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A/N: a little about elven sexuality first. To elves, the act of sex *is* the marriage bond. It links their souls together, creating a low level telepathic link forever. Elves are seriously monogamous because of this, and are always virgins on their wedding night. It's also said that elves are not swayed by lust, but personally I think that's talking about outside marriage. Anywhosits, enjoy!
When they entered their new bedroom, he set her down onto her feet after he closed the door behind them. She was amazed at the interior, though she felt nervousness suddenly take over. He had decorated their room with such beautiful furniture, it was surprising how much attention to detail he had put into it all. He had obviously thought about her deeply in his choices, seeing how many empty planters were in the room.
She turned to him and immediately blushed at the wicked smile he was sending her way. Biting her bottom lip, she stared at the floor knowing what was expected but feeling entirely vulnerable and embarrassed. He walked forward and lit the lamp on the nightstand.
"And so, my blushing bride...." His voice was low and teasing as he drew near.
Her gaze flickered to his face then she cleared her throat and said, "You've picked a beautiful bed. I love the frame."
"That's good, because I intend to make use of it as soon as possible," his voice lowered even further, almost to a growl that sent shivers down her spine. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him, his thumb very intentionally swiping slowly over her bottom lip as they both took bated breaths. "As much as I would like to tear the clothes from you and take you against the wall in a flurry of passion, I'm aware your mother made your wedding dress. I am loath to destroy such a beautiful gown."
Her eyes flicked heavenwards feeling her embarrassment increase, but also feeling her desire for him rage like an inferno. She forced herself to meet his gaze again and nodded slowly, then taking a deep breath and gathering her courage, she asked, "Will you help me out of it?"
He chuckled darkly and replied, "Only in my wildest, most desperate dreams. Of course, I will do my best."
After he released his hold on her, she slowly turned and presented him with her back. She scooped her hair from one of her shoulders and held it away from the back of her dress. "There are clasps and a ribbon. Are you sure you can manage?" she asked nervously.
Taking the opportunity to press a kiss to the side of her exposed throat before answering, he replied, "I think you underestimate how much I read, my love. I may not make women's clothes myself, but I have read all sorts of books about it.... and other things...."
Glad that he could not see her face, her eyes widened as she took in his meaning. She felt his hands busy at her back, seeming to only take a few moments to figure out how to undo the clasps and easily taking the ribbon from its eye hooks.
Wishing she didn't feel so shy, she cleared her throat and said, "I um, have been doing my own reading lately. I was given a... very interesting book recently."
His voice was warm in her ear as he asked, "Oh yes? How fascinating. I too have been given an intriguing book. I've been studying it most earnestly as of late."
Her heart lurched as she remembered watching Finrod handing a book to Thranduil that had made him blush deeply. Were they talking about similar things? Like the book her mother had her read describing all those.... fascinating things about elven bodies and the marriage bond. His tone dripped with double meaning, and the idea sent a shudder down her spine as she felt the fabric of her dress loosen around her. She wanted him so badly she almost couldn't stand it. So why was this terrible shyness and embarrassment making things so hard?
His hands were so warm as he slipped between the fabric of her dress, helping it slide off of her shoulders and down her torso. It pooled at her feet, leaving her in a very thin white slip, but she could not make herself turn around to face him again. Standing still, with her hair still in one hand, with her other curled into a fist at her side.
She supposed he could sense her nervousness, because his touch was very gentle as he pulled her close by the waist. Her back touched his chest and he returned his lips to her throat as his arm slipped around her stomach loosely. His free hand came up to slide delicately across her right shoulder and trace her neck and clavicle. "You are so beautiful," he mumbled into her skin.
His touch suddenly felt like fire igniting along her skin and she gasped as her neck seemed to become jelly, letting her head fall back against his shoulder as the hand holding her hair quickly dropped to cover his palm that was resting against her hip. His touch rose slowly, hesitantly, up her torso, letting his fingers trail smoothly upwards as her hand moved with his. Soon, his fingers reached beneath the swell of her breasts and traced a u shape under one. It felt so good, so tantalizing, and so absolutely delicious as he continued pressing kisses up the column of her throat and under her jaw.
