She sighed. Unfortunately, he was right. Even now her nipples stood erect, aching for his touch and the spot between her legs was damp with anticipation. To hell with traditions! There was nothing wrong in making love to the man she’d soon be married to.
“I don’t want you to go,” she said, emboldened by her decision. “And I don’t want you to hold back. I love doing these… things… with you. Because I love you.”
He smiled. “Are you sure?”
“As sure as I can be after twenty-five years of believing otherwise. But I may still struggle a little not to feel guilty about feeling like this with you.”
“You’re a fast study, my love,” he chuckled. “And despite the brave face you’re showing me now, I’ll delight in introducing you to sexual pleasures that will make your entire body flush, right before you scream my name.”
Agnieska felt herself flush the way he’d mentioned and a surge of wetness dampened her underwear. She definitely had a lot to learn in this field if she ever wanted to be a match for her mischievous husband-to-be.
Somehow he’d managed to unbutton her blouse and stare at her thin camisole, barely hiding her bare breasts from his heated gaze. Shivers of hot and cold racked her body as she noticed the raw desire in his eyes. The next moment his hands fondled her breasts and his mouth latched over the turgid tip, fabric and all. She gasped in delight as he sucked.
When he released her nipple, he murmured, “Your sexy noises reach right inside me. Feel what they do to me.” He pressed his rigid member against her stomach. Once again she was surprised at the immense size and even more astonished that it would fit inside of her, although just barely.
“I would swoop you up in my arms and carry you upstairs if I could.”
She smiled. “Walking up the stairs is something I can do perfectly well by myself, but making me whimper those sounds you seem to love so much is something I can’t do alone.”
“Alright, woman. You walk upstairs and I’ll make you whimper and scream once we’re there,” he said, giving her a playful slap on her butt. “Go. I’ll be right with you.”
* * *
Stan quickly brushed his teeth, changed into his nightshirt and grabbed the blanket from the shed before he joined Agnieska in her bedroom. She looked even more beautiful now, dressed in a thin, white nightgown, her chestnut hair hanging loose across her shoulders, her face scrubbed shiny, and wearing an expectant look as she waited for him.
She seemed completely unaware that her nightgown was see-through or that the scooped neckline gave him an exquisite view of her unbound breasts. He wondered whether she wore anything beneath. I’ll soon find out. The thought hardened his loins and he sat on the bedside, unbuckling his wooden leg before he joined her beneath the blanket.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, caressing her face, placing little kisses on her shoulder and slowly shoving the straps of her nightgown down her arms.
The blush that suffused from her neck all the way to her temples the very moment her breasts were bared to his stare endeared her even more to him. He decided to tease her slow and tender until she begged him for more.
His mouth, lips and tongue dedicated themselves to her breasts, his hands pushing up her nightgown until he reached the hem. Deftly shoving it up, his hand wandered to the hair patch at the end of her thighs. But despite her moans and whimpers, he resisted touching her most intimate spot and instead drew circles on her thighs and stomach.
Each circle ended right above the spot where she wanted him to touch her. She arched into his hand, desperate moans leaving her throat every time he took his hand just out of reach. Writhing and thrashing she lay at his side, goosebumps breaking out all across her wonderful silky skin. He released the nipple he’d been suckling and biting only to blow air on it.
Her gasp filled the room, and he doubted his own self-control would hold out long enough to keep teasing her slow. His dick had grown to a beyond impossible steely length, stretching his skin against the pulsating rush of blood.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“Me?”
“Yes, tell me what you want me to do?”
“I…” A heated flush turned her skin rosy and enticing.
“My love. Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Can you, touch me… there?”
“Where?” Stan almost chuckled at her refusal to call her clit by its name. But he needed to know she really wanted this and wouldn’t be full of guilt later.
“Down there….” When his hand didn’t move, she scoffed angrily. “Right between my legs.”
