Reverence claimed his expression, the look in his eyes stunned as he viewed her in her finery for the first time. Her high, pert br**sts were encased in embroidered satin, the cups moulding and pushing the twin globes together to form a deep cl**vage. She wore high cut, thong panties and lace topped stockings that were no more substantial than a wisp of mist. The whole ensemble was designed to give any red-blooded man an instant hard-on.
She looked down. She already knew he was aroused, had felt the length and breadth of him pressed against her in the lift. Even so, the tenting at the crotch of his pants made her blush. He was big, very big. And, God help her, all she could think about was that hard c*ck filling her again.
He slid a gentle finger under her chin and lifted her chin so she had to look him in the eye. Tenderness warred with primal need. “That fetish? I think it just became a lifelong obsession…with getting you out of your clothes. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”
She bit back a snort of amusement and looped a finger in the front of his pants. Dragging him too her, she lifted on her tiptoes to claim his lips in a quick, torrid kiss.
“I don’t want you to be gentle.” Her words were whispered against his lips as she backed up toward the bed. A hot look in her eyes, she carried on, turning her back and crawling onto the silken sheets in the most sensual manner she could muster. Halfway she looked over her shoulder again, to find he’d shed his clothes and was watching her with hot, predatory interest.
Her heart caught in her chest at the sight of him; all hard, toned muscle, with his c*ck standing proudly out from his stomach like an iron bar. She caressed his length with her eyes, and licked her lips. She couldn’t wait to get him inside her. At the mere thought, her body hummed and the savage ache between her thighs increased.
“Gods Ash, don’t look at me like that,” he begged, following her across the bed. Reaching out he grabbed her ankle and dragged her until she was under him.
“Why not?”
She smiled up at him, her hands smoothing over his heavily muscled arms. Her hair billowed out around her on the bed, a snarled mess she ignored. All that mattered was the need swirling through her body.
“You know why, you little witch,” he groaned, and took her lips in another kiss. This one wasn’t gentle or kind. Instead it broadcast his need to dominate and claim. She whimpered, the sound lost into his mouth as he moved over her.
His knee slid between hers, pushing her thighs apart. She didn’t resist, a tiny sound of eagerness in the back of her throat. Her p**sy clenched as his hand flirted with the side of her hip, fingertips playing with the silken ties on the sides of her panties.
Then he stopped playing, stripping the panties from her in brutal, economical movements. She gasped as his hand was there, parting her lips before he plunged two fingers deep into her p**sy.
“God, you’re wet already. Princess, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he whispered against her lips. His big body trembled above hers, as though he was holding onto control by a thread. “I’m sorry, love, I don’t think…this is gonna be fast. We’ll go slow next time, I promise.”
“Dev? It’s okay… Just do it. Hard and fast, however you want.” Her voice was breathless, a husky note in it she’d never heard from her own lips before. “Just…now. Please!”
The look on his face was primal, verging on feral as he unclipped the jewelled clasp at her cl**vage and freed her br**sts. His warm mouth latched onto one swollen nipple sending a surge of liquid heat through her body right to her aching p**sy.
“Dev…” she begged, her fingers driving through his hair to hold him to her. The contrast of his dark hair against her pale skin was maddeningly erotic. He flicked her nipple with his hot tongue and lifted his head. Ash sucked in a breath at the look in his eyes. Something deep inside told her that earlier, in the antechamber, had been merely a prelude to this…to here and now.
“Arms above your head, hold on.” His growl was one of warning as he used a hair-roughened knee to part her thighs earlier. “I’m going to make you come screaming my name.”
She didn’t get time to argue. Hell, she didn’t even get time to take a breath. Within a heartbeat the thick head of his c*ck was pressed hard against the arousal-slicked entrance to her body. Above her, his nostrils flared and the darkness in his green eyes deepened as he registered the wet heat that welcomed him.
He pushed, her body gave and he slipped half an inch inside her. Sensation cascaded through her as her p**sy stretched to accommodate him; a slight burning, pleasure-pain she couldn’t get enough of. Biting her lip, she arched her back and pressed her nak*d br**sts against his chest. She rolled her h*ps in invitation, tempting him to slide deeper.
He didn’t need to be asked twice. A deep rumble that could have been a growl or a groan of need filled his chest as he pulled back and shoved into her again, pushing a little deeper. With a power bordering on desperation, he worked his way into her in short, sharp movements. He gathered her closer, one arm sliding under her neck as his free hand gathered her thigh over his hip.
She caught her breath as he took her. Fucked her with long powerful strokes that hit every nerve ending in her quivering sheath. His c*ck filled her to the brim, the broad head kissing the entrance to her womb on every stroke, even as he rolled his h*ps to grind his pelvis against her sensitive clit.
Even though he’d taken her earlier, and she’d come harder that she could remember, she felt the familiar tension building within her. Her body ached. Her skin felt too tight, too hot. She needed him, needed all of him. Now.
“Dev…more. Oh god, please, more,” she panted, matching the roll of her h*ps to his and wrapping her legs around his lean waist.
He grunted, obviously beyond talking now, and increased the power behind his movements. Each thrust slammed his c*ck deep into her cunt, time and time again until she was ready to explode. She panted, clinging to his powerful body and gave herself up to the pleasure.
A shudder hit her, the first sign of her impending cli**x. Rather than the slow and pleasurable build-up she was used to, her body went from turned-on to panting and trembling within seconds. As though she’d gone from looking at the peak ahead of her and in the blink of an eye she was there, at the peak, ready to fall from it into the abyss below.
“That’s it baby, I’m right here. Come with me…now and forever,” he whispered roughly against her neck. The soft words, and the tenderness in his rough voice, tumbled her over the edge.
With a soft cry she gave herself up to the pleasure that rolled through her. Dev stiffened above her, a hoarse cry escaping his lips. The chords in his neck stood out as, with a last hard thrust, he buried himself deep within her. His c*ck jerked and pulsed, bathing the neck of her womb in his white-hot seed. Murmuring in pleasure, she rocked her h*ps to prolong the waves of ecstasy that rolled between them.
Groaning, he finally collapsed over her, bracing himself on strong forearms so he didn’t crush her. Ash didn’t care. She felt boneless, replete and contented, happy and loved as her new husband rolled with her in his arms, finally slipping from her to enfold her into his embrace.
With a sigh, she settled against his broad chest and contemplated her day. From a day she was dreading, it had turned out to be the best day of her life. She smiled as her eyes drifted shut, a faery princess content with her own fairytale ending.
~ End ~