Finally, she had enough of his teasing and surprised them both by guiding his hand higher to touch her chest for the first time. She heard the hitch in his breath as she encouraged him to take one of her breasts fully into his palm. His strong fingers perfectly curved around the round flesh still hidden beneath the thin satin slip, and she could not hold back a gasp as his thumb accidentally moved over her nipple.
Suddenly she turned in his embrace, breaking his hold on her. Her chest heaved as she panted, staring into his eyes. His eyebrows rose in silent question. She rushed forward, taking his face in her hands and pulling him down into a passionate kiss.
At once, his arms wound around her, one curling beneath her knees to lift her against his tall and strong frame. His other hand grabbed her thigh and hooked it over his hip. It made her want to smile at the small exhale of surprise he gave when her other thigh lifted to match the first, her legs wrapping around his waist, nearly climbing him in her haste. As her soft curves melded to his hard muscular frame, the hand beneath her knees slid back to hold her rear, holding her higher as she became more desperate. His free hand clutched her back, his palm wide over her spine and crushing her soft breasts against the wide expanse of his chest.
She felt the hunger that had been brewing since they agreed to wed reach an almost fever pitch as she slid her lips across his in desperation. He responded fervently, obviously eager to return her passion. Her hands slid from his cheeks to his silver hair and almost startled when a hum of pleasure reverberated through his chest. Unable to stop herself, her tongue slipped out to lightly trace his bottom lip. With a sharp inhale, he opened his mouth and deepened their kiss, his tongue sweeping into her mouth and beginning a gentle dance with her own.
A soft moan of pleasure escaped her as she let her fingers trail down from his hair to trace his neck, which was tense as it was tilted up to kiss her. The pads of her fingers trailed over his skin, tracing his Adam's apple down to where his robe was clasped together at the top of his chest. Only then did she break the kiss, lifting her lips and gasping as if she had just emerged from a deep dive.
Her mouth hung open as she panted, staring into his eyes and seeing her own desire reflected in his own. "I....." She could not form the words but tapped the clasp and bit her lip in her hesitation.
She watched him nod, understanding what she wanted. His hand on her rear slowly slid up to steady her as he set her on her feet again. It trailed up her spine, reaching the other and they both moved over her shoulders and down her arms to capture her hands. Their eye contact remained constant as he guided her fingers around the clasp. Her hands shook as she realized what she was about to do, but her desire continued to spur her further as she unhooked the silver clasp with his help, revealing a small v of skin to her eyes. Guiding her hands down, she stared as she slowly unhooked every small clasp holding together his robe over his chest. The garment was finally open, and she let her eyes trail over every inch of skin that was revealed.
"My love..." he breathed. Her eyes snapped up to meet his, surprised to find a heated look in his eyes. Grasping his hands around hers, he brought them up to kiss her palms, then gently pulled them to rest on his neck once more. She bit her lip, feeling temptation sparkle between them before taking the plunge and letting her hands glide lower to push the robe from his shoulders. He shrugged the garment from his frame, letting it fall to rest next to her dress.
She knew his chest was wide, and that he had gained powerful muscles from his practice with the blade and bow. But her mouth hung open as her eyes surveyed his bare torso. He was whipcord lean and powerfully built, standing before her only in his pants and boots. His hips were slim and his legs were impossibly long, adding to his height. He was gorgeous. And he was her husband.
It must have been several moments of her openly staring before he cleared his throat. Her eyes flicked up to meet his again, and was amazed to see unsure embarrassment in them. He looked vulnerable and uncertain until she closed her mouth and smiled. Leaning up on her tiptoes and holding his shoulders for balance, she pressed a kiss to the center of his chest. At first the muscles beneath seemed taut, but as her lips lingered, they relaxed as his arms came around her again.
