by Folsom, Tina
Keeping his touch gentle, careful not to be too rough, his eyes wandered over her flushed face. Her skin glistened, and beads of sweat formed on her neck and forehead. He’d never seen a lady sweat—plenty of whores, yes, but not a well-bred woman. It was frowned upon in polite society, yet Nico decided that it was becoming of her. In fact, Oriana looked positively ravishing—no, more than that, positively wanton—the way a thin sheen of moisture built on her skin.
He wondered what it would be like once she rode him. Her petite body would be aflame, and their bodies would glide against each other smoothly, helped by the moisture that was building on their skin. But not only Oriana’s skin was getting increasingly moist, her sex was now saturated with her arousal, the enticing scent of it spreading in the bedchamber like an expensive perfume the trade ships had brought from the East.
He inhaled it, taking it into his body as if it were nourishment. And maybe it was, because it doubled the power and wildness that lived within him. At the same time, it made his cock ache more intensely.
He hadn’t undressed yet, and he wouldn’t until Oriana was good and ready for him. Because once his cock was let out of its confinement, he would plunge it into her within seconds, unable to hold back any longer. He’d never been so randy in his life. Was it because tonight he was going to fuck a lady, not one of the whores who normally saw to his needs? Needs that were becoming more urgent by the second.
But while he couldn’t satisfy them yet, he could do something else he’d always enjoyed. Talking to a woman while he pleasured her. But not in polite words, rather words no well-bred woman knew. Could he risk it with Oriana?
Before he could even make a decision, his mouth was already open. “What a beautiful cunny you have.”
A hushed breath rushed from her lungs, and her eyes flew open.
He hesitated, but she didn’t pull back. Instead she gyrated against his hand that had stilled, clearly urging him to continue. Locking eyes with her, he not only stroked his finger upwards to her pearl, but he also spoke again. “Yes, the sexiest cunt I’ve ever touched.”
Her eyes widened, and the blush on her cheeks darkened.
“The tastiest I’ve ever licked.”
She moaned, her lips parting and her tongue darting out to lick them. He groaned. “And when you came apart this morning, I felt your pussy clamp down on my finger as if you wanted to pull me deep inside you. Was that what you wanted?” He probed at the entrance to her body. “Was it, Oriana?”
Her sex arched toward him, but he didn’t push inside her. Instead, he circled her slit.
“You have to tell me what you want, my sweet. Do you want my finger in your cunt?”
She dropped her lids halfway, avoiding his insistent gaze, but he wouldn’t let her get away with it. He lifted his hand from her pussy and slid farther up, attempting to free his hand from under the silk fabric.
“No!” she cried out.
He stopped in his movement, leaving his hand where it was, barely grazing her pubic hair. “Yes, my sweet?”
Lifting her lids slowly, her gaze crashed into his. Her eyes were dark with lust and passion, her voice breathless, when she finally answered, “I want your finger inside my . . . c-c-cunt.”
He gave her what she wanted, sliding his hand back between her legs and extending his middle finger. Then he parted her folds and pushed inside her tight sheath.
A contented sigh came over Oriana’s lips. He bent over her face, his lips hovering over hers. “See, my sweet, the things I’ll give you if only you ask.”
Then he withdrew his finger and pushed back inside, making her gasp for air. She was tighter than anything he’d ever felt. He knew that she would scream out in pain if he tried to plunge his cock into her and rip her hymen, which he was probably already partially perforating with his finger.
There had to be a way of distracting her from it. Damn it, he’d never slept with a virgin. He had no idea how painful it would be for her. Would she feel it like a pinprick? Or was it as if somebody drove a knife into her? How much pain would she feel? And how long would it last?
Maybe he could do things gradually.
Releasing her lips, he dropped his head to her neck, kissing her tempting skin. Underneath his lips, her vein pulsed, the rhythm tempting him to taste her. But he couldn’t risk that. One other task was more urgent at present: to deflower her without causing her pain.
