by Jenika Snow
His gaze was riveted to the area between her legs and she felt herself grow increasingly wetter. It was like the knowledge that he was looking at her down there triggered something inside of her, had her body preparing itself for his penetration. At the first feel of Kristoff’s finger sliding through her folds she closed her eyes and sighed. It felt so good to finally be touched, and the fact that it was Kristoff touching her made it feel even better. She never knew how much she ached for this moment until he was finally giving it to her. The digit slid through her slit and circled her hole. Biting her lip, she tasted blood when she felt him slide that thick, long finger into her.
“So tight and wet.” Her eyes snapped open when she felt his warm breath on her. “You’re so ready for me, baby. I bet you taste even better.” She lifted her head and looked down at him. He was watching his finger move in and out of her body, his gaze heavy lidded, his mouth slightly parted. As if he couldn’t contain his need any longer, he latched his mouth on her clit and sucked feverishly all while his finger pushed in and out of her. His other hand gripped her inner thigh, lifting it and placing it over his shoulder, giving him more access to her cunt. His shoulders, as wide as mountains, settled between her legs. Unused muscles stretched and protested, but she loved the feeling. She gripped his hair again, loving the feel of the strands tangled between her fingers.
“You’re so fucking sweet, Veronica.” He slid his finger from her body and replaced it with his tongue. “Your pussy taste like ambrosia, like the sweetest berry. I could eat your cunt out all night, savoring you until you were so swollen from my mouth you begged me to stop.” He flattened his tongue and ran it from her pussy hole to her clit. “Tell me how much you want that, baby. Tell me you want my mouth fucking this sweet little pussy.”
A wave of dizziness assaulted her at his words. He abused her flesh oh so good, urging her to tell him what he wanted to hear. “Yes, Kristoff, yes. I want your mouth on me. I want your cock in me.” The last part spilled from her, and she felt her eyes widen. Never had she spoken so bluntly, so wantonly. He grunted against her vagina, the knowledge that he liked her talking so freely causing her to groan.
He fucked her with his tongue, and she desperately wanted him to use another part of his anatomy on the clenching hole. Thumb circling her clit now, Veronica thought she would pass out from the dual sensations. Over and over he teased her until she found herself lifting her hips up, thrusting her pussy into his face for more contact. So close, she was so close to feeling that wonderful sensation again that she let go of his hair and gripped the sheets, hanging on for when the tidal wave of ecstasy finally claimed her. It didn’t take long for Kristoff’s expert mouth and fingers to have that crest of sensation tumbling forth and sucking every last ounce of energy from her.
When the wave left and he moved out from between her thighs she felt bereft, but then he was lying beside her, his fingers dancing across her thigh as the heavy pants of his suppressed pleasure teased the hair by her ear, and that emptiness eased. It was then that she realized her husband had gotten her off twice, yet he was suffering, unfulfilled. Pushing herself up, she looked down at him, knowing that it was time to put her training to use.
Chapter Seven
Veronica thought back to all the lessons she learned on how to orally please a man. She reached for his pants and started undoing them. She kept her eyes on him, giving him visual stimulation as well as physical. His eyes were closed and a look of strained concentration marred his face. She used that moment to really look at him. His nose, a straight line that spoke of the aristocracy, was in the center of his face. The hard ridges of his cheekbones led down to a square jaw. She wondered what he would look like with morning stubble and his hair askew from their continuous lovemaking.
The ridges of muscles on his abdomen clenched with the force of his breathing. His eyes slowly opened and the green depths seemed to glow in the dim light. His gaze was locked on her, watching as she slid the zipper down and pulled the sides apart. The white material of his underwear was a stark contrast to his tanned flesh and she felt her mouth water. A line of dark hair led from just below his belly button to the waistband of his underwear. She gripped the edges of both garments and started pulling them down. Kristoff lifted his hips to aid in what she was doing, and when his cock sprang forth everything around her stilled.
Hair a shade darker than the blond locks on his head framed the thick root of his shaft. He was big and hard. His thighs were thick tree trunks, massive and solid with a light dusting of lightly colored hair covering them. His penis was fully erect and reached well passed his bellybutton as it lay on his stomach. He was so large and she was so small in comparison that she couldn’t help but wonder how in the world he would fit comfortably inside of her. She knew a woman was made to stretch, but good lord he was massive.
