by Louise Hall
“Look,” he instructed. He ran a single finger slowly, so slowly down the centre of her body from her throat to her navel.
“Look at your tits,” he said, drawing her attention to them. Even through the fabric of her bra, she could see how full they were; her nipples stood out like bullets. He kissed down her neck and along her shoulder; sliding her bra strap along and down her arm so it hung loosely by her elbow. Then he turned his attention to the other side and did the same. The cups of her bra were only just covering her nipples.
His hands drifted down her back, leaving a trail of goose bumps, to her bra strap.
“So beautiful,” he whispered in her ear. She could feel his erection pressing into the small of her back.
Immediately her hands sprung up to cover her breasts. Kian expertly unclasped her bra so that the only things holding the cups in place were her hands. He put his hands over hers and tried to prise away her fingers.
“Please don’t compare me,” Cate pleaded with him. “You’ll find me wanting.”
“You’ve got to trust me,” Kian said, stroking her fingers.
“I won’t be as beautiful as the other girls you’ve been with.”
“That’s true,” Kian said. “You’re a thousand times more beautiful than any of them. Please Cate, let me look at you.”
She allowed him to remove her hands and her bra dropped to the floor.
“My God, you’re gorgeous,” Kian gasped.
Kian traced her soft flesh with his fingers, making her skin come alive with goose bumps. Cate reached up and speared her fingers through his hair. She felt his stubble rasp deliciously against her neck. Although he’d touched them once before, he’d never seen Cate’s bare breasts before tonight. They were high and firm, her dusky-pink nipples contrasting beautifully with her pale skin. As she shifted restlessly against him, he brushed his thumbs over her peaked nipples.
Cate whimpered, tightening her grip on his hair. “Fuck,” Kian gritted his teeth, “when you make noises like that…”
He picked her up and carried her upstairs to the bedroom. He opened the drapes surrounding the bed, pulled back the covers and laid her down in the centre of the mattress, her jet-black hair fanning out around her.
“Hold on to the pillow,” he commanded, straddling her.
Cate reached up and gripped the pillow beneath her head.
Kian leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. She felt his large hands move from her waist. He palmed her breasts, trapping her aching nipples between his fingers. She arched her back, pressing them more firmly against his hands. She felt him smile against her lips and then he took control, sliding his tongue deep inside her mouth. He licked her tongue in long, delicious strokes which she felt right down in her belly.
Kian opened her legs with his knee and cradled his hard erection between her thighs.
He rolled his hips, pressing his erection against her core and Cate threw her head back. She felt feverish; burning hot but she couldn’t stop shivering, her nipples were hard and tingly, her belly was tight and she could feel a pool of wet heat between her legs.
Kian kissed down her exposed throat and licked the dip of her collarbone, savouring the taste of her skin. He could feel her gently trembling underneath him.
His mouth trailed down her sternum to her breasts. He slid a hand down her back and cupped her bottom.
With his free hand, Kian teased her nipple, tugging it between his thumb and forefinger. He could feel her frustration but he continued slowly rolling his hips against her, stroking her core.
He circled the puckered skin around her nipple with his tongue.
“Please,” Cate cried.
Kian slid his hand inside her panties and caressed her bottom. He took her nipple between his lips and sucked. It was everything she wanted and not enough. Cate squirmed beneath him. He pressed the palm of his hand against her bottom and held her firm against his erection. He could feel how hot she was, even through her panties and his trousers. While his tongue continued torturing her nipples, Kian rocked the hard ridge of his erection between her legs, dragging her to the brink of climax.
“Come for me,” Kian ordered.
“I’ve never… oh!” Cate broke apart for him. Kian watched in awe as his new wife had her 1st orgasm.
With Cate still trembling underneath him, Kian slid down her body. He kissed a trail down her stomach, dipping his tongue in her navel and then pressed his face against her panties. They were white lace and tied with black silk ribbons at the sides. The earthy musk of her arousal intoxicated him. He could see a strip of dark hair through the sheer fabric and fuck; it made his cock strain even harder against his zipper.