“Sweetling, I’m going to make you feel the way you felt this morning,” he whispered to her. “Remember when your body came apart as if you were lifted in the air?” At least he hoped that was what she’d felt.
“Yes, it was . . . ” Her voice died.
“ . . . magical,” he ended her sentence for her. “And I’m going to make it magical again. But I want you to do something for me too.”
Her body froze for a moment, and he immediately rubbed his thumb over her pearl, while keeping his finger inside her. She relaxed into his touch.
“I need to stretch your beautiful cunny. You’ll have to take two of my fingers. It’ll feel uncomfortable at first.”
“But, it’s already . . . ” Again, she didn’t finish her sentence.
Nico made small circles around her center of pleasure and moved his finger gently inside her. “I know, my love. That’s why I want you to bury your face in my neck and bite me if it’s painful. That way I know to ease off.”
“Bite you? But I can’t possibly—”
He lifted his head and looked at her. “Please. I want you to.”
She eyed his neck, and slowly he dipped his head so that her lips connected with the spot where his neck and shoulder met. He shivered involuntarily. If she were a vampire female, she would know that it was normal for lovers to bite each other during the act. It would heighten their arousal. Even though Oriana was human, she would heighten his arousal despite the fact that her blunt human teeth would never break through his tough vampire skin.
When she nibbled gently, he sighed and resumed finger-fucking her while his thumb rubbed over her pearl with faster strokes. Her breathing became more uneven, her body writhing under his ministrations. Her cunny rained more juices onto his finger, the lubrication making it easier and easier to drive his finger in and out of her. On the next stroke, he added his index finger and slowly pushed both fingers forwards. Simultaneously, he caressed her clitoris faster. He felt her hold her breath, her back arching off the bed, then he slid both fingers into her.
Oriana’s teeth dug into his neck. Pleasure speared through him, and at the same moment he felt her muscles spasm around him, gripping him tighter, pulling him inside her with a force astounding for a woman.
He felt her climax violently against his hand, her teeth releasing his neck too quickly for his liking. Knowing this meant that she wasn’t in pain anymore, he continued to slide his fingers in and out of her. More gently now in rhythm with her orgasmic spasms. Her pussy relaxed, opening wider for him and allowing him to finger-fuck her. Without thinking, he added a third finger to the first two. And she took those three without any complaints. All she did was gyrate her hips against his hand, moving in synch with him.
Relieved, he pulled his head from her and gazed at her. “Are you ready for my cock now?”
Her eyes opened wide, a twinge of fear clearly visible in them.
As Nico pulled his hand from her, he noticed a few drops of blood on it. He’d ripped her hymen—good, it would make things easier from here. He took her hand to bring it to the massive bulge that pressed against the flap of his trousers, realizing too late that moisture had already leaked from it. When he pressed her hand against it, a choked sound came from her throat.
“I’ve already had three fingers inside you, love. This isn’t going to be much more.” Who was he kidding? His cock was at least as thick as four times his largest finger. And even though she was now without a hymen, he would still cause her discomfort.
Oriana squeezed his hard-on, making him jerk back. “Fuck!”
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sp; Immediately, a frightened look crossed her face and she scooted away from him. He reached for her, pulling her closer.
“Don’t be afraid! I’m sorry, but if you touch me like that, you’ll make me come in an instant.”
“Come?” she murmured.
He smiled and slid his hand over her sex, the silk fabric a thin barrier. “Yes, come.” He pressed against her still pulsing folds. “Like you came just now. You’ll do the same to me if you touch me like that.”
Confusion turned her forehead into a frown. “And you don’t like it? I thought men—”
“Oh yes, men do like that. More than anything,” he interrupted. “But you know what I like even more?”
She shook her head.
“When your sweet cunt squeezes me, just like it squeezed my fingers. So tell me, my wanton wife, will you grant me that?”