“As you wish,” he said and slipped off the bed, kneeling on his good leg.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Giving you pleasure,” he chuckled. “Move over here and spread your legs for me.”
She swallowed but obeyed and moments later he stared at her open, wet mound. Red, soft flesh surrounded by a patch of dark hair. Slick with her juices. He licked his lips. He needed to get a good taste of her and bent down for a kiss.
“Ohohohoh,” she whimpered. When his tongue darted out and licked inside her wet folds, she bucked her hips into his face.
“Slow, darling” he said as he captured her rocking hips between his hands and pushed her down onto the mattress. Then he licked up and down her folds, soaking up her delicious juices. She tasted of unabated arousal. Her bucking and whimpering increased and he knew she wouldn’t hold out much longer. “Do you want to come?” he asked, removing his face from between her legs.
“Oh no. Oh yes. I mean… don’t stop.”
“You want me to make you come all over my face? Tell me,” he said, chuckling. He loved embarrassing her like this and pushing her to her limits. Just as he had anticipated, his dirty words reddened even the skin on her inner thighs and a flood of slick juices seeped out of her. Oh, how he wanted to pound his dick inside her tight hole. But that would have to wait. First he’d elevate her to the stars with his tongue.
Her legs wrapped around his back, trying to force him to continue licking her, but he resisted. Even though she must know that she was no match for his strength, she still tried, which only made him admire her spirit even more.
“Say it and I’ll lick you to the heavens in less than thirty seconds.” To emphasize his words, he blew a breath on her wet, swollen clit, loving the shudder going through her body.
“Please. Please lick me right there between my legs,” she begged and he slowly pressed his mouth to the side of her outer labia.
“Here?”
“No.” An exasperated sigh followed. “You’re really going to make me say it.”
“Yes and it will be worth every syllable.” He chuckled at her continued embarrassment.
“Alright. But only because you’re forcing me.”
“I’m not forcing you to do anything. See.” He removed his mouth and gave a feather light touch to her throbbing bud with his finger. Just enough to send her flying, but holding her up there without the release she so yearned for.
“Lick that nerve bundle right there where your thumb is.”
“Well done, darling.” He squeezed her ass cheeks and went down on her, gently sucking her clit into his mouth. The moment it was between his lips, Agnieska exploded and again he had to capture her hips to keep her still. He licked and suckled until her torso came up and thrashed back onto the mattress.
“Stan! Oh God Stan!” she screamed.
Several orgasms later, he finally gave in to his own pleasure and took her, spilling his seed inside her in an epic release.
“It’s not enough that you take me every way possible, you even make me spell it out for you,” she jokingly complained, as they lay spent in each other’s arms.
“That’s because I love it when you talk dirty.”
“Oh, no, what have I gotten myself into?”
“Not more than you can handle, but I might say that your perception of marital duties will never be the same again.” He care
ssed her shoulder, ready to go again. But looking at her tired face he decided that tomorrow was another day.
“We’re not even married yet…”
“Sleep sweetheart,” he said, but she’d already closed her eyes. His chest filled with undying love as he looked at the tiny woman in his arms.
Chapter 28
The next morning Agnieska woke early, because something heavy weighed her down. She moved and found Stan’s arm tightly wrapped around her waist. With a smile on her lips she kissed him awake.
“Get up lazybones, we have work to do.”
He lazily opened his eyes and licked his lips when his gaze fell on her bare breasts. “Is it work we can do in bed?”
She giggled. “No. It’s work you have to do dressed and out in the fields or we won’t have food to eat come winter.”
“It would be a shame for those gorgeous curves if we can’t feed you properly,” he laughed, and rolled out of bed, but not before pressing soft kisses on her breast and a more passionate one on her mouth.
Agnieska wondered whether this would be how she’d wake up every morning for the rest of her life. They ate breakfast and took care of the chores until noon, when Stan returned to the house with Tadzio, Malgorzata and little Lola in tow.