She inhaled deeply as she continued to kiss, taking in his masculine scent emanating from the bare skin. It made her slightly dizzy with how the scent tantalized her senses. He smelled like the forest, the scent of new leaves blooming in spring, and the wind blowing through the branches. It was almost intoxicating, making her forget how shy she felt. It made her feel soft inside and weak at the knees with desire for him. She lifted her mouth off him and stared up into his eyes, seeing the want in her own mind reflected back at her.
However, when his hands on her back gently plucked at the soft slip she was wearing and his eyebrow raised in silent question, her eyes widened. All of her shyness came rushing back, as well as her blush.
Slowly, she nodded, trying to take a deep breath as he began lifting and bunching the fabric into his hands over her back. It whispered lightly over her skin, making her have to try to suppress a shudder as goosebumps rose along its path. Soon, the fabric in his hands was just below her shoulder blades. One of his hands released it and gently slid down her bare spine for the first time, which felt so good her head lolled back and she gave a sigh. He ducked his head to kiss her neck again, which elicited a hum of pleasure from her. He only lifted his lips as he pulled her slip off her unexpectedly, breaking her hold on his shoulders.
Then, she was nearly naked in front of him, only in her white lace panties. He took one step back and his eyes trailed over her, widening as they lowered. She bit her lip and tried not to hide her breasts beneath her arms in her embarrassment. The longer he was silent and staring, the more her courage wavered.
Until he whispered, "Artists could try for a millennium and not come close to capturing anything close to your beauty. No marble, clay, or carved stone could ever mimic just how truly lovely you are."
She tried to suppress a smile, as it was a lovely compliment. She stared at the floor before asking, "Do you really think so?"
"From the deepest depths of my soul, yes," he breathed as his hand came up to touch her chin, gently lifting to encourage her to meet his eyes. Passion was burning bright in his gaze as he slowly leaned down to kiss her.
As soon as their lips touched, it felt like she was immediately washed away by a torrent of lust. Without thinking, her hands thrust into his hair again and held him closer. When their bare chests met suddenly for the first time, her eyes flew open and she made a startled noise, though she did not stop kissing him. His palm was suddenly wide between her shoulder blades and his other hand slipped beneath her ample rear and lifted her once more, which let her breasts slide against his wide chest. The sensations this movement produced were so pleasurable, she could not stop the moan of ecstasy from leaving her throat as she felt her legs wrap around his waist. Her hips pressed against his, letting her feel the bulge beneath his pants.
After several moments, she broke the kiss with a gasp as he instantly began kissing along her jaw and down her throat. Panting heavily she whispered, "You feel so good..."
She could feel a small smile bloom across his lips as he kept kissing her neck. It wasn't until her back hit the mattress that she realized he was moving at all. He lifted his head to stare down into her eyes as his fingers on her rump flexed and her legs fell to the mattress from around him. Releasing her briefly to take off his boots, his hand returned to her back, sweeping up to trail over her shoulder, then ever so slowly, let his fingertips glide down over her breast. His index finger gently swirled over the peak and she could not hold back a moan as her back bowed upwards, which she immediately stifled with a hand over her mouth. He lifted his fingers, though a soft laugh came from him.
Taking her hand off her mouth, he breathed, "Do not hide from me, my sweet love. I would hear all of the sounds that your body would make."
Her lips stayed parted and her eyes stayed trained on his as she let her back relax into the mattress as her hand fisted at her side. She tried to take deep breaths to calm her thundering heartbeat. His hand came up to hold her jaw, the pads of his fingers gliding over her soft skin as he dropped his head to kiss her cheek. Once again, his touch moved down to the gentle swell of her chest letting his palm cover her breast. His fingers were strong and powerful as they massaged from the bottom while slowly climbing upward. Her back bowed to press more of her flesh into his hand as soft mewls escaped her, "I.....I...."
His voice was a deep shivering bass in her ear as he asked, "Yes?"
She shook with pleasure and desire as his thumb and middle fingers reached the edge of her nipple, swirling and gently massaging in a dizzying circle, "I feel...."
"What do you feel?" his breath in her ear made her tremble.
"Warm...hot!" she almost shouted as his fingers gently pinched the tip, sending a lighting bolt of pleasure straight to between her legs.