She wrapped her hand around him and swallowed when her thumb and middle finger didn’t touch. He was velvet over steel and he was scorching hot in her grip. Veronica needed to quit worrying about what would and wouldn’t fit and focus on pleasing him as much as he pleased her. Sliding her hand down the root of his shaft, she squeezed and smiled when he grunted in response. The tip of him was painted red, and a drop of moisture dotted the slit. Leaning forward she swiped her tongue along the bead of pre-cum and moaned at his flavor. The taste was very masculine, like saltwater taffy and male sweat. The dual combination may have not sounded appealing, but to her it was heaven. She encased the head, sucked hard and twirled her tongue on the underside of his cock. The large vein that ran the length throbbed under her touch, and she moved her hand up and down his length, loving that he swelled even further in her grasp. His hands found their way into her hair this time and he tugged. There was a sting of biting pain but it felt good, made her feel like she was doing it right. She may have been trained in the art of oral, but she had never practiced on an actual man before. There were videos and demonstrations using anatomically correct dummies.
For a virgin wife must never see the penis of a man that wasn’t her husband.
Veronica hollowed out her cheeks, applying the maximum amount of suction she could while she used her hand to stroke the rest of his cock she couldn’t reach with her mouth. Tiny bursts of salty cum exploded in her mouth so she picked up her speed and moaned around the head on the upstroke. The vibrations would travel down his shaft, hopefully driving him mad with pleasure. She used her free hand to grab the massive weights that hung beneath his cock. His balls were heavy in her palm and when she caressed them she felt the skin tighten. He started to lift his hips into her, thrusting his dick in her mouth while he murmured how good it felt, how much she pleased him.
His fingers moving sensually in her hair, she could tell Kristoff was getting closer and closer to his own climax. Another burst of cum filled her mouth, and she greedily swallowed. She tried to take as much of him as she could, but when the tip of him reached the back of her throat and still half of his shaft was visible, she knew it wouldn’t happen. Over and over she sucked him. Up and down, up and down. His hips started pumping into her mouth harder and faster now and soon all she could do was brace her hands on his body and let him ride out his orgasm.
“Jesus Christ, Veronica.” He groaned loudly, cursing that it was so good. Too good. Roaring out that it would never be enough, that she would never be enough. His ejaculation filled her mouth to the brim and she swallowed as much as she could. Some of his cum slipped out the corner of her mouth, but his load was massive, just like the rest of him. When he was spent she let his still semi-erect shaft slip from her mouth, but first she sucked on the head, licked it clean until he was groaning and lightly pushing her away.
“Shit, baby.” He threw his arm over his eyes and sought her out with his other hand. He pulled her close, and she curled into his body, closed her eyes, and smiled. He was pleased, which in turn made her pleased. She never thought it would feel like this, but she was pleasantly surprised that it did.
Chapter
Eight
They lay together for several long moments until their breathing evened out. She thought he had fallen asleep but then he dropped his arm from his eyes and turned to look at her. He stared at her for several long moments before leaning in and kissing her. His tongue stroked over her lips before slipping between the seam. He slid his hand between her thighs, tested her readiness, and urged her to spread her thighs.
This was it. This was the moment that she had thought about since she knew what it was. His hips fit perfectly in the cradle of hers, and she felt the hot hardness of his cock press against her cleft. Ever so gently he started pressing into her, not penetrating her but rubbing the root of his erection on her clit. Up and down he moved his hips, swiveling his groin just right so she was moving with him, their movements mimicking what she wanted to do, desperately.
“Kristoff, please,” she breathed against his mouth. At this point she wasn’t below begging him.
“God, just hearing you say my name, pleading with me makes me so damn hard, baby.” He took her wrists and placed her arms above her head, causing her body to stretch beneath his. Her breasts brushed along the hard, smooth planes of his chest, her nipples scraping against his skin, driving her wild.
“I want inside of you so fucking badly, Veronica.” He thrust against her, hard. “I want to feel your tight, hot little cunt spreading around my cock, milking me until I come and fill you up.” The words tumbled out of him fast and rough. “You want that too, don’t you, sweetheart?”
“God, yes. Yes, I want that.” She was beyond thinking clearly by now. Her pussy felt hot and wet, so damn wet that she knew her moisture coated his shaft, making it slide easily through her slit. Grabbing his shaft, he placed the tip at her entrance. Immediately her pussy clamped down, as if her body knew what was right there and was eager to grab hold.
