are level with her pussy, then I dip low and touch my nose to her folds. I could die with her scent in my nostrils. It’s so needy and warm and intoxicating. I reach out my tongue and stroke it over her clit slowly.
She lifts her hips off the bed and it takes every ounce of strength to not devour her right now. It’s testing my ability to remain measured and cautious and not just ram into her like a starving beast. For that, she gets a slap on the clit.
She sucks in a gasp and emits a small scream.
I know that was hard enough to sting, so I immediately wrap my lips around her poor bruised clit and suck it softly. Her legs wrap around my head, holding me fast between her thighs. Fuck. I underestimated just how much she needs to come.
Her opening is soaked.
She tastesphenomenal.
Her whimpers climb in pitch until she’s throwing her head from side-to-side.
This is the moment. She’s so far gone, edging like a fucking master, but her body needs to be filled. And thisis the only time it’s going to accept something so disarmingly big. I grab a handful of my dick then shove her legs apart. With one last firm suck, I sit up on my knees, aim my cock at her entrance. Just as her eyes ping open I shove myself inside her.
I don’t go slow. It’s like tearing off a Band-Aid. Slow only hurts more.
I meet resistance and her breath escapes with a cry, tears rimming her lids. I anchor my eyes to hers—only a coward would close them now—and keep pushing until I physically can’t push any further.
My thumb connects with her clit and I double down, holding still inside her while I pick up with my hand where my tongue left off.
Her eyes roll back in her head and, as if she couldn’t feel any tighter, her sweet, tortured pussy grips my cock so hard I wince. She comes with a throaty moan, little pulses rippling up my length like a caress.
It pulls the seed from my cock, tearing the breath from my lungs.
I wait until we’re both able to focus again, then I brush my lips over hers.
“Fifty-six,” I whisper. “And now, you’re mine.”
Serafina
I’m a weak, saturated, boneless mess when my husband pulls out of me.
So that’s it. I’m no longer a virgin.
I stare down at the comforter. There’s so much blood. Andreas has disappeared but returns quickly with a warm damp cloth and another glass of champagne. He glances up at me for permission and when I nod, he strokes the warm cloth over my ruined pussy and thighs. I am shattered and sore, but I have never felt more beautiful.
As much as I hated being drawn to the very cusp, then released, only to be taken back to breaking point again, over and over, I’m glad Andreas did that. It made me so wet and ravenous thatmy body welcomed his length and girth, even though it broke me in every possible way.
And having himinsidemy body… I can’t explain how it made me feel. He said I’m now his and I feel the truth of that as clearly as the beat of my heart.
He held my gaze as he drove all the way in, watching the tear in my hymen as it happened, in the widening of my eyes. He was with me in that moment in a way no one has ever been there my whole life. And his arms contained my trembling and my tears for many breaths afterward.
I wouldn’t say we just ‘made love’ but the love I feel for my husband seems bottomless. This was a necessary fuck. A ground-shifting, room-spinning, mind-blowing fuck, but a fuck all the same. Now, I can focus on loosening up and accepting him easily and often—on loving him in a raw and carnal way.
I sit up with some effort and take the flute from his hand. It’s getting late in the evening but I’m too buzzed to sleep yet.
He settles beside me, threading a thick arm across my shoulders.