Nodding, he replied, "I see. You warm my heart and soul every day. I'm glad I could.... warm your body...." He began planting kisses beneath her ear and aiming them lower. His lips trailed down her neck as he released his hold on her rear to cup behind her shoulder. When his mouth reached her chest she gasped as he stuck his tongue out to trace the shape of the breast he was not still massaging with his fingers.
When his lips closed around the peak she gave a sharp shout as both of her hands thrust into his hair and pushed to keep his mouth exactly where it was. Without thinking, her hips came up to grind against his. He swirled around the tip as a throaty moan escaped her, her fingers clenching and slightly pulling his silver hair. She could feel him take in a sharp breath and began suckling gently as the fingers on her other breast got more insistent with its massaging.
Her voice was shaky when she whispered, "P...please..."
Taking one more swipe with both his tongue and fingers, he nodded. When his head lifted up, hair mussed with her fingers still tangled in it, his eyes looked dazed and unfocused while his lips were cherry red. She watched as he panted, staring up at her as his hand traveled smoothly down over her torso. The pads of his fingers traced aimless patterns over her warm blushing flesh as she began to tremble when they reached her hips. He watched her carefully as his digits drifted lower to the top of her lace panties.
Taking a deep breath, she nodded and then gasped as he plunged beneath the fabric and cupped her between her legs. "Oh my goodness," she gasped desperately.
"Oh yes," he replied as he leaned up to kiss her cheek. Then he whispered in her ear, "You are absolutely soaked."
His words and a gentle massage of his hold on her dragged out another moan of lust and another shout of, "Please!"
"Yes," he whispered, then leaned over to slant his lips over hers. His middle finger lifted slightly through the soft hair there, and her whole body quivered when it slowly slipped between her very wet lips, searching out and finding her clitoris. Her hands clenched tighter in his hair as it swirled enticingly around her throbbing button. Her hips jerked up sharply, breaking the pressure and sliding his finger down to her entrance.
She broke their kiss to mumble softly, "I... I want..."
His finger slowly swiped around the outside of her slit, moving curiously around her soaked folds, "This?"
Shaking her head yes very hard, her groan sounded more like a scream as it slowly sank deep inside. One of her hands released his hair to desperately grab his bicep, her nails scoring into his flesh to keep his hand exactly where it was. As his finger explored, her hips moved with him in a desperate rhythm. Every curl, wiggle, and swirl against her walls drew needy noises from her mouth. His thumb moved up to continue the swirling motion from earlier that had driven her crazy. The hot coil of lust continued to tighten in her stomach as her legs began to shake.
Suddenly, he rubbed against a spot that made her shout, "Oh!"
He paused, then repeated this which earned him another shout. His head lifted to look into her eyes as a wicked grin crossed his features. Ducking to capture her lips again, his tongue swept into her mouth to mimic his finger as he repeated the lovely motion. She burned with need, feeling the inferno of lust drive her higher and higher.
Then she reached a peak like she had never felt before in her life that made her cry out his name, breaking their kiss without meaning to. Her inner muscles clenched on his finger as spasms of pleasure shot into her extremities making her gasp and scream with pleasure. With each sharp peak of release, her breath seemed to catch, making the noises she couldn't stop producing sound halting. It felt like her mind shattered into a bliss that made her feel like she was floating with an electric current buzzing under her flesh. Her hands loosened their grip as her body twitched and shuddered in the aftershock of her first orgasm.
Slowly he removed his fingers from her as she sighed, her eyes closing gently and her head turning to the side. Every muscle in her body was relaxed. Her lids only snapped open when she heard the unmistakable sound of her husband sucking on something. She immediately blushed when she saw and realized the finger that had just been inside her was now in his mouth. His tongue swirled over the digit before it popped out and his eyes blinked in surprise as he looked at it. When he immediately returned it to his mouth and began enthusiastically sucking away every bit of moisture covering it, she hid her face in her hands. It made lewd wet noises that she had never heard him make before, almost as if his desperation made him careless about the sound.
Finally, he commented, "That is the most delicious thing I have ever tasted in my life. And I have an extremely refined palate."