Inch by agonizing inch Kristoff started pushing into her. “Fuck,” Veronica watched him as he continued to advance. He was so large and thick that she felt so full, so completely possessed by him. The tightening of his hands on her wrists made her feel trapped, but not in a bad way. Everything he did to her, every little touch, every little stroke was for her pleasure. Even restraining her made her feel safe and protected.
She knew when he came against her barrier because his body tensed above hers and he stopped advancing. He leaned back so that he could look into her eyes and dipped his head to bring his lips to hers.
“I’m sorry. It’s going to hurt. There isn’t any way around it.” He kissed her again and murmured, “I’d take the pain if I could.” And she knew he would, even though they had just met. Whatever was between them, whatever he sensed when he saw her was far stronger than just two people being together. She may not love him, not yet, but she could easily see herself falling for him, hard.
He started to pull out so that just the head of his shaft was poised at her entrance and then he was pushing back into her, right through her hymen, breaking the thin barrier that marked her innocence. The sting of pain had her wincing, and he started dropping tiny kisses around her face, whispering how good she felt, that everything was okay. When he was fully buried within her body he stilled, allowing her to adjust to his size. They kissed slowly, their mouths moving together, opening yet no tongue slipping past their lips. It was highly sensual and erotic. He gripped the back of her thigh, but secured both of her wrists in one of his hands. Lifting and pulling her leg outwards, he deepened the penetration by another inch and had her gasping in his mouth.
He started slowly moving within her. In and out. Slow and gentle. Sweat coated their bodies and every time he slid all of his inches into her their skin would slide together, slick with their perspiration. Their mingled breaths were labored, and in between kissing, nipping, and sucking, Kristoff was bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. The arm that held her wrists was by her head, the muscles bulging every time he thrust into her. Tendrils of hair stuck to the side of her face and beads of water and salt dotted the area between her breasts and started slipping down between her ribs to pool in her belly button.
Kristoff watched the act of those beads of sweat making their trek down her body and dipped his head, dragging his tongue up her cleavage and following the same path those droplets made to her belly button. The feel of his tongue swirling on the outer rim of that little indentation had her body shaking and her hips lifting.
“Oh, yes,” she hissed the last word when he ran his tongue back up her body and kissed her. She tasted the saltiness of her own body on him and sucked his tongue into her mouth, drawing it in hard and fast and moaning from the flavor. His taste mixed with hers was intoxicating, addicting.
She opened her mouth and cried out when he pressed against something inside of her, making her whole body tense with ecstasy. “Christ, baby, I’m going to come. Please tell me you’re close.” She couldn’t speak, couldn’t even form words as he continued to rub along the extra sensitive area inside of her pussy, driving her higher into oblivion. “You’re so tight, Veronica. You clench around me and it feels like a fist, like fucking heaven. I’m going to come so hard. So. Fucking. Hard.” He slammed into her fiercely on the last word, and she cried out in climax. Something opened up inside of her, like a dam breaking free. It blinded her, carried her deeper into the abyss. She was vaguely aware of Kristoff slamming his hips into her, dragging his cock in and out of her convulsing pussy. He roared out his own release and she felt the thick, heavy jets of his cum fill her, marking her as his. Whatever was happening wouldn’t relent. The pleasure was non-stop, all consuming, and she never wanted it to end.
He collapsed on top of her, murmuring gruff words that she couldn’t understand, that she didn’t even think were coherent. Her inner muscles continued to quake around his softening cock, and when he finally pulled out of her she sucked in the first real breath of air since he had first entered her. She felt soaked, completely saturated, and she didn’t know if it was from her massive orgasm or Kristoff’s cum. Either way she had no intentions of moving, and when he lay next to her and pulled her into the cradle of his body, she smiled and relaxed for the first time in what felt like forever.
“Everything is going to be okay, sweetheart.” He pulled back and ran the pad of his finger between her eyes. “I’m going to make you the happiest woman alive, because I know in my heart you’ll make me the happiest man on Earth.” He kissed her forehead and whispered into her hair, “You already have.” His words had her heart racing and her blood pumping through her veins. Endorphins spread through her body, and they had nothing to do with the orgasms he gave her. She may have just met him, but this man, a virtual stranger that had just taken her virginity and claimed her as his wife, gave her hope that maybe everything would be okay.
The End
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