by C R Riley
“You are very good at that my love. You didn’t need to swallow or clean up my mess. Now it is my turn to return the favor. I have never done this before, so bear with me.” He kisses my lips and then slowly places soft kisses down my body.
I am trying to figure out what he is talking about when I feel him grab my leg and place it over one of his shoulder. Getting ready to protest I start to rise, but quickly fall back down when his tongue slips between the slit of my sensitive center. I try to speak, except my voice isn’t working. The only sounds that come out are squeals and squeaks as he licks me like I have seen others lick an ice cream cone.
“Larkin, you are one delicious delicacy.” He grabs my other leg and brings it over his other shoulder. “Yes, that is much better. You smell like …”
“Please don’t tell me how I smell down there.” I whisper the same time he figures out the scent and reveals it.
“Like rain on a hot summer day.”
I really hope that is a compliment.
“I love going outside after the rain and taking a deep breath of the fresh air. Now all I need to do is bury my face between your legs and …” He inhales and I swear I melt into a big puddle of goo.
I’m not sure what I expected really, but it wasn’t this. My whole adult life I assumed I’d forever be agonizing about what is sure to come next. But right now, I cannot think at all, I can only feel. The way his hair brushes against my thighs as his head bobs between my legs. How his tongue glides over my flesh down there, so he can lick every single bit of me. The way his hands grip my legs, as he holds me down while he devours me like I am some sort of treat.
Antonio stops and I wiggle, trying to get him to start up again. “You like that?”
“I like that.” I open my eyes and stare at his, which are now peering up at me from his position.
“Me too.” His eyes don’t look away, but his tongue darts out and laps at me down there again. “I am going to enjoy doing this often.”
One of his hands shifts to the inside of my thigh and he pushes against my leg until my knee lands on the bed. Then he rests it on the inside of my thigh and holds my leg there, doing the same with the other. Afterwards he dives back in for a good tasting, rising to his knees as he breathes.
Without saying a word, he drags his right hand up my thigh and lets his fingers begin to play with me. I whimper and wiggle as his touch has my skin breaking out into goosebumps. Then without warning his other hand joins in. One holding my bits open for him, while the other seems to be learning how all those parts of me works.
He presses the pad of his thumb against a bundle of nerves and I swear my hips lift a foot off the bed. The wicked gleam in his eyes as he peeks up at me right before doing it again, sends a shiver through me. That is when I feel his pinky at my entrance, slowly circling it, letting the tip press in slightly before retreating.
I want more, need more. “Antonio.”
One more little circle and I feel it slide in easily all the way and moan. He pulls it back out and does it again. I swear my body orders my brain to relax and let him have his fun.
“More.” I whisper.
I feel him remove his pinky and slide a slightly larger finger inside. Stretching the entrance even more as it glides in and out easily. The pressure building inside of me is almost too much.
“More.” I say a little louder this time. “Two fingers.”
Antonio runs both fingers along my now slick center before sliding them both in with ease. The expression on his face, as he moves his fingers inside of me, has me wanting even more. So far there has been no pain, just a little pressure as he stretches it out.
“More.” I circle my hips. “Three now.”
Leaning his body forward, he kisses my lips before he says anything. “Getting greedy.”
“Yes.” I tell him as I nip at his bottom lip. “Do it.”
He crashes his mouth against mine at the same time he adds the third finger. I want to cry out, but his kiss prevents me from doing so. And this time he curls those fingers and begins dragging them against my slick walls. His thumb presses against the nerves again and the combination of the two sends me down a black dark hole as my body begins to quiver from the inside.
Antonio breaks the kiss and I cry out when all the pressure building inside of me finds its way out. I can identify his hard length as it slaps against my center while his fingers continue to manipulate my body. And right before my body goes limp, he removes his thumb and uses his erection to stimulate that nerve. Once again, I detect the hot liquid spilling from it as it coating my core.
I start to protest when he removes his body from mine and slides in behind me. Want to tell him that he should probably take advantage of the fact that I have no energy to stop him from robbing me of my virginity. That I want him to do it while I have no coherent thought running through my overactive brain, except the words won’t come out.
My love wraps his strong arms around me, hauling my limp body against his as he places the most loving kisses against my ear. “Enough for now. I’m spent. You’re spent. We rest now.”
“But.” One word is all I can get out.
He’s right. My body is in need of rest and I am fading rather quickly.
“No buts.” He kisses my ear again. “That my love was the most satisfying sexual experience of my life. Watching your body soar as I manipulated it with my touch was enough to satisfy my need for now. There is plenty of time for more later, after we get some sleep. It’s very late and tomorrow we have a very busy day to get through.”
I yawn. “Okay, but that was your best chance to deflower me.”
A low growl and chuckle escape from him at the same time. “I want you coherent Larkin when I deflower you. On the verge of what just happened, but of sound mind when I take you that first time. I want to feel all that convulsing around my sensitive flesh, as I drive you wild. Now hush and go to sleep.”