She squeezed her eyes shut as she pressed her hands deeper into her face as her blush deepened. His hands came up to wrap around her wrists, pulling them away. When she would not meet his eyes, he pinned both wrists to the mattress on either side of her head and he whispered in her ear, "I think I would do just about anything to have another taste. Preferably from the source. May I?"
She whimpered but nodded slowly.
His hands slid over her arms and down her sides as he dropped a kiss on each breast before letting his lips trail to just below her rib cage. He left a trail of warm wet kisses down her torso and over her stomach. His hands cupped her hips as he dropped a kiss on each of them as he carefully slid her lace panties down her thighs. Once the fabric was completely off, he paused. She finally looked at him, his face betraying a look of curiosity and wonder as he stared at her most intimate flesh.
She closed her legs immediately, which made him seize her thighs and gently but insistently pull them apart again. His tone was breathy and eager when he asked, "Please don't hide such a lovely treasure from me. Oh wow..."
Suddenly she could feel his breath on her nether region, causing her to shiver. She heard him take a deep inhale, obviously smelling her. "Brilliant," he breathed.
She couldn't help it, she hid her face in her hands again. He did not notice this time however, evident by the heaviness of his breath increasing on her heated skin. Unexpectedly, he lifted her thighs and set them both over his shoulders. Then in one quick and fluid motion, he leaned down, hands sliding beneath her rump, and his tongue lashed out in one quick stripe across the heated apex of her thighs. Her hands left her face and she tangled and twisted her fingers into the sheet as a gasp ripped from her throat. She was still very sensitive when his mouth suddenly swallowed her moist cleft whole, shuddering as he began to gently suck and lick deeply. It shocked her to learn just how long and very strong her husband's tongue was, especially in such an intimate manner. He seemed determined to find and taste every drop of liquid her body could produce.
When he hummed with pleasure, she cried out and fisted her hands so tightly in the sheet that it began to rip. Her hips began to shake and squirm under his ministrations, especially when he occasionally trailed up to draw aimless shapes on her throbbing button. It felt like he was chasing her shudders of delight, repeating any action that made her react. The pleasure built up much faster this time, every one of her muscles tensing in anticipation. Her legs began to tremble as the wet sounds of his lapping at her core reached her ears. Then, with a wet gush, she reached release once again. "Thranduil!" she screamed as her thighs tightened around his head.
He slowed down as her grip on him loosened, though he still chased every spasm of movement in her newly well used muscles to its end. She released a great sigh and stared blankly at the ceiling as he began pressing kisses to the sides of her thighs as his hands slid appreciatively over the tops.
She felt her ribs shake with the heavy pants as she tried again to regulate her breathing as her heartbeat seemed to beat wildly out of rhythm and her entire body throbbed. His lips moved down her leg, removing her knees from his shoulders and kissing both her calves as he sat up. He put her legs together and began leaning up, letting his fingers trail up her torso in a teasing caress. Chuckling when her chest jerked as the tips of his fingers passed over the hardened tip of her breast, he dropped a damp kiss on her cheek.
He looked deeply self satisfied as he stared down at her red face, still breathing heavily with her mouth wide open from the world shattering experience he had just brought her. If she was paying attention, she might have already felt the frayed edges of her mind reaching for the tendrils of his consciousness that were so close at hand. But her body was still humming with the electric current of her release.
As she looked up at him, something unexpected woke up in her chest. Before she really thought out her action, her hand snaked between them and firmly grabbed the bulge in his pants. Immediately, his eyes widened, his smile fading, almost looking nervous.
"I want you," her voice was low, nearly a growl.
He blinked owlishly, clearly surprised by her boldness.
Her fingers shifted, feeling the length in her palm, "Give me what I want."
He gasped and nodded quickly, hands dropping to his pants and undoing them with hands she could tell were trembling. She never released him until the fabric lay loose around his hips, then her hand traveled up his stomach to his navel.
"Take them off," she ordered.
