Proserpina
I will never recall how we made it to the bed; all I remember is the way we were, like two people who had just discovered each other's bodies.
Hungry, fierce. He was aggressive, his lust barely in check as his hands roamed over me, kneading and groping with a hunger only matched by mine.
In all fairness, Lucien tried to hold himself back, to be gentle but I was impatient. I realised belatedly, that carrying a baby in my womb had only made me more sensuous and heightened my sexuality. I wanted him with an appetite that was not going to be appeased lightly.
As I flicked my tongue tantalisingly across his nipples and then nipped them, he groaned,
"Woman, I don't want to hurt you. Stop teasing me.'
For an answer, I reached out and stroked his now exposed strong manhood which was as thick and strong and savage as my eager, wet pussy remembered it to be.
He hovered over me, his big body anchored on his powerful arms, the thick muscles bulging as he tried to hold back his passion. His eyes were glittering with a raw heat as he looked at me, running his eyes, deep grey with passion, over my undulating hips with the dark bush and lush breasts, all laid out like an offering before him.
As for me, I was too inflamed. I could not hide my longing to be mated by him, the man who owned me, body and soul,
"Just take me,' I begged, writhing below him now as a woman possessed. He lowered himself, trying to hold back as much as he could, trying to avoid hurting me with his powerful body.
'You're so tight, fuck! Such a wet, dripping wet pussy but small...' he groaned, his head in my hair as I turned my head, trying to bite on my lip to prevent a cry from escaping when he began to thrust his large shaft into me. I gasped as I felt him begin to impale me on his thick member. Lucien stopped and stared at me, breathing heavily, his weight on his arms. I writhed beneath him wordlessly.
it had been long since we mated and I was tight now but so very wet for him, this man I loved, achingly.
Then he seemed to come to a decision.
With an oath, he entered me swiftly with one powerful thrust, tearing into my tightness. I cried out but after the initial pain of his entry for I felt my muscles lovingly suck his member, encasing it in my juicy softness. He lay, breathing heavily, waiting for me to adapt to his large size trying not to move his throbbing shaft as I moaned beneath him, studying him, through half-closed eyes. There was something erotic in the pain, the pleasure of having the man you loved filling you, I thought dazedly.
. I felt as though my pussy had been stretched to its limits and beyond, as though I was a virgin who had been invaded by her first lover. When I regained my breath, I opened my eyes and found Lucien looking down at me with a look of such tenderness, I felt the tears spring to my eyes.
'Did I hurt you, little one?' he growled the concern in his voice making the tears spill over. And then, kissing away my tears with a gentleness I had never experienced, he murmured gruffly,
"I did not want to hurt you again, woman....'
As I understood what he was saying, I tugged hard at his nipple and he stopped, stiffening as he, gazing at me in anger and confusion.
"Old man,' I breathed, digging my fingers desperately into the muscles that supported him effortlessly as he reared his body over me,' just get on with it, will you? Can't you see? I want you so badly; I swear on the Gods of the Hills, I shall ...'
He stared at me in astonishment as he recognised the sexual frustration in my voice, the deep craving in my face. His shaft was still throbbing with desire within me and then he threw his head back and gave a shout of laughter.
Bending his head, he nipped at the soft mound of my breast, the peaks of my eager nipples, hard. When I squealed, he growled,
"Damn... Woman, you are one cock tease and I am going to take you till you beg me to stop fuc*ing you tonight.'
I whimpered as he began to move forcefully, determined to make me beg and take back my rash challenge. I arched my body as I felt the welcome release of myself, exploding, shattering, into a thousand fragments of myself, again and again. I heard my voice screaming, crying out, murmuring his name as I climaxed. Wrapping my arms around him, trying to gather him within me as my hips bucked crazily.
I buried my fingers in his hair, dragging his mouth to mine, throwing my head back. Joyously, I climaxed, feeling the warmth, the tingle right down to my toes. The relaxed feeling of the afterglow vanished, to be replaced by raw desire as he began to move his body again and soon I was shuddering with the release, crying out the name of my lover as he buried his mouth on mine to stop my cries.
Sated, I looked at my lover who stroked the damp hair off my forehead.
"You ok, little girl?'
I gurgled with laughter and said,
"Yes, old man. But I want more, think you can handle me?'
With a devilish gleam in his pale eyes that sparkled with ardour, he murmured,
"Challenging me, huh? Little one, you are playing with fire.'
And he proceeded to prove his words true, making me beg for respite as he took me repeatedly, my body shuddering as he toyed with me, pleasuring himself at my expense, which I willingly submitted to. But at the same time, I was keenly aware of the tight control he was exerting upon himself, taking care to satisfy me and yet, making sure that I was comfortable, that I was not hurting myself or the precious burden in my belly.