stomach fluttered and my hand tightened against his as we rocked together in perfect tempo.
"Tell me," he said gruffly, "tell me how to get you off."
His tone was demanding but loving and I moaned, "F-fuck me, harder, just like this."
He increased his thrusts but held the angle and my hips met his as my clit rubbed harder and faster against him. I threw my head back and cried out as my body clenched around him and he let out a harsh, choked breath and I felt his cock spasm inside me as he thrust quickly a few more times. He held himself just slightly off me and kissed me in between our attempts to catch our breath before he rolled to his back and took me with him.
He cuddled me very close, kissing my forehead before tipping my chin up to press kisses to my eyelids, nose and mouth. "I didn't know, sweetheart, what the difference between sex and love was, but you just showed me."
"Thank you, for taking your time with me." My voice rasped with overuse.
"It was entirely my pleasure," he winked, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. "Let's take a shower and clean up and then we'll rest. It's been a long day, and a very sweet long night."
My legs ached and although I stumbled a bit on wobbly knees, Perseus didn't let me fall. He stripped the bed of the sheets and dropped them into a laundry basket in the bathroom. He flipped a handle and steamy water poured from a showerhead over a drain in the corner of the bathroom.
When the oil lamp was turned up higher and the room was well lit, I noticed that his hands were dark. I picked one up and looked at it and then realized it was blood. I glanced down at myself and saw streaks and fingerprints, dark on my skin, and blood smeared between my thighs. My eyes widened in surprise. Well, that answered my question about blood.
I could have been embarrassed by it, but in truth it was just a testament to my virginity. I only had it to give away once, and I was glad that one of my mates was the one who got that gift from me. I smiled up at my husband, "Thanks for the shower idea."
Returning my smile, he pulled me under the hot water and poured a generous amount of sweet smelling gel into his palm. Lathering quickly, he began to slowly stroke his hands across me, cleaning my skin. "Well, I didn't think you'd like to sleep on the wet spot," he chuckled, "and besides, it's part of taking care of you." He was quiet for a few minutes as I joined in the soap play and ran my lathered hands across his impressive body. "Was it, uh, did you like it?" He asked suddenly, when I was mesmerized by his tiny brown nipples.
"Like what?"
He smirked in response.
Oh . "Of course I did. Did you like it?"
He placed my soapy hand on his cock that had gone erect again. "I liked it so much that I can't wait to do it again. But later, after we rest a little."
I stroked his cock, marveling at the mixed textures - both hard and soft, firm and yielding - until he removed my hand and suggested that sticking to his plan of resting for a while first was going to go out the window if I didn't stop playing. I rather liked the idea of having some control over my new husband's pleasure.
When we were rinsed and dried, I helped him make the bed with fresh sheets and blankets and we fell asleep, tangled together.
He woke me up several hours later by going down on me, fingering my pussy and sucking my clit into his mouth gently at first and then with increasing intensity. When the pleasure thundered down on me, I shrieked and clawed at the sheets, crying out for him with wordless mutterings. We made love again and when he pulled me on top of him and showed me how to ride him, I knew as I watched his eyes roll back in pleasure that he was reveling in being the first for so many things for me. And I was reveling in it, too.
Chapter 7
"I'm just wondering if the wizard won't be able to use me for his ceremony any longer because I'm not a,
"Tell me," he said gruffly, "tell me how to get you off."
His tone was demanding but loving and I moaned, "F-fuck me, harder, just like this."
He increased his thrusts but held the angle and my hips met his as my clit rubbed harder and faster against him. I threw my head back and cried out as my body clenched around him and he let out a harsh, choked breath and I felt his cock spasm inside me as he thrust quickly a few more times. He held himself just slightly off me and kissed me in between our attempts to catch our breath before he rolled to his back and took me with him.
He cuddled me very close, kissing my forehead before tipping my chin up to press kisses to my eyelids, nose and mouth. "I didn't know, sweetheart, what the difference between sex and love was, but you just showed me."
"Thank you, for taking your time with me." My voice rasped with overuse.
"It was entirely my pleasure," he winked, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. "Let's take a shower and clean up and then we'll rest. It's been a long day, and a very sweet long night."
My legs ached and although I stumbled a bit on wobbly knees, Perseus didn't let me fall. He stripped the bed of the sheets and dropped them into a laundry basket in the bathroom. He flipped a handle and steamy water poured from a showerhead over a drain in the corner of the bathroom.
When the oil lamp was turned up higher and the room was well lit, I noticed that his hands were dark. I picked one up and looked at it and then realized it was blood. I glanced down at myself and saw streaks and fingerprints, dark on my skin, and blood smeared between my thighs. My eyes widened in surprise. Well, that answered my question about blood.
I could have been embarrassed by it, but in truth it was just a testament to my virginity. I only had it to give away once, and I was glad that one of my mates was the one who got that gift from me. I smiled up at my husband, "Thanks for the shower idea."
Returning my smile, he pulled me under the hot water and poured a generous amount of sweet smelling gel into his palm. Lathering quickly, he began to slowly stroke his hands across me, cleaning my skin. "Well, I didn't think you'd like to sleep on the wet spot," he chuckled, "and besides, it's part of taking care of you." He was quiet for a few minutes as I joined in the soap play and ran my lathered hands across his impressive body. "Was it, uh, did you like it?" He asked suddenly, when I was mesmerized by his tiny brown nipples.
"Like what?"
He smirked in response.
Oh . "Of course I did. Did you like it?"
He placed my soapy hand on his cock that had gone erect again. "I liked it so much that I can't wait to do it again. But later, after we rest a little."
I stroked his cock, marveling at the mixed textures - both hard and soft, firm and yielding - until he removed my hand and suggested that sticking to his plan of resting for a while first was going to go out the window if I didn't stop playing. I rather liked the idea of having some control over my new husband's pleasure.
When we were rinsed and dried, I helped him make the bed with fresh sheets and blankets and we fell asleep, tangled together.
He woke me up several hours later by going down on me, fingering my pussy and sucking my clit into his mouth gently at first and then with increasing intensity. When the pleasure thundered down on me, I shrieked and clawed at the sheets, crying out for him with wordless mutterings. We made love again and when he pulled me on top of him and showed me how to ride him, I knew as I watched his eyes roll back in pleasure that he was reveling in being the first for so many things for me. And I was reveling in it, too.
Chapter 7
"I'm just wondering if the wizard won't be able to use me for his ceremony any longer because I'm not a,
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