Shoving his pants off quickly, her hand shifted to grabbing his face by his chin and pulled his lips down to hers. Her free arm hooked beneath his and spread her palm flat along his spine as she tasted herself on his tongue. Once she felt him kick off his pants, that hand traveled lower as she hooked her leg over his hip. They both moaned into the kiss as his thick erection finally came in contact with her still soaked center. At once, her hips rocked upwards to gain more contact, feeling him glide so slick against her, letting out a shivering gasp.
His hand came up to cup her face, their eyes meeting with blazing passion. His voice was breathless when he asked, "Are you ready, my love?"
She reached down and positioned him at her entrance swiftly as she nodded eagerly. Staring into each other's eyes, it took one swift plunge and he was buried deep inside her with a gasp from both of them. Both of her hands were on his back, her fingers curling and her nails scoring into his muscles. Their pupils widened, nearly eclipsing their irises.
As he entered her body, their souls merged, smoothly and easily weaving into a white ropelike bond linking their minds together. The first thing she noticed as she felt in his mind, his thoughts, his emotions, was just how deeply obsessed with her he truly was. Every single one of his silver thoughts were related to her in some way. For a confusing moment, she saw herself through his eyes, experiencing his pleasure. It shocked her to feel the pain she was inflicting with her nails actually was pleasurable for him and added to his bliss.
His breath was shakey as it flowed across her lips and cheek. It took several moments before she finally eased one of her hands to release his back, only to snake it up to weave into his hair and pull him down to capture his lips with hers. His hips rocked against hers making them both shudder and moan as one, their pleasure now melded as he felt hers and likewise. Her thighs tightened around his hips as her feet came up to press at his surprisingly round buttocks.
Immediately lost in the delight of being so connected, they began testing different rhythms, slowly discovering what pleased them both. Soon they discovered a perfect angle and a quick staccato rhythm. She could not suppress the delighted noises that came from her. Thranduil decided he would rather hear her unmuffled, so he moved his lips from hers to her neck. She shuddered hard with delight as he sucked the flesh over her artery into his mouth, drawing wild aimless patterns with his tongue on her captured flesh.
The bliss spiraling between them both took her to heights she had yet to experience. He filled her so wonderfully, she had never felt so full in her life. Her heart, her lungs, her body, her very soul was brimming with love and joy in that moment. Any thought she might have had was pushed out in favor of the pure ecstasy she was experiencing. Then she felt him pulse inside her and his hips began to shove wildly out of rhythm as he lost control and moaned desperately in her ear, which triggered her own wild release. She dragged her nails down his back as she joined his cries of delight, making him twitch wildly in aftershocks as the pleasure-pain ricocheted through him.
It took a long time for the aftershocks to finally die down enough that either of them could catch their breath. His weight on top of her was truly pleasurable, as his whole body seemed to be bonelessly relaxed. She let her thighs loosen their tight hold over him and let her legs fall to the mattress again. Her tensed fingers relaxed as well, letting her palms lift to his hair as he pressed slow lazy kisses to her cheek as that is where his head had fallen and was resting. It made her smirk to realize that he was thinking about not being able to move even if he wanted to.
"That's okay. I like this," she said out loud as her fingers brushed through his mussed silver hair. She laughed when he wondered how she could speak, much less think. She let her free hand rub across his relaxed broad shoulders as he heaved a dreamy sigh.
"So, you like pain?" she asked suddenly.
She felt his sudden return to consciousness and immediate embarrassment. "Trust me, beloved, this is as much news to me as it is to you," he replied softly.
She turned her head to face him and smiled dazzlingly, "I had read that it was a possibility, but I would have never guessed."
"Ah... you uh, read that did you?" Thranduil asked awkwardly.
She scrunched her nose to rub against his as she replied, "As I'm sure you read about some of the things you did to me."
Nodding, he agreed, "I suppose you are right. I wanted to be as educated as I could be on the topic before now. It brings me such joy to give you pleasure."
The hand in his hair slipped down to cover his cheek as she leaned forward and kissed him gently and sighed. She loved him so very deeply, and she felt it in every fiber of her being in that moment. This was truly the happiest she had ever been in her life and her emotion glittered across their bond. "And bring me pleasure you did. You did so well," she mumbled against his lips.