He quickly untied the ribbons and removed her panties. He pressed a chaste kiss at the top of her cleft and then opened her thighs. Holding her open with his shoulders, he parted her lips with his fingers and looked down at her glossy, pink sex.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, his breath teasing her skin.
He lifted up her bottom and flattened his tongue, licking her slowly from her anus, over her perineum and up to her clit and then back again. He was completely intoxicated by her, the way she looked, smelled, tasted. He buried his face deep inside her, circling her throbbing clit with his nose. Kian circled her entrance with his tongue and then slowly slid it inside her. Cate dug her heels deep into the mattress, her head rolled from side to side on the pillow. She clenched around him and he pulled out, licking back up to her clit. He circled her clit again and then dove back down to her entrance, fucking her with his tongue.
Cate broke apart for him again. “Want you,” she moaned, barely coherent.
Kian looked up at her greedily, “one more.”
“I can’t…” Cate’s voice trailed off as he pressed a finger inside her. Her walls were still ripping from the 2nd climax.
“Angel, you’re so tight,” Kian said delightedly.
He kissed the top of her cleft and then slid his mouth down. He kissed her swollen, pink clit. Cate writhed underneath him, her bare bottom grinding down into the mattress. Kian sucked her clit, tasting the bundle of slippery, tender tissues between his lips.
Awash with sensation, Cate reached down and gripped his hair. “Please,” she murmured.
“Hold on to the pillow,” Kian demanded.
He was relentless; she could feel her muscles tightening as another climax started. He crooked his finger inside her and she broke apart again, shattering into a million tiny pieces.
Cate watched as Kian knelt up and quickly shucked off his shirt, trousers and boxer shorts. His cock stood thick and hard against his stomach.
He took a foil packet from the back pocket of his trousers and tore it open.
“Don’t,” Cate put her hand on his, stilling him.
“I’m clean,” Kian murmured. “I’ve always worn condoms, except for that night.”
Cate prised the packet out of his fingers and tossed it to the floor. “I want to feel you,” she whispered.
“Are you sure, angel?” Kian asked, stretching over her, his cock nestled between her slender thighs.
“Yes,” Cate nodded. “I trust you.”
Kian removed her hands from the pillow and held them in his own, locking their fingers together, he kissed each of her knuckles. “You’re fucking amazing,” he said softly.
Cate lifted up her hips and he slowly eased himself inside her. She wrapped her legs around him, pressing the soles of her feet against his strong, muscular thighs. He stilled, letting her get used to the feel of him inside her. Cate felt so full.
“Are you OK?” Kian asked, cradling her face in his hand. He kissed her gently. “You’re so tight.”
“Mm,” Cate nodded. She could taste herself on his lips and tongue.
Their eyes locked together as he gently began to move against her. Cate savoured the chance to touch him, stroking her fingers through his silky, jet-black hair. She ran her hands over his strong shoulders and down the taut, ri
ppling muscles of his back. She pressed her aching nipples against the hard planes of his chest.
She kissed his neck, tasting the saltiness of his sweat. Kian groaned, she could feel the rumble against her lips.
His eyes darkened and he drove her deeper into the mattress. “I want you with me,” he murmured.
He slid a hand between them and stroked her clit, matching the rhythm of his cock inside her.
He tangled his other hand in her hair, tilting her head back so he could kiss her more deeply. Their tongues fought and tangled together. Cate swallowed his groans, feeling them flow through her body.
“Cate,” she loved the way he said her name, as if she was as important to him as breathing. Cate felt completely consumed by him. He was so deep inside her, with each thrust his heavy sac slapped against her bottom.
She felt the final climax tear through her and buried her face in his strong shoulder. Kian stilled, his body fused with hers and she felt him release in her very depths.