Her eyes dropped back to his erection, then her hand slid over it, stroking his entire length as if she was measuring him. “Yes.”
11
Oriana watched with fascination how Nico undressed in front of her as if he’d done so a thousand times: without shame or embarrassment, while he continued to look at her with such intensity that her body heated once more.
She still felt the shudders that had gone through her body when he’d touched her with his expert hands. Now those same hands opened the buttons of his shirt, revealing a ripped chest and flat stomach. A light dusting of dark hair covered his torso, growing stronger farther down until it built a dark line of hair that disappeared into his breeches. Almost as if it were meant as a guiding sign. She was drawn to it instinctively.
Her eyes dipping lower, she stared at the heavy bulge that was hidden behind the fabric. Earlier, she’d felt its heat under her palm. She’d felt it pulsate against her hand and had never before felt so alive when touching it.
When his hands went to the buttons of his flap, her mouth went dry. One-by-one, he eased the buttons open, then slowly pushed his trousers down, stepping out of them. His smalls followed while she lay there motionless. Only her chest moved: up and down in quick succession, her breathing having sped up. The heat she felt was unbearable. And she knew why: because she was staring at a naked man whose body was so perfect and beautiful, she couldn’t believe that he was her husband.
Even before this night, she’d known what a man’s physique was like: she’d seen depictions of the statue of David, a nude male chiseled into marble by the artist Michelangelo. But Nico was different. More beautiful, more perfect, and . . . bigger.
The hard, veined shaft that curved toward his belly was almost purple in color, attesting to the blood inside it that made it stand erect like a flag pole. Beneath it, a sac hung heavy, the oval pieces of fruit inside clearly visible.
A groan made her lift her eyes to meet Nico’s gaze. His eyes had a golden sheen to them now, the natural green in them suddenly gone. Maybe the light from the candles and the fireplace played this optical trick on her.
Nico took a step toward her then reached for the fabric of her negligee where it pooled at her midsection. He pulled on it, lifting her bottom in the process, and stripped her naked. Instinctively she covered her sex with her hands. But he gripped them and pulled them away.
“Never hide anything from me,” he warned, his voice a low growl.
The mattress dipped under his weight when he joined her on the bed. His hands pushed her thighs apart.
Oh, God, now he would mount her, and it would be painful—no way would his massive manhood fit inside her, just the way her friend Ilaria had told her. Oriana squeezed her eyes shut and steeled herself for the inevitable.
A heavy sigh came from Nico. “Open your eyes, Oriana.”
She obeyed.
“You’re still scared. That won’t do.”
She turned her head away. “I’m sorry. I’ll bear it. I promise. Mount me and—”
“Mount you? Is that how you still see it? That I’ll mount you like a stallion to take my pleasure without any regard for yours?”
“You’ve already given me pleasure. It’s only right that you receive the same. I won’t resist you.”
Nico shook his head. “That’s not how this works. I won’t mount you. Not like this.”
“But—”
She was unable to finish her sentence, because Nico suddenly turned onto his back and lifted her onto his body. Her legs fell open, straddling him. His shaft pulsed against her stomach.
“You will mount me.”
“W-what?” Shocked at his suggestion, her heart began to pound frantically.
“You heard me, my sweet. You’ll be the one to decide when I’ll enter you, and how deep and how hard I’ll thrust. You’ll be holding the reins.”
“But surely that’s not how it’s done. I mean, my friend, her husband—”
Nico placed his finger over her lips. “Your friend’s husband is not worth his salt if he can’t show his wife the pleasures of the marriage bed. And just so you know: there are hundreds of ways a man can make love to a woman, and few include mounting her. I have every intention of teaching you every single one of them.”
Surprised and at the same time relieved about his revelation, she dipped her head to his. “Will you teach me how to please you?” Because a man who showed such consideration for his wife had to be rewarded.