Twisting my head, I find his lips and kiss him fervently one last time and then confess to him. “I want that too. I want your prodigious gorgeous sword to ruin me completely.”
Chapter 34
Larkin
The glow from the candles I lite a few hours ago bounces around, illuminating the most pulchritudinous man I have ever laid eyes on. The structure of his frame suggests he was built to be a powerful warrior, one who could easily lead others into battle if we lived in a different era.
His long muscular legs are pieced together with strapping thighs and burly sculpted calves. When he walks the various muscles that make up his legs contract. It is a sight to take in and one I did my best to memorize.
The curve of his rump has no softness to it at all. It is as firm as it looks. I have stroked my hands over it a few times now. I needed to touch it what can I say, you’d touch it too if it were so close. I wanted to lick it, but I didn’t want to wake him just yet. Later I want to hold it in my hands while he drives his king size male appendix deep inside of me.
Right now, he is lying on his stomach with his arms tucked under his pillow. Making his biceps bulge and flex. Forcing the muscles in his back to appear tight in the shoulder region. It all disappears around the curvature of his perfect spine. Coming together again impeccably where the valley meets his rump.
Currently I am sitting in a chair adjacent to the bed with my sketchpad and pencil. I have been sketching him since I located my bag and lite the candles I found hidden in the library. Unable to go back to sleep after waking, I did what I have always done. Except this time my subject is having a whole different kind of effect on me.
A low moan catches my attention, so I glimpse up from my sketch and realize he has flipped over. I watch as he reaches down and scratches his bare lifeless, yet still rather impressive, member. Giving it enough attention to bring some spunk back into it.
Flipping the page in my book I start all over again. Outlining his form as I watch in awe, as every part of him seems to slowly wake and come back from dreamland.
I don’t find any of this vulgar or inappropriate, I’m sorry if you do. If I were merely some anonymous woman sitting here perhaps I would, however I am not. I am this man’s wife and so I undergo no shame at all admiring his body with lustful desire.
Brown hooded eyes search for me, and when they find me a mischievous grin appears on his face. He tucks the arm closest to me under his head, while he keeps the other right where it is. Wrapping his fist around his now almost full erect organ, he begins stroking it slowly.
I continue to doddle, now a little more frantically as I watch his hand do what I have been dying to do for a while now. He has worked it until it is standing tall and proud and even weeping just a little. Then he pats the bed as he rolls over onto his side.
Sliding my pencil into the spiral spine of my sketchpad, I set both on the table next to me and stand. I don’t miss the way his eyes scan my body, now covered in a white lace robe with only a few flimsy ties to hold it in place. As I walk towards the bed, he throws his legs over the side and sits up.
When I stop a few feet from him, he motions for me to step closer with a wiggle of his finger. And once I am close enough, he simply reaches up and tugs the ties as he watches the robe drop opens, only stopping because my breasts have caught the fabric. Antonio slips his hands around my waist, heating up my cool skin, tugging me closer, until he is able to capture the tip of my right breast in his mouth through the lace.
I throw my head back and whimper at the way his manipulations make me feel alive all over. He does the same with the other and I swear I could lose it right here and now. When he is finished, he shoves the material off my shoulders and hauls me down with him as he tumbles back onto the bed.
For a very long time he only kisses my lips, tunneling his tongue in my mouth slowly. A sweet kiss that expresses he plans on taking his time with me. Warming my body up until it is on fire and ready to take what he has to offer me.
Then his hands begin to roam and caress my body. Paying homage to my breasts and nipples. Working them to hard points, making them ache for more, which is when he drops his mouth to them and sucks on them hard.
While Antonio manipulates my breasts, his hand travels south and cups my center. After his spell down there last night, he is more familiar with where everything is. Teasing the bundle of nerves first, before retreating and sliding those long greedy fingers back to my entrance, where he dips only the tip in before going back to the other. He plays this game for a while until I want to beg him to do more.
Instead I decide to have a little fun of my own. My hands have been caressing his back up to this point. The next time he teases the hole, I dig my nails into it as I drag them down his spine, getting the reaction I wanted from him.
One long finger, dips all the way inside of me and I moan. When he retreats, I let one of my hands, land on his hard globe and squeeze it the best I can. The tight muscles don’t give like the soft tissue I possess in mine does. And then I locate the crevice between them and trace it until my fingers contact the valley between his heavy sacks and back hole. I have no desire to play with that by the way, not something I imagine he would even enjoy.
Two fingers enter me now, so I allow my nails to gently draw a line to his family jewels and then palm them. Massaging them very gently, not really sure how sensitive they may be, and I have no desire to hurt him. Plus, our future children live somewhere inside his testicles, so taking care of them seems prudent.
As soon I feel him mouth leave my breast and start kissing his way up to my neck, I rearrange my hand again. This time its destination is the long hot rod that keeps bumping my leg. I wrap my fingers around him I then drag them up and then back down, much like I watch him do earlier.
