by Lacy Danes
“I must see you naked,” he whispered. “I must have all of you.”
“It isn’t right.” Although my voice came out strained with desire, it might have sounded like fear. Playing my part again.
He looked down into my face. “Lily, I’m your husband. Nothing is wrong between us.”
My husband. This mythical Lily he spoke to had better be worthy of him. If not, I’d find her and steal him from her. But then, who could be worthy of such a man?
I moved my hands and allowed him to finish unbuttoning my dressing gown. Once he’d done that, he pushed the garment over my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. My shift went next, as he bunched it up in his hands and pulled it upward. I lifted my arms to help, and in a moment I stood before him without a stitch on my body. Not acting this time, I covered myself as best I could with my hands. Thirty-five isn’t old for a woman, and I’d kept my figure well. But I didn’t have the bloom of youth he’d expect on his real wedding night.
He took my hands and moved them away from my body and stared at me until I trembled.
Finally I couldn’t bear his scrutiny another second. “Do you find me pleasing?”
He looked up at me as if he didn’t know the meaning of the word. “Pleasing?”
“I’m not young.”
“You’re magnificent.” He stroked my shoulder and then lowered his hand over my chest and cupped my breast. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”
Something broke free inside me and my spirit took flight. He thought I was beautiful. His face showed no guile, no act for the benefit of another woman’s pleasure. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. I could give in to passion, knowing that he shared it.
“You may take me to the bed now,” I said.
He lifted me up into his arms and whirled me around as if I weighed nothing at all. I’d only meant for him to lead me to the bed, but floating in his embrace was so much more exciting. I could have him now. I could touch him anywhere and order him to do the same for me. My hours of waiting had come to an end. Satisfaction was within my reach.
He walked to the bed and laid me on the comforter. I lay there, gazing up at him, and oddly, this did feel like a first time. Certainly, he looked at me out of fresh, young eyes. What did he see? A woman past the blush of innocence that so many men valued above all else?
“Tell me again that I’m beautiful,” I said. Pitiful, and yet I couldn’t stop myself.
“You’re the most beautiful woman on Earth,” he said. “Your limbs are graceful, your breasts lush and full. And your cunny…ah, your cunny. It looks like heaven.”
“You can see it?”
“The lips are pouting beneath their curls. Luscious. I want to devour them.”
I did my best imitation of a girlish giggle. “You mustn’t. It’s wicked.”
“I want to kiss every inch of you,” he said. “That spot especially.”
He took off his jacket and dropped it to the floor. His collar and cravat went next, and then he unbuttoned his shirt, showing the smooth muscles of his chest. Even in trousers looser than his riding britches, his cock made a definite impression against his front.
Staring at it, I put my hand to my throat in mock alarm. He sat on the bed and took my hand. “I’ll be gentle, Lily. The pleasure will make up for any pain. Do you trust me?”
I nodded, and he bent to press a chaste kiss to my lips. Then he removed his shoes and socks and stretched out next to me.
“Our life together begins now, Lily, and you mustn’t be afraid of me.” With that, he kissed me in earnest, and the warmth of his body enveloped mine. I dropped all pretense and welcomed him, running my arms around his shoulders and answering his lips with my own.
The caress stole my breath as I opened my mouth to accept his tongue. He groaned and took us deeper, running his lips over mine and taking the lower one between his teeth to nibble gently. Heat rose between us, and I pressed myself upward against him so that I could savor the fabric of his shirt against my nipples.
He trembled, leashing in the power of his body. “I want you so much. It’s killing me to go slowly, but I will.”
I stroked the side of his face. “Kiss my breasts.”
“Ah, God, yes.” Moving lower, he let his lips trail over my chest until he reached one nipple. Teasing that with his tongue, he circled it until it hardened, peaking upward. Finally, he took it into his mouth and sucked—and I nearly flew off the bed, the feeling was so intense.
He assaulted all my senses—the pressure of his mouth against my breast, the sounds of his ragged breathing, the sweetness of his kiss. My entire body screamed for him, silently begging for more. I needed his hard rod inside me, and yet I needed to hold off the ultimate pleasure to make it more intense.
After loving that breast, he moved to the other one and continued his magic. His hands moved over my ribs, massaging me and pulling me to him.
He released my nipple and looked up at me. “Am I doing this right?”
I stroked his face. “Wonderfully right.”
“You make it easy.”
“You make me wild with lust.”
He grinned. “I plan to have my revenge on you for yesterday.”
A thrill rushed through me. “By kissing my cunny?”
“That intimate spot you told me about,” he said. “I want to make you spend again.”
“Oh, my.” A pointless thing to say, but all other words flew from my mind. He’d aroused me already, but now my poor sex throbbed with wanting him. In my mind’s eye, I saw his cock as it hardened to an impossible size, grew crimson and then released the hot stream of semen. I couldn’t take the sperm, of course, for fear of getting with child. But I would take his bulk inside me and ride it to my own release.
He moved lower, sliding his heat over me as he ran his tongue down the center of my body. Then, past my belly and to my pelvis. My heart hammered in my chest as he neared the seat of my desire.
After long moments, he blew hot breath on my thatch. “Open for me, Lily.”
