Finally
Icaro positioned himself so he was laying atop Zorah, holding his body weight off her, his cock seeming to have a pulse of its own, twitching against her belly. He stared down at her, “Are you sure?”
“I have never been so sure in all my life. Do you not feel how wet I am for you?” she hooked her ankles around his calves and tilted her hips upwards. “Do you not feel my heartbeat,” she took his hand and placed it on her chest. “Do you not know how much I want you?”
“I want you too.” He smiled at her, his eyes hooded and his cheeks flush as he held his body in tight control. “I love you Zorah,” he repeated the words.
“I love you, Icaro. Make love to me. Please.”
Adjusting his hips, Zorah felt the tip of him edging through her folds and she prepared herself for the inevitable pain which Sidonia assured her was going to almost ruin her night. She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip turning her face into fluffiness of the pillow and clenched the blanket in her fists.
“Zorah,” Icaro’s laugh penetrated her thoughts. “I’m going to make love to you, not shoot a torpedo through your womb. My love, your facial expressions are those of a woman being tortured. Look at me.”
She turned her gaze to him, “Sidonia said it would hurt.”
“It will hurt but Vodingo is bigger and she’s tiny. She’s a sprite compared to him.” He was drawing the tip of his cock through her folds, and she shuddered at the seductive movement. “You and I are a perfect match. Your body was made to take mine.” Slick, back and forth movements along her slit, nudging inside her a fraction and then pulling away was making Zorah lose focus on the upcoming pain and center more on the pleasure Icaro was giving her. “Touch your pussy, Zorah. Reach down and feel how my cock is positioned to you. Play with your clit, feel how wet your juices have made my cock.”
She reached between them, her hand finding him and then following his movements as he stoked the flames of her arousal by taunting her. So close and then pulling away, nudging her apart only to slowly withdraw and it was causing her breathing to become laboured and her neediness to increase.
“I’ve been touching you intimately for so long and while I’m a tad bigger than three fingers, Zorah,” he forced himself slightly deeper this time and her breath caught and he withdrew, “this should for the most part feel fucking amazing for both of us.”
His next pass he inched in even further and she knew he was more than halfway, and she arched as it pinched and stretched her. Push and pull. Back and forth. Ebbs and flows. Soon he was lowering his body, so they were skin to skin from head to toe and he hiked her leg higher around his hip, her heel digging into his ass as he finally sank all the way. Hip to hip, Zorah reached for him and pressed her lips to his, the unfamiliar stretch painful yet luxurious in its depth. Nothing could have prepared her for the onslaught of emotions which ricocheted through her body and tears edged the corners of her eyes as Icaro kissed her.
Then he was moving again. This time though, he wasn’t pulling all the way out. A steady thrumming beat as his thrusts in perfect measure of time began assailing her, sliding, and breaking through the pain and delivering her to the pleasure.
Then her own hips were meeting him thrust for thrust, Icaro’s hands stroking every inch of skin he could find and her own hands tracing the sinewy corded muscles of his back. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she felt the orgasm building inside her but even this felt different, deeper. It was almost thick as it curled around her low abdomen putting her into a haze.
“That’s it my love. I can feel your sweet little pussy getting tighter and tighter as your orgasm is building. Isn’t it Zorah? You’re going to come for your husband. You’re going to come all over my cock, on your husband’s cock.”
“Yes,” she moaned as her head fell to one side, her neck stretched as he licked and sucked at it. She was bound to have hickeys by dawn.
“Say it, Zorah. Tell me you’re going to come on your husband’s cock. Tell me you want to come on my cock.”
“I want to come on your cock, Icaro,” she mewled needily as he gripped her ass with his fingers, surely leaving bruises on her delicate flesh.
“Who am I, Zorah?” he was pounding into her now as if lost in a haze of his own.
“Icaro. My husband. My lover. My everything,” she couldn’t keep up with him as he drilled her into the mattress. Any semblance of pain was long gone, and she was completely lost in all the pleasure he was drowning her in.
“Take all my cock, my sweet wife.”
“Yes. Oh shoot. Right there, Icaro.”
He’d adjusted his hips, and Zorah was certain she was seeing stars as his pelvis ground against hers, a rotational move which smashed against her clit before he pummelled her again. He repeated this dance multiple times until her lower body was feeling swollen and used but before she could register any further thoughts, the lights went out in her brain and then came back on with dizzying flashes.
A thousand curse words flitted from her lips as her mind warped and twisted as she jerked under Icaro’s body while he fucked her hard through her orgasm. He was unwavering in his stamina, murmuring in her ear how his good girl was so naughty for saying such filthy words. She barely registered her own coherent thoughts as she felt his pace take on a frenzied tone.
“I’m almost there, Zorah. I’m going to fill you with my come and we’re going to put a fucking baby in you. Do you want babies, my love? I’m going to give you a fucking houseful. Fuck Zorah!” he screamed her name as he released his own orgasm deep into her womb.
Her arms and legs locked around his body as he shuddered and claimed her lips with his. She felt on fire. Her entire being felt connected to this man who was now holding her so tenderly, whispering sweet words of praise and love against her mouth and promising to love her forever. Nothing in her life ever felt as right as this moment did and she knew she would never have any regrets at all.
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