Begging
“My love,” Icaro gently cupped her cheeks pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead. “You are not being punished. I can make you feel good without being inside you. Let’s take this out of the bath, into the bed. I will touch you head to toe and –”
“Icaro, I want to have sex.”
Her bold words made his eyes widen and his chest expand. Wordlessly he scooped her out of the bath. Standing her on the tile he wrapped her up in a towel and keeping his lips pressed firmly together, he was robotic in his movements.
She was being very brazen as she reached her hand out and grabbed him again, his hand quickly moving to cover hers on his firm shaft.
“Zorah, you were mad at me yesterday. You were thinking of running away and leaving me. I appreciate you want me but it’s lust, my darling. It’s lust and I can slake your need, but I will not be putting this,” he pressed his hand over hers, “in you tonight. It is not happening.”
“I need more,” she felt tears filling her eyes.
“You’re a brat,” he swung her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. “You cannot pout and make watery eyes at me and think I will give in. I am doing this for you, Zorah. I am doing this because you deserve better than a man who cannot control himself.”
“But I want to fuck,” the word felt foreign on her lips.
“We are not having intercourse,” he gave her a look as he dropped her into the middle of the bed, “but I will make you feel better.”
“But” she protested as he walked to the closet in the bedroom. “Icaro!” she punched the bed in frustration. “It’s not fair!”
“I promise, you will feel much better very soon.”
“I want you inside me.” She kicked her heels against the bed and stared at the ceiling. “I am willing to consummate our marriage and make things work. We prayed together and we spent the day together and,” she pursed her lips furiously as he came back out of the closet wearing his underwear.
“And it was an incredible start, and I am most grateful for you to be open to having a relationship with me. I want your first time having intercourse to be with the man you love, not the man you like because he prayed with you and cuddled you a bit.”
He tossed something onto the bed as he crawled up the bottom, grabbed her legs, and pushed them apart.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her eyes flicking to see what it was he put on the bed. “What is that?”
“A present I bought for you,” he kissed the inside of her thigh, smirking when she moaned. Tugging at the towel he opened it up, exposing her to the chill in the air.
“What is it?” she questioned and then her eyes widened as she caught the shape of the item. “Is that a sex toy?”
“It is,” he was trailing a path of kisses along the silky skin he was exposing.
“I don’t want my virginity to be lost to a piece of plastic.”
“I won’t put it inside you. I’ll put my fingers and tongue inside you but not the silicone.” He bit her skin playfully.
His hands were on the move again, sliding up and down her body, everywhere his hands touched, his lips followed. When his lips clamped over her nipple, she arched high on the bed. His thumb stroked lazy circles over her clit while his lips sucked and licked her breasts.
It wasn’t long before she was pressing her heels into the bed, chasing the high she’d felt in the bath. Clutching his head to her chest, she ground herself against his hand. Then, right as she was almost there, he slipped his finger inside her and she gasped. “More,” she mumbled against her fist as she jammed it against her lips.
A low buzzing sound filled the room, and she wondered what he was going to do and then he touched it to her most sensitive spot. She bucked wildly off the bed, her body bouncing. His arm flung over her abdomen to hold her in place, he didn’t release his mouth from her body while he stroked her with the toy.
Thrashing her head side to side, Zorah was helpless to stop the way the scream tore from her lungs as when he turned up the speed of the dildo, the orgasm hit her in a way she’d not yet experienced.
“Yes, amoré,” growling over her body, he blazed a path of kisses down to her middle.
“What are you doing?” she gasped as he moved his head between her legs. His tongue replaced his fingers as he put the vibration back against her clit.
“Want to make you squirt. Gonna do it too,” he was a man on a mission. Hooking her leg up over his shoulder he was slurping at her reddened flesh. “Touch yourself, Zorah. Pinch your nipples while I play with your pretty pussy. I’m gonna make you so satisfied you’re not going to need anything more. I promise. I want you to soak this bed.”
Zorah wondered what he was talking about. Sweat streamed down her body, rivulets coating her forehead, beading on her chest as Icaro brought her to one climax after another. A sobbing, weeping mess, she was begging him to stop, certain she couldn’t take any more.
“Just one more my love. One more.”
He was torturing her. He was getting her back for being mean to him for the last ten days and he was going to kill her with orgasms. She was certain of it. As the moments of pleasure started to feel like they were running one into the other started to build again, her legs were shaking violently and her hands felt numb as she frantically gripped the blanket of the bed in her fists.
She screeched his name when bliss and horror struck her simultaneously as she felt liquid pouring from her body. Icaro’s shout of glee at her body’s response to his behavior filled her ears before he slunk up her barely conscious form.
“I peed the bed,” she wailed.
He laughed, “no you didn’t. My fingers inside you, playing with your g-spot coupled with the vibration on your clit gave you an orgasm which made you squirt.” He kissed her nose, “I never did this for anyone before. I’m feeling like a champion right now.”
“I was supposed to do that?” her voice was raspy from screaming. She opened her eyes to look at his gloating features as his words settled in, “you never did this with anyone else?”
“Nope. You’re the first.”
A wide smile curved her lips, and she closed her eyes again, sinking into the pillows.
“I have a question?” he taunted her.
“What?”
“Do you still want to fuck?”
She pulled the pillow from behind her head and whacked him with it before pulling it over her face and giggling like a fool.
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