Helpless to resist, I let my thighs part and waited.
“So beautiful.” He pressed his hand against my sex. “You’re wet for me again.”
“Arthur…I need…oh, please.”
“This?” Something hot and moist touched my nether lips. His tongue. It stroked upward and then grazed my pearl. I gasped at the contact as hot currents of need spiraled from my cunny to every part of me. He’d set a fire in me that would soon overcome me completely, and I had no choice but to surrender to it.
He slid his arms under my thighs and pulled my cunny against his face. His tongue continued taking me apart. He rubbed, he pressed, he traced circles over my clitoris until I could scarcely draw air into my lungs. When he sucked that sensitive flesh into his mouth, my hips jerked upward so hard that he had to clutch me to keep up the friction.
And—oh!—did he. Over and over. Now harder, now softer. The world became a red haze of lust as he pushed my body to unbearable levels. I needed to spend, wanted to make the pleasure last but needed to release my lust before I went mad with it.
In the end, I had no choice. My body took over as he worked my pearl. The universe condensed into that one spot between my legs, and the wildness took me. I coiled, shuddered and screamed as the spasms shook me. It went on so long I almost lost consciousness. No one could survive pleasure that intense without losing touch with reality.
When it ended, I lay back, limp and gasping for breath.
He slid up beside me and took me into his arms. “My treasure. You make me so proud.”
I burrowed my nose into his neck and breathed in his scent, which was now mixed with my own where his lips had touched my sex. In a moment, I’d open my eyes and ask him to proceed. Right now, I didn’t have the strength.
We lay that way in silence as consciousness returned. Sunlight slanted in the window and heated the skin of my back. He shifted and removed his arms from around me. I opened my eyes to see he’d risen
from the bed to remove his unbuttoned shirt. I stretched my arms over my head and watched him undress. Heaven forbid I miss this display.
His chest was an expanse of smooth flesh stretched over sleek muscles. It went from broad shoulders to a narrow waist. Once he had his shirt fully off, his hands moved to the buckle of his belt and then to the buttons of his trousers. Under the fabric lay a considerable bulge. I’d seen his cock before, and now I’d take it inside me. My cunny heated up again, waiting for him to enter it and make it whole.
When he had the pants open, he pushed them and his drawers over his hips and to the floor. After stepping out of them, he stood there and let me worship his body with my gaze.
He took his erect rod in his hand. “This will frighten my wife, won’t it?”
“It would terrify any virgin.”
“What should I do?”
“Tell her the truth,” I answered. “Tell her it will hurt the first time but will give her great pleasure once she’s used to it.”
“Will it hurt you?”
“It’ll stretch me.” I smiled to reassure him. “I’ll love it.”
“I’ll go slowly.”
“Delicious. Sink into me one inch at a time.”
He joined me on the bed and stroked my face. “You really are a wanton, aren’t you?”
“I hope so. Only, why are we talking?”
He circled his fingers over one of my breasts. “You’re to teach me how to satisfy my wife.”
“Ah, yes.” That aspect of the encounter had grown decidedly tedious. Why should I have to tutor him in making another woman happy when I wanted nothing more than for him to frig me with all the power of his body? I wanted him blind with lust and pounding his tool into my wetness. Oh, well…this was my part of the bargain and I’d live up to it.
“Now that you’ve shown her how good a cunny can feel, stimulate it again. Eventually she’ll beg you for more.”
He slipped his hand between my thighs and stroked my nether lips. I stretched the way a cat does when petted and let him work his magic on my body.
“So soft and sweet,” he murmured. “I can’t wait to feel its heat around my rod.”
“Oh, yes,” I sighed.
He slid two fingers into me and probed, stretching me. I gasped as the heat of his loving claimed me again. Teasing me even further, he removed his fingers, drew them over my pearl, and then slid them into my depths again. I’d spend this way if he continued, but how much sweeter it would be to grasp at his huge cock when I did.
“Do you want me?” he asked.
“More than my next breath.”
He gritted his teeth. “Good Lord, you inflame me.”
I parted my legs and gazed into his face. “Take me now. Please.”
“I can deny you nothing.” He positioned himself between my legs. “Take my cock in your hand and guide me to you.”
I reached down and grasped his hardness, then brought it to my waiting cunny. He pressed forward until the head entered me. It was indeed enormous, and he waited until I’d accepted that before going deeper.
I gasped in surprise and delight. “Oh, my. That…feels…so…good.”
“Another inch?”
“More. Please more.”
He pushed more of his cock into me and my eager sex devoured it.
“I want it all!” I cried. “Please.”
He held himself above me, the muscles of his arms trembling. “I’m trying to go slowly.”
“Never mind, just fuck me.”
Yet more of him went into my wetness, and I strained upward to take it. “I’m dying!”
“We’ll both die. You said so.” He pushed forward, now almost filling me. “Right now I like hearing you beg.”
I struck at his shoulder. “Cad.”
“Is this what you want?” A bigger thrust this time, and his thickness stretched me even wider and sent me near to heaven.
Finally—finally!—he pushed his hips forward, fully embedding himself inside me. Such a feeling—pleasure so intense it tore a cry from my chest.
