he thought as her sex clenched and fluttered in protest of his girth. He groaned.
Forgive me, love. I need you. “Are you able to take a few more moments?”
“Of what?” she asked, and then sucked in a breath as he slowly withdrew.
“Remember how good it felt when your pleasure peaked?” he asked, easing
back in. His breath hissed between his teeth as her clinging passage caressed his
erection inch by glorious, tortuous inch.
“Yes.”
“I want one too.” He eased back.
“What do I do?” she asked. Then she whimpered as he pushed in again.
“Just stay still. I'll take care of it.”
She stayed still. He pulled back and thrust into her again. Her tightness tantalized him. She caressed his erection with wanton sweetness as he carefully
increased the speed and force of his thrusts. Each inward drive coaxed a whimper from her and an answering squeeze of her sex until it overwhelmed him with pleasure. Christopher clutched his wife's hip, shuddering and gasping
in the hardest, longest, most earth-shaking climax he'd ever experienced. He groaned as his seed spilled, filling her belly.
And then he gently withdrew from her clenching sex, lifting her from the pillows and arranging her on her bottom on the bed.
She winced as her bruised buttocks landed on the sheets. “What are you
doing?”
“Making a bloodstain. Stay there.” To keep her still, he kissed her mouth.
“Well, love, what did you think of that?”
“Interesting,” she said, and then giggled a bit hysterically.
“Did you hate it?” he asked, now feeling uncertain. Was it bad of me to ask
for my own satisfaction? Was that selfish?
“Of course not,” she replied. She stroked his cheek. Then another thought chased across her face. “Um, it won't always hurt like that, will it?”
“No,” he promised. “I'll give you some time for the soreness to subside
before I take you again. After you recover inside, the penetration will feel good
for both of us.”
She considered, worrying her lower lip with her teeth. “Have you done this
often before?”
“Fairly often, yes,” he admitted.
“Ah.”
“But we're married, sweet girl. From now on my only partner is you.
“I doubt I can live up to what you've had.”
Not doubting my fidelity, but her own worth. She's so uncertain of her value,
but she can't be more wrong. Her innocent willingness had been quite pleasing.
Giving her a tender smile, he said, “Actually, my dear, it was perfectly lovely.
Equal to anything I've done before. Remember, you're mine, my wife. That's very special.” It had been special, he realized, and much more powerful than he had expected.
She smiled. Then she yawned hugely. “Sorry.”
“Think nothing of it. Would you like to sleep for a while?”
“Yes please.”
She stretched out on the bed and Christopher covered her with the blankets,
noting in passing that they had succeeded in making an obvious mark—her
