by Golden Angel
Her elbows buckled and then collapsed, so that she was bending over with her bottom high in the air, her legs spread and her pussy parted, her head resting on her forearms. The airy fabric of her chemise slid up her lowered body, breasts hanging beneath her as her nipples rubbed against the silky fabric.
“Please,” she begged, wanting him to touch her, to satisfy the throbbing need pulsing inside of her. “Oh, please . . .”
Although the idea of making her beg explicitly appealed to him, it wasn’t quite the same when Gabriel couldn’t see her face. Besides, his mouth was watering with the need to taste her.
Honey, musk, and woman exploded on his tongue as he swiped it up her center. Her gasp filled his ears. With a growl, he delved back into her folds, teasing, tasting, and laving his tongue over her most delicate parts as Vivian’s legs trembled. The sensations coursing through her were incredible, burgeoning and swelling inside of her, without giving her the stimulation she needed to cross the line. Pleasure built upon pleasure, her hips working as Gabriel feasted.
Then his mouth moved upwards, licking, sucking, his tongue sliding into her virgin hole and exploring as she gasped and clenched. The sensation was unlike the fingers she’d already experienced, less deep and yet teasingly pleasurable. She ached to be filled. The path of his tongue continued until he reached the star of her anus. Sensitive nerves buzzed and sang as he licked and sucked on the tiny hole, lavishing it with affection.
vivian was lost in a sea of pleasure, working towards culmination in tiny increments that drove her wild. The rasp of Gabriel’s tongue against all her most responsive parts, except the one she desperately needed, had her sanity teetering on the brink.
When he withdrew, with one last lick over her swollen, sodden folds, Vivian sobbed out a protest. She was pulled upright and her chemise yanked over her head before strong arms closed around her like steel bands, only momentarily, before tossing her on the bed.
Wide-eyed, she stared as Gabriel crawled onto the bed after her. His arms and chest were just as magnificent as the statues she’d seen at the British Museum, although none of the statues had the warmth of color his skin did, or the crisply curling black hair that adorned the flat planes of his chest and ran from his belly button in a line down to his cock. Beneath him, his erection hung full and heavy, so hard it was practically slapping up against his stomach despite gravity’s pull. Angrily red and purple, it was pointing straight between Vivian’s spread thighs.
“Oh,” she said in wonderment, drinking him in with her eyes. His body pressed against hers, making both of them groan as his erection dug almost painfully into her stomach. Vivian’s hands pressed against his chest, caressing. His skin was so soft over hard muscle, the wiry hairs so strange against her fingers.
Excitement throbbed inside of her as Gabriel slid down her body until he was level with her breasts. Her hands tightened on the hard flesh of his shoulders. Feeling his muscles beneath her fingers made her feel even more vulnerable. He was so much larger than she was, stronger, and completely capable of overpowering her at any moment. Yet she absolutely trusted him not to harm her.
The heavy mounds in front of Gabriel’s lips were tipped with taut pink nipples, just begging to be kissed and sucked. Taking a breast in each hand, he squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh with firm fingers, wrapping his hands completely around each mound. He listened to his new wife moan as he sucked, gently at first and then with increasing intensity. Her whimpers were quickly accompanied by the writhing of her body, back and forth, and the thrusting of her hips in the air, seeking him out.
Gabriel’s attentions became more forceful, almost painful, as the color of her nipples darkened from his ministrations. Vivian’s body arched, seeking more stimulation, her eyes half-lidded as she watched him suckling at her breasts. She wished she could see more of his body, but watching the intense expression on his face as he touched her was incredibly arousing. Whimpering, she slid her hands over his shoulders, into the dark strands of his hair, touching every part of him she could reach. She was all too aware of how she was laid out before him, completely open to his hands and mouth, like a banquet for him to plunder.
One of his hands slipped down her stomach and slid through the coppery curls of her mound, teasing her as she gasped and jerked her hips upwards to meet the questing fingers.
Heat pulsed against Gabriel’s palm as he slid one long finger into the silken vise of her body, stretching her virgin channel. He thrust his finger back and forth to mimic the sex act. His cock wept fluid steadily, coating the head and readying itself to breach her entrance, but first he wanted to ensure she was as ready as she could be.
He eased his finger mostly out, and when he pressed back in, it was with two fingers. Vivian groaned, her hands clenching into fists as her body stretched to accommodate the increased girth. The slight discomfort of being stretched reminded her of how it had felt when he’d taken her rear entrance after their engagement ball, but this was different, easier, more immediately satisfying.
His fingers curved inside her and found a spot that made her feel faint with pleasure. Her legs tried to close and pull him deeper into her. If only he would touch that spot again . . .