Antonio nips my chin and then pulls his head back so he can look at me. Our eyes lock right before he dips the tips of three fingers inside of me, with a fourth nudging just outside the moist cave that is I.
I shake my head no, yet he nods his yes before he slowly pushes all four of them inside. I can feel the burn and gasps at the intrusion, not sure I can take much more. That’s when I feel one of his fingers curve and nudge against a sensitive knot deep inside of me. He drags them in reverse just as slowly, before urging them back inside, a little deeper this time.
It burns and I feel my eyes beginning to water. I know I am about to start crying. I understand what he is trying to do, but I become less confident the longer he keeps it up and it doesn’t seem to be getting any better.
A few seconds before I am about to ask him to stop when he pulls them out completely and sighs. That is when he reaches over me and opens the drawer next the bed and begins digging around. Once he locates what he wants he lays it next to my head and fiddles with it a little. Then his hand returns to my lady parts, I realize then he has added some lube to his digits and is about to try again.
Again, I shake my head and must make a face that warns him I’m unsure about all of this, because his lips land on mine, where he bites my bottom lip hard enough to make me forget his intent. When he retreats, I grab his with my teeth and bite down the instant his four fingers are thrust inside of me.
The taste of metal fills my mouth so I release his lip as I cry out, more out of surprise than pain. This time his fingers are not slow, they move fast and with purpose. So I grip his member a little harder and try to keep my pace even with his. The fire inside me is building and I know I am about to go up in flames again soon.
Suddenly I am being twisted away from him, facing the window that right now is acting more like a mirror. I watch as he maneuvers our bodies, bringing my top leg to lie over his as he yanks my butt to rest against his stomach. I can feel his hard-hot sword brushing against me down there. He slides an arm under my head, tilting my head so that I am now looking directly into his eyes.
A beat or two passes as we both gaze passionately at the other person. Then he slowly lowers his head and gently kisses me at first, but the kiss quickly turns into more. His tongue begins taking my mouth, much like I image he is going to take me elsewhere very soon.
I feel his other hand spread more lubrication just outside my entrance, and then he dips a few fingers in to coat it all very well. When his fingers retreat, I expect my mind to start working overtime as it begins to anticipate his next action, except it doesn’t. Instead I suddenly feel more relaxed than ever and end the kiss so I can look at him.
The tip of his erection is placed just outside the point of no return, so I reach up and run my thumb across his cheek. Slowly he guides himself in and I feel my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
I’m not going to lie to you. Antonio is a large well-endowed man, so there is real pain as my body stretches to accommodate him. I can sense my eyes watering and burning with each slow half inch that is forced inside of me. I realize he is only barely inside when pulls back to the tip, and then pushes the before mentioned few inches back inside.
I believe I once read that a man whose penis reached six inches was considered large. The average circumference is typically less than five inches, which is about the gap between a woman’s middle finger and thumb when touching. I measured my hand once from my palm to the tip of my middle finger, and it was close to six inches. Meaning that the hard silk rod, now barely inside of me, is bigger than that by no less than an inch, maybe two. And the girth of it was vast enough that my fingers couldn’t touch the closer they got to the base, barely able to at the tip.
Did I mention he was only a few inches inside of me? Meaning he has a great deal left before he is all the way in.
My senses seem to return, so that I am now able to open my eyes again. When I do, I am able to identify the very focused grimace on Antonio’s face as he holds back. I appreciate that he is doing his best to do this slowly and trying to make it feel good, but at the same time this slow progression is only dragging out the discomfort.
Remember how when I said earlier, I’m not a very patient person. Try to keep that in mind as I finally have had e
nough of this dragging out and let my thoughts be known.
“Either do it or don’t. Stop with the freaking torture. Pop my flipping cherry already.” I grunt through clinched teeth.
Antonio halts all movement as he tries really hard to speak. Sweat beads begin forming on his forehead as he nips his bottom lip. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“New flash stud. When you have a freaking zucchini between your legs, rather than the typical cucumber, there is bound to be pain involved when inserting it into my virgin sheath the first time. So, either be a man about it or hand in you man card. Otherwise I’m going to think the paper tiger has …”
Oh, I really should learn to keep my mouth shut. His lips clash with mine as soon as I mention the paper tiger, and in one swift thrust he is so deep inside of me I swear my body slit in two.
The only good thing about that is at least now I know I will die a very satisfied woman. Because that move not only split me wide-open but also sent my body into orbit. I am flying high above the earth as flashes of colorful light explode all around me. When I come back down, Antonio’s body is still thrusting feverishly inside of me, causing it all to build back up again.
Oh yes, I am going to die in this bed while this glorious man teaches my body all about the joys it will be missing once I’m gone.
Subsequently, I decide if I am going to die anyways, I might as well go out with a real bang. I elbow him and force him to refocus for a second. Long enough for me to lift off of him—which you should know wasn’t an easy task—and shove him to his back.
The confused expression on his face has me sniggering a bit. Remember how I seem to laugh at the most inappropriate times, like in the Throne Room earlier when the reality of it all became clear to me.