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Erik

I cup her ass and bring her pussy to my mouth. She’s wet and warm from the water and there’s a slight tang of sulfur, but the sweet slick of her pussy quickly overtakes my senses. I bury deeper, delving with my tongue, lapping up her juices. A moment later she threads her fingers through my hair and I groan.

If I could speak, I’d tell her not to hold back. I’d tell her I’d like to drown in her and never come up for air.

I’m far too busy to speak though.

Now that I’ve started, there’s no way I’m stopping until she tells me to. So I slide my lips and tongue over her sensitive places, noting the way she grinds against me, listening for her little sighs and moans of delight when I find the right spots.

She likes big circles around her clit. I find the little nub with the tip of my tongue and lick around it until her grip on my hair pinches my scalp .

I move to taste her again, sinking my tongue into her, looking up to see her watching me with an expression of fierce enjoyment on her pretty face.

Just looking up at the rounded swell of her breasts and the curve of her belly are enough to have me aching. Not to mention the drugging flavor of her pussy. I growl against her, pulling her closer, suckling her clit until she cries out. “More. Mmm, more like that.”

I do exactly what I’m told. I plant my lips around her and work her with my mouth until her hips frantically rock her pelvis against my face.

That’s it.

A hundred more just like this and maybe I’d be satisfied. A thousand more moments with her using my body exactly the way she needs to. A million more shattering releases all over my face.

Who am I kidding?

I’ll never get enough of this, no matter how many times.

She’s close. I know better than to change my rhythm or speed. I hold her tight and keep doing exactly what I’m doing until Inessa lets out a long, keening cry. Her hand grips my hair tight, and I use my grip on her ass to keep her steady as she rides out the pleasure on my tongue.

She goes still for a few moments, then her hips begin to rock slowly.

Finally, she releases her vice-like grip on me and lets out a sigh. “Oh, you do that so well, moye Solnishko.”

That warm feeling in my chest expands until I’m ready to explode. I shiver with pleasure and give her slick folds a grateful kiss. I’m so lucky to have found my mate. My beautiful Inessa .

She sinks onto my lap, all loose and relaxed, and lets me pet her hair. My cock is throbbing, but I can wait. Maybe she’ll let me make her come again.

Inessa apparently has other ideas though.

After a little while, she wriggles until she can reach down and cup me under the water. I groan as pleasure instantly rockets to new levels. It’s hard not to double over with the intensity as her fingers skate up my length. I suck in a breath and try to keep still. After all, she’s still in my lap. I’m shaking by the time she rubs her cupped hand over the head. I let out an agonized cry as the swollen, sensitive skin reacts to her touch.

“Sit up on the edge here,” she tells me, standing.

Oh fuck, the way the water streams from her naked breasts is mesmerizing.

I scramble out of the water and onto the edge of the pool. I watch in fascination as she steps between my legs and slides her hands up my thighs toward my tortured dick.

It bobs like crazy when her hands get closer, but instead of touching me again, she shifts the direction of her caress and drags her hands slowly back down my thighs, only to start again.

I’m in agony as she makes sweeping motions, massaging up and down, never quite touching where I’m desperate for her.

I want this to end, but at the same time, I don’t. I never want her to stop touching me. I try closing my eyes, focusing on my breath, and leaning into the sensation. It’s so good. But I’m so wound up, I can’t relax. All the muscles in my legs and belly are tight. Every one straining to feel her hands on my cock.

When she finally touches it, I’m not prepared .

I gasp as a firm hand grips the shaft and moan as she strokes me.

I’m close to coming already. I’m not going to do that to her again though.

“Do you like that?”

I nod. I don’t trust myself to speak. All my energy is concentrated on not coming in her hand right now.

She laughs softly and the sound almost drives me over the edge. I love that she’s enjoying this. I hate how that means I probably have to hold on longer because she’s not done enjoying this and I’m not about to disappoint her on our wedding night.

Oh, the torture when she adds a second hand to pump my poor aching cock up and down. She’s merciless. She builds up speed. Soon I’m groaning as she works me faster and faster.

I’m shaking. My balls feel like they’ve retreated into my body, they’re that tight. I’m sweating. Every fiber of my being is focused on where she’s milking my brains from my body with every rapid movement.

It’s too much.

I can’t do it.

