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But I still won’t rush her. Not when this is her first time, and she’s giving it tome.
I slow the kiss, letting her feel every bit of it, every brush of tongue, every press of lips, every flicker of heat. Her breath catches as I trail kisses along her jaw, down the column of her throat. She gasps when my lips find the base of her neck, and her nails scrape softly over the back of my neck like she’s anchoring herself there.
“Isaac,” she whispers.
It’s the first time she’s said my name like that, soft and unguarded, like she actually wants me. I lift my head and lookher in her eyes. I see unbridled lust there, but there’s something else lingering underneath. Trust, perhaps?
“I need to hear you say it,” I murmur. “That this is what you want.”
Her eyes meet mine, wide and glassy. “This is what I want,” she says, breathless.
And I believe her. I lift her into my arms without another word, carrying her to the bed. She lets out a soft, surprised breath, but there’s laughter behind it, too. It warms my chest in a way that nothing else ever has.
I lay her down gently, climbing over her like she’s something sacred. Hell, she is. She’s my wife. And this is the first time she’s ever had sex. That does mean something to me. I want it to be perfect for her.
Her fingers reach for me immediately, pulling me down, onto her, and I let myself go, but only just. I kiss her again, deep and slow, taking my time. Every piece of her is offered, and I receive it like a man starving. But I don’t devour her. I appreciate and savor her.
I kiss each inch of skin she offers me, tasting and biting and eliciting the most incredible sounds from her. Somehow, my shirt and pants are discarded, though I don’t remember if she pushed them off or if I did. All I know is that we’re suddenly half naked, tangled up in each other, and she’s panting, my name falling off her tongue like a prayer.
Funny, since I’m the one who wants to worship her.
My fingertips trace her thigh, and her breath hitches. I draw small, teasing circles just above the lace of her panties, and her hips buck, urging me on.
“You don’t play fair,” she pouts.
“I never said I would,” I murmur against her lips.
She’s dripping wet, her body responding to me with eager honesty. It turns me on more than anything ever has. It surprises me how much I like to be wanted, especially by her. It takes every ounce of self-control not to plunge right into her, but I can’t do that to her. I touch her gently, testing her.
I slowly peel off her panties and feel my mouth water at the sight of her pussy. The one I tortured with that vibrator some nights ago. The one I pictured fucking as I chased my own release later that night. Here it finally was, waiting for me to act and bring it inexplicable amounts of pleasure.
I start with my thumb, pressing light circles on her clit. When I slip my finger inside her, her back immediately arches, and I’m surprised by how tight she is. Her walls clench around me as I slowly add another finger.
“Fuck, that’s so good,” she moans.
Her body begs for more. Her hips seem to have a mind of their own as they ride my fingers. I slip another in, letting her come undone under my touch. She clutches my shoulders, digging her nails into my flesh as she falls over the edge, her head tipping back on the pillow and her mouth opening on expressive moans.
I watch, transfixed onto her voluptuous body, and don’t move until she finally relaxes. Then I flash a wicked grin, bringing thefingers that just wrecked her to my mouth, and taste her. She follows the motion with dark, unblinking eyes.
“More,” she demands. “This is the only part of marriage I’m actually looking forward to.”
“Now, now, Mrs.Kozlova.” I cluck my tongue. “You’ll have plenty to look forward to.”
Impatient, she pulls me to her, kissing me desperately. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I know she feels the evidence of just how much I want her. Her panties are still slick as they rub against me, and I have to focus on my breathing just to stop myself from coming. It makes me feel like a teenager.
Unwilling to embarrass myself, I tear off the last pieces of clothing between us. Her bra and panties land somewhere on the floor, and my boxers quickly follow. I take one last deep breath, and groan heavily when the tip of my cock touches her soft and slick pussy. Then I sink into her, so slowly I think I may break. Because she’s the fragile one, I don’t mind. I force myself to be strong for her.
The moment I’m fully inside her, stars burst behind my eyes. I’m so worried about hurting her, but she’s urging me on, kissing me hard and scratching at my back. She’s definitely enjoying it, thank God. So soon after her first orgasm, it hardly takes any time to get her worked up again, and she’s moaning my name so loudly I’m sure anyone still lingering in the garden can hear.
She’s so tight and warm around me. Her whole body tenses, and it takes barely anything to pull me over the edge after her. Her delicate walls tighten and squeeze around my aching member, and soon I can’t take it anymore. I thrust deeply a couple more times and spill into her, savoring the amazing feeling. I don’teven go soft after, but gently remove myself from her and rub the tip of my still-hard cock against her clit. Even doing that felt like enough to start a round two, but I’m more fascinated by her soft moans and mews as she recovers from the high.
Later, when she’s wrapped around me and her breathing finally evens out, I press a chaste kiss on her lips.
“As long as you’re my wife, I’ll do whatever I can to protect you,” I promise her.
She murmurs something in response, and I realize she’s barely awake. I relax against her and let myself drift off to whatever beautiful world her dreams inhabit.
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