Distantly, I was aware of Priest sayin’ his final words, and the entire crowd stampeding to their feet to roar their congratulations at us.
Nova wolf whistled, Boner pelted the stage with blossoms he plucked off the stems of the arrangements beside his chair, and Maja danced with my twin siblings in the aisle.
I broke apart from my girl, raised our joined hands, and called, “Fuck yeah!”
Cress laughed and repeated back with the crowd, “Fuck yeah!”
It was later, not much, but the sun was kissin’ the edge of the horizon and paintin’ the sky with all the colours of my passion for my wife.
My wife.
I kissed her deeper, twining my tongue with hers so I could suck the wine from it and feel her moan vibrate against my teeth.
Had her pressed up against a tree far enough from the party raging around a massive bonfire in the clearing to afford us privacy and close enough to hear the strains of “Devil’s Backbone” throbbing through the air.
“Fuck me, my wife is sweet,” I growled as I broke the kiss and stared at her swollen, damp mouth.
Cress gasped as I rucked up her dress with one hand and tugged her hair back with the other so her mouth opened for me to plunder again. Finally reachin’ the end of the fabric, my hand drifted up her thigh, over the smooth silk stockings and lace tops until I hooked her leg up and wrapped it around my hip, leaving her exposed and pressed against me.
“Need you so much,” she murmured, eyes blown to black with desire as I dragged my thumb back and forth over the satin covering her sweet pussy. “Please don’t tease me, King. Not now. I need to feel you inside me.”
“First time I’m gonna fuck my wife, I’m gonna take my time,” I told her as I ran my nose up the arched line of her throat and sucked at her pulse point just to feel it race against my tongue.
I was filled with almost heathen possession, the savage desire to rut with my wife after claimin’ her in front of friends and kin. My blood was hot, scorchin’ through, bubblin’ in my belly, like some active volcano about to erupt. My cock twitched at the idea of spillin’ inside her tight cunt and givin’ her my seed for the first time as my wife.
She was hot through the tiny panties covering her sex, leakin’ through the fabric as I pressed over her clit again and again with firm strokes. Her head lolled back against the tree, hair catchin’ on the rough bark, a flush spilled down her chest like wine.
I ducked down to lick the hot skin and taste that blush for myself, needin’ to devour every inch of her, a victory feast, a glutton with his reward.
“King,” she gasped so pretty. “Please, more.”
“Fuck, you make me so hard when you beg. Tell me what you want,” I demanded, sliding my thumb tantalizingly just under the edge of her underwear.
“Your fingers inside. Your cock inside me. I want to be filled up by my husband,” she groaned, an edge of frustration in her tone as her fingers tightened on my shoulders and she began to writhe against my hand. “Fill me up.”
A low growl worked loose from my chest, her words unlockin’ some beast that lay at the heart of me, chained to the floor of my gut but freed by the ferocity of our passion.
Her sweet thong snapped off with one tug.
Hikin’ her leg higher over my arm, I propped her ass in a palm and made quick work of my fly with my other hand. Never been so hard, thick and pulsin’, already damp with precum as I notched just inside her snug pussy.
I paused there, our breaths churnin’ hot between us, her eyes glazed with frustrated desire only I could soothe. I wrapped my free hand around her throat, not tight, just gentle pressure, just to feel every single one’a her reaction, the moans vibratin’ against my palm, the pulse beneath my thumb.
I wanted to fuckin’ own her as I took her for this first time.
“Mine,” I growled, even my voice bestial. “Mine forever, Cress.”
“Yes,” she hissed, tryin’ to grind down on my cock. “And you’re mine.”
“Always,” I grunted and then thrust straight home, stretchin’ her tight, wet folds open and seatin’ myself to the balls.
Instantly, she quaked, pulse flutterin’ under my hand, eyes squeezed shut in painful pleasure.
“Fuck me, so beautiful,” I told her as I started to move in long, slow glides out to the tip and savage thrusts back to the base. Needed her to feel every inch of me, needed to feel every inch of her ripplin’ around me and suckin’ me deep. “You come for me, wife?”
Her breath hitched in her throat, and she tightened around me like a wet velvet vise. “God, yes, King, yes.”