“Inessa, I—”

She stops. “Shhh. It’s OK.”

She goes back to little teasing strokes while my cock jumps and bobs against my belly.

My chest is tight. My breath is coming in little puffs, and I can’t tell if the steam rising from us is coming from the hot spring or from me!

Holy shit. I can’t believe I held on .

“I want you inside me,” she whispers, still caressing my cock.

I moan and don’t know whether it’s with delight or desperation. Both probably.

“Take me back to our tent, husband.”

Oh that word on her lips! It gives me a burst of extra strength. I lift her from the pool, heedless of our clothing, not stopping to collect the lantern.

The campsite is lit with torches and the slow burning fire. We can collect it later.

Right now everything I need is between her perfect thighs. My whole world revolves around that soft, secret place where I should be buried deep.

I have to stop thinking about the moment I sink into her wet perfection or I’ll stumble and drop her.

I concentrate on carrying my bride safely back to the tent, to laying her down on the soft blankets and cushions, until finally I can position myself between her legs, looking down at her in wonder.

She smiles up at me. “I want you just like this. I want you to make love to me.” To demonstrate, she reaches down and plunges two fingers deep inside, slowly thrusting, stopping to spread and stretch herself out for me.

Oh fuck, what if I’m still too big? What if I hurt her? What if she’s not ready?

As if she’s reading my mind, she removes her fingers and spreads herself for me. “I’m ready, husband.”

I can’t do anything but lower myself toward her. Holding my cock, I gently bring it to her entrance and pause .

Inessa lifts her hand and brings it to my mouth so I can suck the taste of her from her fingers. My hips rock forward without me meaning them to, and suddenly I’m nudging into heaven, the head of my cock pushing into her impossible softness.

She sighs. Wrapping her legs around me, she guides me forward.

As slowly as I can, I move my hips, thrusting and withdrawing, feeling the resistance of her tight little human body.

She reaches between us and rubs her fingers over her clit.

My eyes widen as her body relaxes and I slip further inside.

With an indrawn breath, I sink the whole way into her and hold just as still as I can. My cock throbs, my balls ache, and I shakily brush away the sweat on my brow.

“Keep going.” Her voice is firm, but I hate the hint of tension there that suggests I’m hurting her.

I make a tentative movement back and sink forward again.

“Yes.” Now her voice is breathy, excited.

Some of my hesitation subsides.

“Erik, no more holding back. I want you to make love to me. To your wife.”

Oh there’s no more holding back.

With a groan, I thrust my hips and marvel at the way her body hugs me. She grips me tight when I retreat and welcomes me home as I push forward.

She opens her arms and I lean in until she can hold me close. At this angle, I’m really just grinding against her body, rocking my hips to move myself in and out of her in tiny motions .

It’s still so good. It’s so damn good I spend a moment questioning if any of the things we did before were as good as I thought they were.

She holds me close and whispers my name, and suddenly, she’s trembling, squeezing me tight as she comes around my cock.

I let out a pained cry.

It’s too much.

I’m going to burst.

None of the things we did before let me feel her pleasure as if it was my own. Right now, buried deep inside her, I feel the rhythmic contractions squeeze my cock and nearly lose my mind.

Pushing back, I hold myself up on both hands, staring down at her, drinking it in. I’d like to memorize this moment, but I know I’ll forget small details.

The shape of her parted lips, the slight crease between her brows, the sweet scent of her all around me.

I promise myself I’ll do this a hundred more times, a thousand! Every day for the rest of our lives if she lets me.

Then her legs tighten around me and I thrust forward and can’t fight it anymore. Pleasure leaves my body and I swear it travels from me to her and she comes again as I unravel inside her.

When it’s over, neither of us moves. I don’t want to leave her body. I’d like to stay here forever, but I’m worried that she’s going to be sore.

She lifts her arms and reaches for me. “Come here.”

I dip my head and kiss softly up her jaw. She tilts her chin to let me nuzzle against her neck. To breathe her in. Then I roll us so I can stay inside her, holding her against my chest, wondering at this feeling which seems so much bigger than me. Wider and deeper and stronger so that I can’t imagine how even my broad chest is big enough to hold all this inside.

“I love you,” I whisper, hoping it’s not too much. It’s not too fast.

To my astonishment, Inessa sighs against my chest, “I love you too.”