“What’s up with that many guests?” Agnieska eyed him suspiciously.
“I promised to make an honest woman out of you,” he chuckled. “And they’re our wedding party.”
For a moment Agnieska swayed at the notion of returning to the town hall, but Stan held her by the shoulders and whispered into her ear, “Don’t be afraid, because from now on I’ll protect you with my own life.”
She was moved to tears.
“Ready to go? Our transport is waiting,” he said and offered her his arm. They would go to the registry office for an unceremonious administrative act of signing a piece of paper and then return to the house to celebrate with their friends.
“Yes. Let’s go get married.” Agnieska wondered what kind of transport he’d arranged and as they stepped outside, she found a lorry full of hens waiting for them. She giggled and climbed into the driver’s cabin, the man apparently a friend of Stan’s from his time with the partisans.
“Congratulations. Would have bet all my worldly possessions that no woman would shackle our Stan. His brother, yes, but him? Anyhow, I’m happy for both of you.”
Ten minutes later they arrived at the town hall and the driver promised to pick them up again in one hour. The clerk at the registry office didn’t seem overly interested in them; he simply checked their passports and then signed their wedding certificate. “You are married now.”
After the short ceremony, they walked out into the sunshine as husband and wife.
“What now?” Agnieska asked him.
“Since we have forty-five minutes left until Dariusz picks us up again, I’d like to go to the post office and send a telegram to Peter.”
Agnieska stared at the crazy man who was now her husband.
“What’s wrong with sending a telegram?” Stan asked, misinterpreting her shock.
“Nothing. But wouldn’t Peter enjoy a letter explaining everything instead of a simple telegram saying ‘Got married to Agnieska stop.’?”
Stan chuckled. “That’s a woman thinking. What else would he need to know?”
Agnieska shook her head but decided to write a veritable letter during the next days with some details about their situation, the farm, the neighbors, and Poland in general.
When they returned home, a huge surprise awaited Agnieska. Thanks to the help Stan had procured days ago, the roof repairs had been completed and while they were gone, some helping hands had moved a huge marital bed into the master bedroom.
Agnieska wept with joy as she touched the fine wood and the soft linen sheets, no doubt a wedding gift from Malgorzata.
“She is a good woman,” Stan commented.
“She is. A good friend as well.”
“Let’s go celebrate,” Stan suggested and they climbed downstairs to meet Tadzio’s family in the kitchen with expectant faces.
Much, much later they retreated to their new bedroom with the much bigger bed. Agnieska looked at the man she loved so much and finally found the reason she had survived when so many had perished: to heal the broken spirit of this wonderful man with her love.
“I love you, Agnieska.”
She tipped her head up and kissed his jaw. “I love you right back. Thank you for keeping me here when I wanted to leave.”
“I will always be there for you, no matter what. Remember that.”
“Always.”
She was quiet for a few minutes and then her fingers started drawing circles on his chest. “Stan?”
“Yes?”
“This is a really nice, comfortable bed.”
Stan grinned and nodded. “Yes. Your point?”
“Well, I was thinking. We should probably consummate our marriage. Just in case. I mean, you promised to make an honest woman of me and you’ve yet to do that.”
“Oh, really? I thought marrying you made you an honest woman.”
“Well, in a manner of speaking. I think I’d like to see if married sex is different than unmarried sex.”
Stan rolled her beneath him and kissed her lingeringly. “There’s only one difference that I know of.”
“What’s that?” she asked.
“I can actively try to impregnate you now. How many children would you like?”
“Children?” she asked on a squeak.
“I’d like a little girl who looks just like her mother.”
Agnieska nodded and then smiled. “I think I’d like that too.”
“It could take a while. We’ll have to work extra hard and be persistent,” he said with a smirk.
“I’m up for the challenge.”
Stan met her eyes and she saw the love shining from them. “I will always be up for whatever challenges come our way.”
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