Her eyes went wide as his soft member that was still inside her, twitched in response to her words. Her mouth lifted off his. Feeling pleasure flare in his mind, her eyebrows rose. She asked him, surprised, "Oh?"
His cheeks immediately burned pink, "I.... I don't know what happened."
"Do you like it when I tell you how good you are?" she asked incredulously. When he twitched and grew thicker, she had her answer. His blush flooded his entire face now and he tried to hide by planting it into the pillow by her head. Even his pointed ears were red, which she thought was absolutely adorable.
This did not discourage her, however, as she let her hand on his shoulders slide up to caress his neck. The hand in his hair shifted in his tresses as she kissed his cheek. It made her feel both powerful and feminine to whisper in his ear, "You were wonderful. You are a fantastic lover. I am marvelously lucky to have such a gorgeous and skilled husband."
Though his mouth was muffled by the pillow, she heard his short moan that he tried to stifle immediately. Her index finger extended to press gently on a protruding artery in his strained throat, one that she knew was directly connected with his heart. It made her chuckle darkly to feel how fast his heart was beating. Deciding to press her advantage and getting close enough that her lips touched his ear, she whispered, "So good and eager to please. Just like a sweet little pup-"
He cut her off suddenly with a fierce kiss, his erection now full mast. His hands quickly grabbed her hips and thrust powerfully into her making her shudder with delight. This time, his rhythm was faster and less forgiving, as if he was trying to drive her to the edge of her sanity with pleasure. It felt like he was trying to steal the breath from her lungs with his wild kiss, barely giving her a chance to respond to his passion. The pressure from his fingers pressing into her hips might have bruised another who did not possess her gift, but in her case it felt marvelous to be craved so desperately. His pubic bone ground hard against her clitoris as he tilted her hips to gain more friction. He was certainly a quick study if he was anything else. He whined into her mouth as he plunged into her faster, and she realized he must have heard her thoughts.
The fingers in his hair dropped low to begin tugging experimentally at the strands closest to the base of his skull, which he very clearly liked judging by the full body twitch it produced. The hand on his neck hooked under his arm to once again claw deep into the skin on his back and drag downwards. The flame of bliss burned white hot between them as they climbed once again together to that beautiful peak.
She reached orgasm first, her muscles spasming around him suddenly as she nearly wept her joy into his mouth. A second later he exploded inside her with a long moan against her lips. His fingers on her hips twitched as the tidal waves of electric pleasure wracked both their bodies. Only then did he lift his lips off hers and drop his face back into the pillow by her face as he panted as his body returned to the state of melted butter.
His voice was muffled as he turned his head so he could hear her, though he was still breathing hard, "That's..... what you get.... for teasing me..."
She was still too breathless to respond out loud, but squeezed her muscles around him briefly in response. It made his body jerk forward and cry out as the aftershocks hadn't completely subsided yet. She smiled and kissed his cheek, letting him feel the joy he so brilliantly brought her. "I love you," she breathed in his ear.
He hummed and nodded slowly, "I adore you above all else, my brilliant sun."
Then, seemingly taking great effort, he rolled onto his side, slipping out of her smoothly in the process. She let one hand rest on the slope of his throat and chuckled when he grabbed her thigh to hook over his hip, letting her knee bend to cling to him. Sensing his desire to remain as close as possible, she pressed her chest against his, a sigh of pleasure escaping her at the absolutely delightful sensations it produced. His heartbeat was steady against her breasts, a beautiful reminder that they were gloriously alive and together.
His gaze was soft and slumberous when his eyes met hers, the corner of his mouth lifting in a lazy smile. "I could stare at you until the world burned and still not tire of the sight," he breathed.
She turned her hand to let the back of her fingers trail over his jaw and into his hair, "You are my happily ever after. I will stay with you forever."
His eyes closed slowly, sighing at her gentle touch. Wife he thought as she could tell sleep was taking him.
Husband she thought as slumber pulled her under with him.