Afterwards, Kian pulled out and Cate fell back on the fluffy pillow, looking up at the white canopy above the bed. She felt weightless as though she was floating happily above the mattress, her whole body tingled.
Kian pulled the covers up over them and turned on his side to face Cate. When she turned to look at him, he was grinning.
Cate raised an eyebrow.
Kian leaned over and pressed his lips against her damp forehead. “You, Mrs Warner, are fucking incredible.”
He pulled her into his arms; she rested her head on his taut, muscled chest and basked in the warm glow of his words.
Kian wrapped his arm around his new wife and felt her slowly drift off to sleep. His hand drifted down to her stomach and he pressed the palm of his hand gently against her skin.
CHAPTER 23
The following morning, when Cate woke up, the sun was streaming in through the windows but she was all alone. She immediately panicked, thinking of the first time they’d had sex and the way Kian had looked at her afterwards. Was last night a dream? Was he already having regrets?
She heard his footsteps on the stairs and quickly wrapped the sheet tightly around her naked body.
“Hey,” Kian said softly, his eyes lighting up when he realised she was awake. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”
Cate turned away; she couldn’t look at him. She could still feel him in the most intimate parts of her body.
Kian tried to pull back the covers so that he could get back into bed but Cate held them firmly down. “Are you going to let me back in, angel?”
“Close your eyes,” Cate asked.
“Why?” Kian had a wicked glint in his eye.
“Please.”
“Not until you tell me why.”
“I need to go to the bathroom,” Cate said quietly.
“So?”
“So I’m naked.”
Kian started laughing, “it’s nothing I didn’t see last night.”
“That was different,” Cate said, blushing again.
“Fine,” Kian said. He picked up his shirt off the floor and handed it to her. “Will this do?”
“Yes,” Cate took it from him gratefully. “You’ll have to turn around while I put it on though.”
“Spoilsport,” Kian replied but he turned his back to her.
She buttoned up the shirt and stood up. The hem sat just above her knees but she still felt exposed.
“You can turn around now,” Cate said.
As she washed her hands, Cate caught sight of the glittery pasties at the side of the sink. She giggled as she remembered Kian posing for her the previous night.
She had to trust him; trust that he wouldn’t reject her again. She rubbed at her wedding ring, which sparkled in the early-morning sunlight. He was her husband now, the father of her unborn child.
When Cate went back upstairs, she sat down on the side of the bed and played with the hem of his shirt. Kian was lying there naked, the covers crumpled up by his feet. A smile twitched at his lips as he watched her trying not to look at his cock.
Her eyes kept drifting down and then quickly, when she caught herself, snapping back up to his chest. He was hard. Everything about Cate turned him on. Her inky-black hair was messed up and her cheeks were flushed. He could see the outline of her sweet, pink nipples through the thin fabric of his white shirt. He’d spent months fantasising about what she’d look like naked and underneath him. Now he knew, every second he wasn’t inside of her was pure agony. She brought her knee up on to the mattress and he saw a shadow of that strip of black hair between her legs. Fuck, it nearly undid him. He couldn’t look away. He wanted to touch her, taste her again.
Cate knew Kian was watching her but she couldn’t stop herself. His cock was thick and hard against his stomach. Cate bit her lip wondering what it would feel like to touch. There was a thick vein running underneath the shaft. Cate reached out her hand and pressed the tip of her finger against it. It pulsed underneath her. She looked up at Kian; his eyes were dark with arousal. She felt emboldened.
There was a bead of pre-cum on the tip of his cock. Cate rubbed the pad of her thumb over it and then brought her thumb up to her lips. With her eyes locked on Kian’s, she coated her lips with his salty arousal and then slowly ran her tongue over them, tasting him.
“Fuck,” Kian groaned, throwing his head back.