Lifting his head from her breasts, leaving her nipples red and swollen from his attentions, Gabriel watched Vivian’s face as he stroked the sweet spot deep inside her with the pads of his fingers, letting the base of his hand come to rest against her clit. As she moved her hips in instinctive rhythm, her clit pressed against his hand and she spasmed around him. Her lips parted and her eyelashes fluttered as she dug her fingernails into his shoulders, leaving little crescent marks on his skin.
He watched the pulse in her throat as her back arched, her neck elongating as she ground herself down on his hand, completely lost to her pleasure. Delicate pinks and reds suffused her face, her neck, her upper chest. Her breasts jiggled as her body began to shake. Although her legs couldn’t close completely, they tightened about his thighs as she writhed for him. She sucked in a hot breath before she let it out on a scream.
Everything tightened and released. She convulsed beneath him in utter abandon as the pleasure washed over her. Nothing existed but the heat and the sizzling delight.
Then she was empty, but only for a moment, before something hard and thick began to push into her. There was a moment of stinging pain, like a snap, and then a feeling of fullness that amplified the pleasure she was awash in.
Gabriel groaned, his breathing ragged as he did his best to slowly sink into her, aware from her pleasure-glazed eyes that she might not even realize it if he truly hurt her at this moment. Fortunately, she was as wet and slick as a woman could be, her body welcoming him even as it trembled under the strain of accommodating his cock in her virgin channel. The thin veil of her maidenhead had provided no protection at all against his rampant cock;
only the slightest trace of blood streaked its length as he pulled out slightly and began to press in, deeper.
The sensation of being utterly filled had Vivian rocking as Gabriel buried himself inside her. She was barely aware of what was happening, only of the pleasure that swept through her, the long-awaited culmination of all his teasing, his caresses, his passionate kisses. With his arms braced on either side of her, Gabriel’s body was hot and hard against her softer curves, the wiry hairs on his chest abrading the sensitized tips of her nipples.
When their groins finally met, she gasped at the sensation of having his hard body pressing against her clitoris while she was completely filled. The pain of losing her maidenhead had been swift enough not to bother her, even if she hadn’t already become accustomed to experiencing some pain with her pleasure. Although her orgasm was receding, leaving her limp-limbed and satisfied, she could still enjoy the sensation of feeling Gabriel so intimately connected with her.
Then he began to move.
It was almost unbearably pleasurable as his cock dragged in and out of her tight sheath, his body rubbing against her sensiti
ve lips and swollen clit, which were already buzzing from her climax. Vivian had learned those swollen tissues were much more responsive immediately following pleasure, and with Gabriel’s cock inside of her, it was almost an overload of sensations.
When her eyes finally focused, it was to see his silver gaze staring down at her. His face was almost grim, jaw-locked as he struggled to keep control over his impulses, a battle he was slowly losing as her wet heat gripped him and rippled. The silken vise of her body, the satin of her skin against his, called for him to plunder, to ravage, to claim. Seeing her eyes, framed by those long lashes, watery with the tears from her intense sensations, was his undoing.
Gabriel groaned and gave way to his base instincts. Immediately his hips moved, harder, rougher, pounding into the softness between her legs, and Vivian cried out. Her training helped her—the combination of pain and pleasure as he thrust hard into her body was something she was used to, even if the manner in which it was being delivered was foreign to her.
When her legs started to tighten about him again, he reared back, sliding his arms under her thighs to keep them spread wide. The new position also had the effect of lifting her hips higher, allowing him to slide deeper, and he could watch as the glossy length of his cock, sheened with her honey, pumped between lips swollen tight around his girth. He could see every jiggle of her breasts, hear every sound as it crossed her lips, and see the way her coppery curls melded with his darker thatch of hair whenever he slammed home.
Leaning forward slightly, his body rubbed against her swollen clit, driving her higher and higher as his own lusts spurred him onwards. Since he had already taken her to her peak, he didn’t feel the slightest ounce of guilt over concentrating on his own pleasure, but it didn’t matter anyway. Vivian’s body hummed with the sexual energy Gabriel had unleashed on her. Her innermost instincts thrilled at his handling of her body and his intentness on his own desires. She enjoyed being the vessel for his pleasure. It satisfied her in some primal way she didn’t understand.
Watching his face as he leaned over her, she saw as the stony tension in his face fractured and then fell apart. His lips parted as he groaned in passion. Her insides tightened around him. She was utterly fascinated by the way his face twisted as he thrust hard into her—his ecstasy practically glowed from his dark features. It set off a smaller spasm within her, causing her to ripple and massage the length of his cock as he filled her with his seed.
Vivian moaned helplessly as Gabriel allowed her legs to fall and his weight came down on her, pressing hard against her clit and sending her into paroxysms of delayed pleasure. Her body milked him as he hunched over her, his back muscles rippling with the contractions of his own pleasure, until he finally slumped, almost boneless.
