Rare and Precious Things
Page 5
So gorgeously made in body, so full of male power and strength…it almost hurt to look at him sometimes.
I lowered my eyes to the side.
“Turn all the way around.”
The deep command of his voice heated me instantly, rendering me completely enslaved to his unrelenting dominance when it came to this part of us. Ethan’s control of our sex. His control over me.
It made me hotter than hell.
He stepped closer, his body radiating power and desire, as he waited for me to comply with his directive.
I rotated my body until I was facing him full on, my body completely bare except for my stockings and my wedding veil. I set my hands flat on the bed and made my arms straight, in effect thrusting my br**sts up and out. They tingled under his intense perusal, my now ultra-sensitive ni**les hardening from arousal almost to the point of pain. My gesture of offering myself to my husband as a bride on our wedding night had aroused me to an incredible level of anticipation.
“Just for you,” I said softly, lifting my eyes to his.
I saw the muscles of his neck tense as he moved forward. “Baby…you are so sexy-beautiful right now. Don’t move. Just stay as you are and let me touch you.”
I knew how this game played out. The one where I was blissfully rewarded for following directions.
The edge of the mattress dipped as he joined me on the massive bed, kneeling right before me, so close I could feel the radiating heat his body was throwing off.
I remained still, but I tensed in anticipation of what he would do first.
He hung there before me, for a moment, just studying me, claiming my body with his eyes. Ethan liked a splash of voyeurism in our encounters. A little kinky at times, and a lot dominant, but I welcomed it from him.
Finally, after what felt like eons, he dropped his head to my sternum and inhaled deeply against my skin. Then I felt his tongue draw across the curve of one breast until he reached the tight bud of my nipple. He took the whole thing in his mouth and pulled it inside of him. I gasped in some air and steeled myself to remain still for his onslaught.
“Just feel, baby. Let me suck on your beautiful, perfect tits for a while. I’ve been starved for them.”
He took his time getting his fill as he worked me up with need.
Swirling his tongue in relentless circles over the tender flesh, until he felt like giving me a rewarding jolt of sensation by clipping my nipple between his teeth for a gentle bite.
I shuddered against his mouth, desperately aching for more, but knowing I would have to wait until he gave it to me. Those were the rules. And I was always a good girl.
Despite that, I moaned, “Ethan…”
“What?” he asked, busily working one nipple with his mouth, and the other one with his hand and two fingers to deliver the delicious pinch that made me nearly incoherent. How Ethan had known just how sensitive my br**sts were, I do not know, but he’d figured it out from the first time we were together, and he used that knowledge to his advantage with me every chance he got. Please and thank you, Mr. Blackstone.
I moaned, throwing my head back, pushing my br**sts out and harder against him.
“You want more than just my mouth on your beautiful f**king tits?”
“Yes.”
“Thought so,” he chuckled darkly. “My beauty, I’ve been dying for you for weeks,” he purred, as he dragged his mouth up to my neck and nibbled, “and I have to warn you, that I’m probably going to be a beast the first time I f**k my beautiful wife with her perfect tits.”
“Yes, Ethan…”
“You’d like that?” he asked teasingly, as his hand left my other breast and slid down my ribcage, over my belly, to right between my legs.
I flexed my hips forward to meet his hand, dying for some glorious pressure to relieve the ache blooming at my core. “Yes, I do. I love when you’re a beast,” I rasped.
He laughed wickedly, his finger sinking in between the lips of my sex to slide over my clit, causing me to jolt sharply. “Oh, God…I’ve missed touching you,” he warned with an eyebrow up, gently scolding me for thrashing around when I was supposed to be controlling my movements.
“I need you, Ethan,” I protested as way of an apology, panting against the rising vortex stirring to life within me, struggling to stay still as he’d demanded, even though he was working my clit into a bundle of pleasure about to explode.
“Oh, I need you too…so badly, and right now, I want to see my wife come for the first time. So many firsts…”
He stared me down and worked magic with his fingers as I slipped over the edge, tensing and arching in gulfing waves of pleasure owning me from the inside out.
“Ahhh…Ethaaaaaan,” I shuddered as my body’s responses took over, and I was helpless to do anything but accept.
Ethan swallowed my mouth in an engulfing kiss as I climaxed, almost bruising from the pressure, but yet, very deeply sensual and romantic as only he can express himself to me. It was the most glorious feeling to be held like that as I came.
As the wave of orgasm rolled over me, the aftershocks still sparking, he started talking. “I love you so much, and I’m going to give you everything I’ve got tonight, baby. Every part of you will be claimed and touched by me tonight. Every part. Taken. Everywhere your body can have me, I want to be there…filling you up.” He looked into my eyes then, his own intensely penetrating, asking for my permission, making sure I was totally comfortable with what he was asking of me tonight. I was. Completely.
Moments like this made me love him so much, it was really too hard for me to process all of it. Even though Ethan was a demanding lover, he always put me first, with care and respect. And love. The domination in the bedroom was just sexual preference, with nothing to do with him and me as individuals. Ethan was no male chauvinist in the way he conducted himself in our life together. He was just male.
All male, and all mine.
My lack of a response must have spurred him because he said more to me. “Because if I don’t, Brynne, I’m not sure I can function another day and not be a madman.” He nipped at my shoulder and neck. “I love you so much it burns me. Let me show you how much I do.” He roamed his hands all over my body, my br**sts, my stomach, over my garters and stockings. “So beautiful…waiting here for me like a goddess…”
I answered him on a shaky breath, “I—I w-want you to show me. T-take me how you want me.”