Cate wrapped her hand around his cock, feeling his satiny skin against the palm of her hand. He throbbed against her. She slid her hand down his shaft to the root and then slowly brought her hand back up to his tip. The strong muscles in his stomach and thighs tightened. Cate moved her hand up and down a little bit faster, tightening and releasing. Kian moved with her, pumping his hips against her. She used her other hand to cradle his balls.
“Fuck,” Kian groaned again. As she leaned forward, his shirt pulled tight across her breasts and her hair drifted across his groin. He took a breath and was enveloped with her scent, a heady mix of creamy soap, blackberries and the dark musk of her arousal.
He put his hand on hers, “if you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”
Cate lifted his hand up and kissed his fingertips. “That’s what I want,” she smiled. She placed his hand on her breast and he cupped her, lifting her up, squeezing her through the fabric of his shirt. Her breast was full and felt so good in his hand; he rubbed the pad of his thumb roughly over her taut nipple.
Cate kept up the rhythm, fisting his cock, bringing him closer to the edge.
Suddenly he grabbed her breast hard, the flicker of pain arrowed straight down to her core.
Cate looked down and watched enraptured as his cock jerked violently against her hand. He came hard, his white-hot semen shooting out over her shirt and thighs.
Afterwards, Kian looked up at her, kneeling in front of him. Her hands, shirt and thighs were all branded with his semen. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
He picked her up and carried her downstairs to the bathroom and sat her down on the vast marble sink. Cate watched as he ran a wet flannel quickly over his groin and then tossed it to one side. He cupped her breasts through the damp shirt, stroking her nipples through the thin fabric. Cate arched her back, pressing herself into him.
Kian pressed his lips against hers. “Not yet, angel,” he said softly.
He moved his hands up to the top button of her shirt and slowly undid it. Every movement of the shirt fabric against her tight nipples was agony.
He undid each button slowly and then carefully peeled the shirt away from her body and tossed it to the floor.
Kian grabbed a clean flannel and drenched it in ice-cold water before pressing it hard against her breast. Cate gasped, she felt electrified.
He slowly washed her breasts with the flannel, teasing her already over-sensitive nipples.
Then he moved down, leaning her back on her elbows. Her hair spilled down her back. Kian washed her stomach with the flannel, wiping the cold fabric over every inch of her skin. He loved that his baby was g
rowing inside of her, that he’d claimed her. He ran one of the corners under the cold water and dipped it inside her navel. Goose bumps raced across her skin. Cate squirmed, wriggling her bare bottom against the marble sink.
He reached down behind her knee and lifted one of her legs up over his shoulder. He ran the flannel again under the tap with more ice-cold water and pressed it against the sensitive skin on her inner thighs. Cate whimpered. Under the spotlights above their heads, her damp breasts shone; her ruby-red nipples were hard and distended.
She couldn’t hide her arousal, he could see it in her eyes, he could smell that intoxicating dark musk and he could feel her trembling under his hands. “Please,” she whispered.
Kian slid up her thigh, agonisingly close to where she needed him to be. He could feel her heat and then he pulled away. “No,” she cried softly, her eyes squeezed tightly shut.
Kian lifted up her other leg and ran the flannel under the cold tap before pressing it firmly against her inner thigh.
She heard the cold water run again and then she felt something ice-cold against her burning hot core. With the flannel wrapped around his hand, he opened her up and stroked her clit. Cate bucked her hips against him, grinding against the cold, damp flannel.
“Not yet, angel,” he said again, pulling his hand away just as she was about to release.
He picked her up, wrapping her trembling, aroused body around him and climbed into the shower.
The water was powerful and spilled over them like rain. Cate was so tightly strung, every drop on her skin felt like agony. She wanted, needed Kian.
He pressed her back against the cold tiles. She tightened her legs around his waist, clinging to him.
Kian lifted her up a little and she felt the tip of his cock slide through her wet folds until it found her entrance. “Fuck angel, you’re drenched.”
Cate tried to take him but his hands flexed against her hips, reminding her that he was in control.
The water from the shower streamed down his chest, making it look even more defined.
