Page 19 of Groom Gamble
I notch myself at her entrance then narrow my eyes as I notice she’s just watching me, passive. And I look at the distance between our faces, and the lack of intimacy. I can’t even kiss her like this.
That won’t do.
“Come here.” I scoop her up with one arm and lift her, then step back and settle into my office chair, and I’m thankful it’s big enough for her to have her knees on the leather either side of my thighs.
She steadies herself with her hand on my shoulders and blinks at me. “I thought you were going to…”
“Fuck you on my desk?” I finish for her. “I was. But you want to learn about sex?” I run my hand over her head and down her neck, settling one hand over her collarbone and the other on her heart, then gently pull her forwards to speak into her ear. “You should do this for yourself. Explore. Use me. I’m here. Whatever you decide to try, I’ll do. And you can take this at your own pace.”
She looks down at where my aching cock is wedged between us. Dragging in a shaky breath, she pushes up, and she’s small enough compared to me that I only have to tilt my chin up an inch as she’s on her knees before me. I hold my cock for her and guide her down, and the moment the head presses into where she’s wet and warm and yielding, I exhale with relief.
I’veneededthis. I want to tell her so as she balances herself and whimpers as she works herself down with the help of gravity.
“That’s it,” I encourage her, instead of scaring her with my obsession. “Take what’s yours.”
“It pinches,” she says with a quaver in her tone.
“I know, I know.” I stroke down her side, over her belly, and down to where I’m splitting her. “But it’s going to feel amazing.” It already does for me. “You’re doing so well. Such a good girl.”
The praise emboldens her, and she lowers again, taking an inch, then slowly, gradually, another inch.
“Fuck. Fuuccccck.” I try to breathe through the surge of pleasure. “You’re tight. So tight.”
“Sorry,” she says awkwardly, and I half laugh, half groan as her forehead creases with concern.
“No, it’s a good thing, little one.” I push the tendril of hair that has fallen out of whatever she does with it to keep it up away from her pretty face. “You feel amazing.”
“Oh.” She blinks. “Too much? Should I stop? In case you…”
I shake my head and catch the back of her neck, bringing her lips to me. Never. She should never leave me.
Kissing her is good, because it prevents me from saying more as she returns to lifting and lowering herself on my length. If I can’t speak because I’m kissing her, I won’t tell her that I love her, or that this might be a marriage of convenience but that I’m never letting her go, or that it’s going to kill me holding on until she’s most fertile.
I also can’t confess that I don’t need her as enhanced credibility for the London Maths Club. It was the only slightly plausible reason I could think of, that wasn’t that she’s captivated me, body and soul, since we met.
“You’re mine, now,” I say hoarsely, losing the promise into her skin in a low murmur. She mustn’t hear. She’d run fromme, and I couldn’t bear that. “You belong to me from this day forward.”
Having her the first time is a primal claim unlike anything I’ve experienced.
She lifts herself off a bit, then slides back down and I help her, guiding her hips and murmuring praise.
“I’m going to stroke your clit again, little one,” I say when she’s getting the hang of it. “I want you to come on my cock.” I want to feel her ecstasy, and I’m just praying I can hold on, and not let her tip me over.
Her gaze flies to mine. “I don’t know if I can.”
“You’re capable of amazing things.” I reach to where she’s slippery between her legs and when I touch her, she tightens, drawing a moan from me. Her inexperience is making it slightly easier to not come, but if she milks it out of me…
I focus on her face, not allowing my gaze to drop to where her tits are bouncing, or where her cream is seeping out and covering the base of my cock and dribbling onto my heavy balls.
“You’re so tight. That’s it, little one.” I circle over her clit, watching her carefully for any sign it’s too much. But there’s none. She’s gasping and panting, holding onto my shoulders as she uses me.
“You’re enormous. You’re—ohhh!” Her eyes flutter closed and for a few seconds I allow the tenderness and love in my heart to show in my face as I watch her come.
“My beautiful darling. Go on. You’ve earned it.” I move to touching the edge of her clit and rubbing her back as she collapses, grinding down on my length, taking as much as she can. “Come on this big cock you’ve managed so bravely.”
I can feel pre-come pushing up from the tip of my cock, and I don’t know whether to hope for more, on the smallest off-chance it could get her pregnant, or wish it would stay entirely in my balls, waiting for the prime moment.
What I do know is my bride’s place is on me, like this.