The weight of him took her breath away, but she liked it too. It was a comforting kind of weight. She liked the way he felt on top of her, as if he was enveloping her instead of the other way around; she liked the way her body cradled his, the way he felt as she slid her legs over his, twining her limbs around him. She ran her hands relentlessly over his back and felt his muscles flexing under her hands.
Soft murmurs were followed by kisses up her neck and finally to her lips, laced with such tenderness that it nearly sparked tears in her eyes. Gabriel’s fingers slid through her hair, pulling pins out as he went. She hadn’t even realized how uncomfortable they had become until he began to alleviate it. Spreading her copper tresses across his pillow, he smiled at a fantasy fulfilled. Vivian in his bed, with her glorious hair gleaming against the white of his sheets.
Leaving her lying there, eyes half-lidded and with a sleepy smile on her face, Gabriel got up to wet a cloth in the basin of warmed water his valet had left them, fore-sighted man that he was. Vivian hadn’t bled much, but enough to tinge the cloth pink as he cleaned her. The lips of her pussy looked swollen and used, and her delicate inner thighs were reddened from being wrapped around his body.
The hazy, sated look in her eyes was of a woman well-pleasured. It was a look that made Gabriel’s heart leap in his chest. He’d worried, after, that he’d been too vigorous, but if he had it hadn’t mattered. She’d enjoyed it anyway.
“Are you sore, Sunrise?” he asked, dropping the soiled cloth to the side of the bed and spreading her thighs wider to look. He enjoyed that she still blushed at being revealed to him.
Fingers pressed against her lips, and she winced.
“A bit,” she admitted. His fingers brought alive the ache in her muscles, which were unaccustomed to the use they’d been put to. But she didn’t move to resist his touch—her hands lay passively by her head, arms up, and legs still spread to where he had put them. Gabriel couldn’t resist gently caressing those sore, sensitive tissues until she gave a little moan and wetness spread across his fingers.
“I’ll be more gentle tonight.”
vivian blinked, surprised, but too pleasure-lazy to truly show it. “Tonight? Again?”
Laughing, Gabriel crawled back up her body and lay on his side, pulling her into his arms so her face nuzzled into his chest. Vivian took advantage of the opportunity to wrap her arm around him, the other trapped between their bodies, and to rub her cheek against the rough hair of his chest. It felt as wonderful as she’d imagined to be held so by him, like this, unlike the other night when he’d still been clothed. His heat engulfed her, surrounded her in a cocoon of protection.
“Again, and again and again. As many times as I can have you, in as many ways possible, at all hours of the day,” Gabriel said, dropping kisses across the top of her head, winding her hair through his fingers. A shiver went through Vivian, her thighs tightening together against the sore ache still residing there, and Gabriel laughed again. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
“You won’t?” The hopeful look in her eyes was filled with vulnerability and it was impossible for him not to answer it.
“This is a love match,” Gabriel said gently, pressing his thumb to her lower lip, as if to leave an imprint on the full bow. “At least on my part. I think I might have loved you from the moment I saw you, although I didn’t realize exactly what the emotion was. I only knew I wanted you, that I had to have you, to be the one to awaken your passions, to receive your admiration. And every moment since then, you’ve done nothing but draw me in deeper.” Tears sprang up and she closed her eyes, her throat working to choke back the relieved cry of joy she knew would make those tears spill over onto her cheeks. She’d never felt so happy in her entire life.
“Look at me, love.” His voice deepened, roughened, and her eyes flew open to meet his silver gaze. The green flecks in his eyes were blazing. Fingers trailed over her cheek, gently, almost reverently. “There will be times I discipline you, times when I punish you for no other reason than the pleasure of hearing you scream or cry, but never doubt that I will always be there for you, to protect you, to adore you, and I will cherish every moment we spend together. You were mine from the moment I saw you, and now you’ve given yourself to me, and every single one of those bloody fools who bet against a love match are reaping what they deserve.”
“I—” Her voice husked and she cleared it, determined to have her say. “I did not expect to find such happiness in my marriage. I did not expect to enjoy my training the way I did, or what came of it. This is nothing like what I thought my life would be, but I wouldn’t change it for anything. I love you as well, with all my heart and all my soul. I’m yours.”
The satisfaction that flashed in his eyes made her smile, joy suffusing her as he pulled her tightly against him. She nestled her head in his shoulder.
“Sleep, Sunrise. You must be tired after this morning, and you’ll need your rest for tonight.”
For tonight and all the nights to come. And mornings. Hell, she’d be lucky if he let her out of bed any time in the next week. Idly caressing her soft back, feeling the subtle play of flesh beneath his hands as her breathing deepened, he realized it had only taken her moments to drift off to
happy sleep.
His wife. At last.