Tessa nodded, closing her eyes and resisting the urge to purr like a cat. “Incredibly. It’s hard work being Cinderella for a night. Even if the slippers aren’t made of glass.”
Ian laughed. “When I saw how damned sexy you looked in these shoes, not to mention the stockings, I was very tempted to leave them on you. But I took pity on your poor tortured feet. However, I’m going to pack these shoes - and the stockings - in your suitcase, and you’re going to wear them for me one night during our honeymoon. And I’m going to take great pleasure in fucking you very, very thoroughly while you have these gorgeous legs wrapped around my neck. Agreed?”
“A - agreed,” she croaked, instantly aroused by the image his sensual words created.
“Mmm, I can tell you like that idea. A lot. Because you’re very, very wet, aren’t you, love? So wet that it’s already running down your legs. For a virgin, you’re a very passionate woman, aren’t you?” he crooned, stroking her inner thighs with maddening slowness.
“Yes,” she moaned, her head falling back as his talented fingers drew ever closer to the juncture of her thighs, where she was definitely very, very wet, and almost quivering with the need to climax.
“It’s very unusual for a virgin to achieve orgasm her first time, you know,” he continued in that deep, deliberately seductive voice. “But you’re such a passionate woman, such a sensual creature, that I have a feeling you’re going to be one of those rare exceptions.”
Tessa cried out as he penetrated her with two long fingers, then just as quickly withdrew. He kept this up over and over, his fingers thrusting in and out of her slick, tight pussy faster and faster, until she was riding his hand, desperate for release. She came in great, big crashing waves of pleasure, pleasure so intense she lost all sense of time and place for long seconds, not even realizing that if Ian hadn’t been gripping her firmly by the hips as she climaxed that her legs would have given out from under her.
He carried her to the bed after that, their wedding bed, and she watched in a daze as he slowly undressed. She licked her lips at the sight of his bare chest, then rose up to her knees as he divested himself of pants and briefs, freeing his hard, throbbing cock. But when he joined her on the bed and she tried to reach for him, he forestalled her by grabbing her wrist.
“Tsk, tsk,” he teased lightly. “You’re supposed to be an innocent virgin tonight, remember? And a virgin wouldn’t be that bold.”
Tessa ran her free hand up along his arm to his shoulder caressingly. “You had to teach me what to do, if you’ll recall,” she reminded him. “I was so naïve those first few times we were together, so inexperienced. I was afraid I’d make a fool of myself, that you wouldn’t want to see me again because I didn’t know how to please you.”
In reply, Ian tumbled her back onto the mattress, rising above her as he shook his head. “You pleased me just by being in the same room,” he told her passionately. “All that time I had to keep my attraction towards you a secret, I had to be satisfied with just catching a glimpse of you here and there. And when I finally took you to my bed for the first time, I was overjoyed that you weren’t very experienced. Because even though you might not have technically been a virgin the first time I made love to you, you were still innocent in so many other ways. And it has been the greatest pleasure I have ever known to teach you about making love.”
He captured her lips in a long, searching kiss, one that was both tender and passionate, seductive and demanding. He forgot after a time that he was supposed to be acting the role of seducer tonight, or that she was to play the part of an innocent, virginal bride. The passion that had always existed between them, that flared up so hot it was like a firestorm at times, took control of their bodies. Arms and legs entwined together, they kissed for long minutes, meshing their bodies together until it felt like they were fused as one.
Tessa’s head was tossing to and fro on the pillows, so aroused and desperate for her husband’s possession, that she was whimpering with need, her hips bucking up off the mattress frantically. With a low, feral sound, Ian spread her quivering thighs apart almost roughly, opening her for him. She was so wet that he thrust into her easily, in one powerful motion, and her back bowed up from the bed in total surrender to his possession.
It felt like she was caught up in the throes of a fever dream as Ian continued to dominate her body, to fuck her with long, deep thrusts that alternated between slow and deliberate to fast and frantic. He flipped her over at one point, urging her onto her hands and knees, then took her from behind. His lips caressed the back of her neck each time he gave an upward thrust, then traveled slowly down her spine as he gradually withdrew. He kept this up for what felt like an hour, before changing positions yet again, spooning his chest against her back and lifting one of her legs over his hip as he entered her from that angle.
“This is one of my very favorite positions, you know,” he rasped in her ear as he continued to thrust his heavily engorged cock in and out of her body steadily. “From this position, I can touch these gorgeous tits, and these hard little nipples.”
His hands followed up on the words he’d uttered, squeezing the full, swollen mounds of her breasts and tugging on her nipples until she was sobbing with pleasure, her body overloaded with sensations and now desperate for fulfillment.
“And from this position, your ass rubs up against my cock every time you move,” he growled. He squeezed one buttock, then the other. “But my very favorite thing about this position is the access it give me to this.”
Tessa screamed as he pressed down hard on her clit, rasping his thumb back and forth to trigger a climax that went on and on, until tears trickled from her eyes because it was too much - too much pleasure, too much emotion, too much everything. Ian grasped her chin, turning her head to one side as he took her mouth in a blistering kiss, his tongue tangling with hers furiously. A moment later he found his release, his big body heaving as he spilled himself inside of her, his hand clamping down hard enough on her hip that she knew it would leave a mark.
They were both exhausted afterwards, physically and emotionally wrecked, and fell into a light doze, not really asleep but not fully awake either. At one point, they both opened an eye sleepily, smiling at the other.