I lowered my eyes to the side.
“Turn all the way around.”
The deep command of his voice heated me instantly, rendering me completely enslaved to his unrelenting dominance when it came to this part of us. Ethan’s control of our sex. His control over me.
It made me hotter than hell.
He stepped closer, his body radiating power and desire, as he waited for me to comply with his directive.
I rotated my body until I was facing him full on, my body completely bare except for my stockings and my wedding veil. I set my hands flat on the bed and made my arms straight, in effect thrusting my br**sts up and out. They tingled under his intense perusal, my now ultra-sensitive ni**les hardening from arousal almost to the point of pain. My gesture of offering myself to my husband as a bride on our wedding night had aroused me to an incredible level of anticipation.
“Just for you,” I said softly, lifting my eyes to his.
I saw the muscles of his neck tense as he moved forward. “Baby…you are so sexy-beautiful right now. Don’t move. Just stay as you are and let me touch you.”
I knew how this game played out. The one where I was blissfully rewarded for following directions.
The edge of the mattress dipped as he joined me on the massive bed, kneeling right before me, so close I could feel the radiating heat his body was throwing off.
I remained still, but I tensed in anticipation of what he would do first.
He hung there before me, for a moment, just studying me, claiming my body with his eyes. Ethan liked a splash of voyeurism in our encounters. A little kinky at times, and a lot dominant, but I welcomed it from him.
Finally, after what felt like eons, he dropped his head to my sternum and inhaled deeply against my skin. Then I felt his tongue draw across the curve of one breast until he reached the tight bud of my nipple. He took the whole thing in his mouth and pulled it inside of him. I gasped in some air and steeled myself to remain still for his onslaught.
“Just feel, baby. Let me suck on your beautiful, perfect tits for a while. I’ve been starved for them.”
He took his time getting his fill as he worked me up with need.
Swirling his tongue in relentless circles over the tender flesh, until he felt like giving me a rewarding jolt of sensation by clipping my nipple between his teeth for a gentle bite.
I shuddered against his mouth, desperately aching for more, but knowing I would have to wait until he gave it to me. Those were the rules. And I was always a good girl.
Despite that, I moaned, “Ethan…”
“What?” he asked, busily working one nipple with his mouth, and the other one with his hand and two fingers to deliver the delicious pinch that made me nearly incoherent. How Ethan had known just how sensitive my br**sts were, I do not know, but he’d figured it out from the first time we were together, and he used that knowledge to his advantage with me every chance he got. Please and thank you, Mr. Blackstone.
I moaned, throwing my head back, pushing my br**sts out and harder against him.
“You want more than just my mouth on your beautiful f**king tits?”
“Yes.”
“Thought so,” he chuckled darkly. “My beauty, I’ve been dying for you for weeks,” he purred, as he dragged his mouth up to my neck and nibbled, “and I have to warn you, that I’m probably going to be a beast the first time I f**k my beautiful wife with her perfect tits.”
“Yes, Ethan…”
“You’d like that?” he asked teasingly, as his hand left my other breast and slid down my ribcage, over my belly, to right between my legs.
I flexed my hips forward to meet his hand, dying for some glorious pressure to relieve the ache blooming at my core. “Yes, I do. I love when you’re a beast,” I rasped.
He laughed wickedly, his finger sinking in between the lips of my sex to slide over my clit, causing me to jolt sharply. “Oh, God…I’ve missed touching you,” he warned with an eyebrow up, gently scolding me for thrashing around when I was supposed to be controlling my movements.
“I need you, Ethan,” I protested as way of an apology, panting against the rising vortex stirring to life within me, struggling to stay still as he’d demanded, even though he was working my clit into a bundle of pleasure about to explode.
“Oh, I need you too…so badly, and right now, I want to see my wife come for the first time. So many firsts…”
He stared me down and worked magic with his fingers as I slipped over the edge, tensing and arching in gulfing waves of pleasure owning me from the inside out.
“Ahhh…Ethaaaaaan,” I shuddered as my body’s responses took over, and I was helpless to do anything but accept.
Ethan swallowed my mouth in an engulfing kiss as I climaxed, almost bruising from the pressure, but yet, very deeply sensual and romantic as only he can express himself to me. It was the most glorious feeling to be held like that as I came.
As the wave of orgasm rolled over me, the aftershocks still sparking, he started talking. “I love you so much, and I’m going to give you everything I’ve got tonight, baby. Every part of you will be claimed and touched by me tonight. Every part. Taken. Everywhere your body can have me, I want to be there…filling you up.” He looked into my eyes then, his own intensely penetrating, asking for my permission, making sure I was totally comfortable with what he was asking of me tonight. I was. Completely.
Moments like this made me love him so much, it was really too hard for me to process all of it. Even though Ethan was a demanding lover, he always put me first, with care and respect. And love. The domination in the bedroom was just sexual preference, with nothing to do with him and me as individuals. Ethan was no male chauvinist in the way he conducted himself in our life together. He was just male.
All male, and all mine.
My lack of a response must have spurred him because he said more to me. “Because if I don’t, Brynne, I’m not sure I can function another day and not be a madman.” He nipped at my shoulder and neck. “I love you so much it burns me. Let me show you how much I do.” He roamed his hands all over my body, my br**sts, my stomach, over my garters and stockings. “So beautiful…waiting here for me like a goddess…”
I answered him on a shaky breath, “I—I w-want you to show me. T-take me how you want me.”