“My love, you already please me more than you can know. Now all we have to do is learn to please each other at the same time.” Nico placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “Now ride me, my wanton wife. Slide your pearl against my cock, and when you’re ready, then take me inside you and bear down on me.”
His hand cupped her nape, his thumb stroking her cheek.
“Yes,” she whispered.
With her hand she sought his shaft and pressed it against her sex. Then she started moving up and down, the moisture that pooled from her coating his erection and making him slide smoothly against her. The spot where he’d touched her earlier, her pearl as he’d called it, throbbed at the contact.
Oriana threw her head back, sitting up straight. Supported by her knees and Nico’s hands on her hips, she continued her tentative movements. She noticed Nico’s breathing become more ragged, his groans more guttural. The cords in his neck bulged, and his jaw clenched as if he was fighting against something.
It excited her to watch him like this, to see him submit to her touch. When she squeezed his shaft and pressed harder against him, he cursed.
“Fuck! Oriana! Have mercy with me!”
She understood what he meant, and though it still scared her, one part in her wanted to feel him inside her. One part of her wanted to feel being taken by him. To submit to him.
She lifted herself on her knees, high enough so she could guide his shaft to her female folds. When she felt the crown of his manhood press against the entrance of her body, she shivered, not with fear this time, but with excitement. She wanted this, wanted him.
Taking a deep breath, she sank down on him, impaling herself on his rod until he was completely submerged in her. The fullness she felt was overwhelming at first, robbing her of her breath. For a second, she didn’t move, trying to adjust to the foreign invasion, then she felt him move underneath her, his hips pulling back, then pushing upwards again.
A breath escaped her and joined the moan Nico released. His eyes were shining back at her, a red rim around his irises. Stunned at what she saw, she froze for a moment, but then Nico’s hands on her hips distracted her, urging her to move. At first she moved slowly, but with every second that passed, her body heated more, and her rhythm took on a life of its own, not listening to her brain anymore, but simply responding to nature’s demand.
Beneath her, Nico thrust upwards each time she bore down on him, intensifying the impact. Her pearl vibrated with each movement, driving her to continue.
“Oh, God, Oriana!” Nico cried out, before he reversed their positions, rolling her onto her back.
Suddenly she found herself underneath him, her legs spre
ad wide, and his cock pounding into her.
“But I thought,” she managed to croak.
He grinned down at her. “My turn to ride you.”
She found herself wrapping her legs around him, pulling him closer, adding to the power of his thrusts by digging her heels into his backside.
“Just like that,” he mumbled near her ear. “Let me fuck you hard and deep.”
To her surprise, she felt no pain or discomfort. All she felt was the lust that danced between them, the passion that ignited with every thrust, and the fire that burned around them. The heat that filled the room. She loved the feeling of being at his mercy, unable to get out from underneath him, unable to escape his relentless thrusts, his insatiable cock.
He stretched her wide, yet the fullness she felt was exhilarating, the sensations that raced through her body addictive. She wanted more of this. She wanted all of him.
His hands gripped her hard, probably leaving bruises on her delicate skin, but she didn’t care. As long as he touched her and looked at her with such passion, she didn’t mind. Because right now he made her feel like the most important person in his life. He only saw her. Nobody else existed.
When he sank his lips onto her neck and licked and kissed her there, she shivered, feeling a tingling sensation running through her body. As it reached her pearl, she lost all conscious thought. She was flying, her body weightless.
In the distance she heard Nico’s shout, a last thrust by him, and then a rush of warmth flooding her womb.
“Fuck, yes!!” he cried out, before he collapsed on top of her.
Her legs released him, falling limply to the sides. Before she could complain about his heavy body on her chest, Nico rolled onto his back, taking her with her, his cock slipping halfway out of her. As she lay on top of him, her body too weak to move, his hands went back to her hips, pushing her down on him completely and driving his cock deep inside her again.
She buried her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his masculine scent.
“My love?”