“I hurt you,” he said.
“No,” I answered. “Oh, no, my love. You feel glorious inside me.”
“Truly?”
I moved upward, stroking his cock with my wet pussy. “See how I want you.”
“Then may God help me, because I can’t hold back.”
He began moving. Strong, slow strokes. Deep inside me, then sliding back and thrusting forward again. I’d never felt the like, and my breaths turned to gasps, rising in time with his movements. He filled me perfectly, and the root of him made contact against my pearl. I’d spend again, and soon. No one could withstand this assault and not die of pleasure.
He moved faster and deeper as his own need grew more urgent. Holding onto his shoulders as an anchor in this storm, I urged him on with my own answering movements. I’d need to stop him soon, ask him to withdraw before he shot his sperm inside me. But how could I live without him inside me at the ultimate moment? Perfect bliss. I needed more and more.
I’d stop him later. For now, I had to have him inside me.
He grunted and strained as his movements became more frantic. Harder, deeper, pushing us both to the limit. My lust tore me from the real world, leaving nothing but the friction of his body against mine, the pressure of his cock inside me, and the fire building in my belly.
Stop him! my brain shrieked. But my body drowned it out. A few more seconds and I’d spend as I’d never done before. I couldn’t stop him without having that.
Too late. I reached the crest and soared past. Every inch of me burst into flames as it hit, starting deep within me and then rushing along the length of my cunny. Everywhere. I grasped his cock as the explosions wracked me. Heaven.
He pounded into me, wild with his own need. He growled and then roared as he stiffened. Another massive thrust and then another, and he went rigid in my arms. He’d spent, sending his semen in waves inside me.
I should have been angry, aghast at what we’d done, but all I could do was hold him while he reached his own heaven and then floated back to earth. After several heartbeats, he went limp, moaning into my ear, “Oh, Lily. Lily, Lily. I never dreamt…”
I stroked his face and placed kisses against his lips. “My darling Arthur. No one ever dreamt it could be like that.”
“I love you. I swear it.”
My sweet lad. He’d had his first real taste of good sex. Of course he’d say he loved me. At this moment, he did. That would fade. For now I’d take his words and hold them in my heart.
After several shuddering breaths, he opened his eyes and looked down into my face. “I meant to pull out, but I’m glad now I didn’t.”
“My silly boy.”
“I’m not a boy. I know what I’ve done. I’ll marry you, of course.”
“That isn’t necessary.”
He looked down at me, his brow knitted with puzzlement. “We may have made a child. Of course it’s necessary that we marry.”
“How sweet of you.” I stroked his face. “I have the means to take care of things on my own.”
“It’s not a thing. It’s my son or daughter.” He pulled out of me and sat up. “I can’t believe you’d take this so lightly.”
I sat up next to him and put a hand on his shoulder. “There’s no need for this conversation. We don’t know that I’ll conceive.”
“If you do, we will become man and wife. I insist.”
“Arthur, that isn’t really what you want.”
He turned and glared at me. “I want you as my wife, and I want to raise our child together.”
Oh dear. The man was a romantic. I should have guessed as much, given his tender concern for a virgin wife he hadn’t even met yet. Now, out of misplaced obligation, he planned to tie himself to an older woman with a ghastly reputation.
“You’re a dear man,” I said. “But you’re very young. You’ll change your mind.”
“You’re wrong about that.”
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br /> “We had a wonderful fucking.” Wonderful didn’t do it justice, actually. Glorious, spectacular, transcendent were better. In my whole adventurous life, I’d never had its equal. “Once we’ve been apart, you’ll see things more rationally.”
“Stop telling me my own mind.”
“If you feel so sure of yourself, stay away for a month. We’ll know by then if I’m with child. We can deal with each other reasonably.”
“Reasonably.” He huffed. “I don’t see anything reasonable about it.”
“Then stay away because I ask it.”
“All right.” He got up, found his drawers and pants and shoved his feet into them. “One month. Not a day longer.”
“Thank you.”
He slipped on his shirt and scooped up the rest of his things, then went to the door and let himself out. As the latch sprang closed again, I lay back against the bed.
That was that. He’d come to his senses in the next weeks. If he did come back, he’d most likely agree that we didn’t belong together. A polite conversation between two acquaintances. Damn. It would hurt less if he didn’t come back at all.
CHAPTER THREE
WEEKS LATER, ARTHUR CAME TO ME IN A DREAM. Actually, I had dreamt of him almost every night, but this particular nightly visit was the most erotic of any of them. The two of us floated in a warm pond with a waterfall at one end. Fields surrounded us, filled with wildflowers. Brightly colored insects flitted from blossom to blossom. The natural beauty around us fairly demanded nakedness, and the water lapped at my breasts. As my excitement grew, Arthur’s cock slipped inside my cunny, filling me and stroking my inner depths.
If only it were real.
I clung to the image. Savored the feeling of his bulk inside me. Strained for completion before the dream faded. Faster and harder he moved as I got closer and closer to orgasm.
Just seconds from spending, I awakened. Damn. My breath was coming hard and I needed more. I reached to the lips of my sex to stroke myself and found fingers already there.