Tessa cupped his cheek softly. “Hello, there, husband.”
Ian laughed. “When I saw how damned sexy you looked in these shoes, not to mention the stockings, I was very tempted to leave them on you. But I took pity on your poor tortured feet. However, I’m going to pack these shoes - and the stockings - in your suitcase, and you’re going to wear them for me one night during our honeymoon. And I’m going to take great pleasure in fucking you very, very thoroughly while you have these gorgeous legs wrapped around my neck. Agreed?”
“A - agreed,” she croaked, instantly aroused by the image his sensual words created.
“Mmm, I can tell you like that idea. A lot. Because you’re very, very wet, aren’t you, love? So wet that it’s already running down your legs. For a virgin, you’re a very passionate woman, aren’t you?” he crooned, stroking her inner thighs with maddening slowness.
“Yes,” she moaned, her head falling back as his talented fingers drew ever closer to the juncture of her thighs, where she was definitely very, very wet, and almost quivering with the need to climax.
“It’s very unusual for a virgin to achieve orgasm her first time, you know,” he continued in that deep, deliberately seductive voice. “But you’re such a passionate woman, such a sensual creature, that I have a feeling you’re going to be one of those rare exceptions.”
Tessa cried out as he penetrated her with two long fingers, then just as quickly withdrew. He kept this up over and over, his fingers thrusting in and out of her slick, tight pussy faster and faster, until she was riding his hand, desperate for release. She came in great, big crashing waves of pleasure, pleasure so intense she lost all sense of time and place for long seconds, not even realizing that if Ian hadn’t been gripping her firmly by the hips as she climaxed that her legs would have given out from under her.
He carried her to the bed after that, their wedding bed, and she watched in a daze as he slowly undressed. She licked her lips at the sight of his bare chest, then rose up to her knees as he divested himself of pants and briefs, freeing his hard, throbbing cock. But when he joined her on the bed and she tried to reach for him, he forestalled her by grabbing her wrist.
“Tsk, tsk,” he teased lightly. “You’re supposed to be an innocent virgin tonight, remember? And a virgin wouldn’t be that bold.”
Tessa ran her free hand up along his arm to his shoulder caressingly. “You had to teach me what to do, if you’ll recall,” she reminded him. “I was so naïve those first few times we were together, so inexperienced. I was afraid I’d make a fool of myself, that you wouldn’t want to see me again because I didn’t know how to please you.”
In reply, Ian tumbled her back onto the mattress, rising above her as he shook his head. “You pleased me just by being in the same room,” he told her passionately. “All that time I had to keep my attraction towards you a secret, I had to be satisfied with just catching a glimpse of you here and there. And when I finally took you to my bed for the first time, I was overjoyed that you weren’t very experienced. Because even though you might not have technically been a virgin the first time I made love to you, you were still innocent in so many other ways. And it has been the greatest pleasure I have ever known to teach you about making love.”
He captured her lips in a long, searching kiss, one that was both tender and passionate, seductive and demanding. He forgot after a time that he was supposed to be acting the role of seducer tonight, or that she was to play the part of an innocent, virginal bride. The passion that had always existed between them, that flared up so hot it was like a firestorm at times, took control of their bodies. Arms and legs entwined together, they kissed for long minutes, meshing their bodies together until it felt like they were fused as one.
Tessa’s head was tossing to and fro on the pillows, so aroused and desperate for her husband’s possession, that she was whimpering with need, her hips bucking up off the mattress frantically. With a low, feral sound, Ian spread her quivering thighs apart almost roughly, opening her for him. She was so wet that he thrust into her easily, in one powerful motion, and her back bowed up from the bed in total surrender to his possession.
It felt like she was caught up in the throes of a fever dream as Ian continued to dominate her body, to fuck her with long, deep thrusts that alternated between slow and deliberate to fast and frantic. He flipped her over at one point, urging her onto her hands and knees, then took her from behind. His lips caressed the back of her neck each time he gave an upward thrust, then traveled slowly down her spine as he gradually withdrew. He kept this up for what felt like an hour, before changing positions yet again, spooning his chest against her back and lifting one of her legs over his hip as he entered her from that angle.
“This is one of my very favorite positions, you know,” he rasped in her ear as he continued to thrust his heavily engorged cock in and out of her body steadily. “From this position, I can touch these gorgeous tits, and these hard little nipples.”
His hands followed up on the words he’d uttered, squeezing the full, swollen mounds of her breasts and tugging on her nipples until she was sobbing with pleasure, her body overloaded with sensations and now desperate for fulfillment.
“And from this position, your ass rubs up against my cock every time you move,” he growled. He squeezed one buttock, then the other. “But my very favorite thing about this position is the access it give me to this.”
Tessa screamed as he pressed down hard on her clit, rasping his thumb back and forth to trigger a climax that went on and on, until tears trickled from her eyes because it was too much - too much pleasure, too much emotion, too much everything. Ian grasped her chin, turning her head to one side as he took her mouth in a blistering kiss, his tongue tangling with hers furiously. A moment later he found his release, his big body heaving as he spilled himself inside of her, his hand clamping down hard enough on her hip that she knew it would leave a mark.
They were both exhausted afterwards, physically and emotionally wrecked, and fell into a light doze, not really asleep but not fully awake either. At one point, they both opened an eye sleepily, smiling at the other.
Tessa cupped his cheek softly. “Hello, there, husband.”
