Elysia never, ever thought that coupling would be so magical, so pleasurable, so wonderful, and that she would enjoy it so very much. A sensation like she never ever felt hit her, rushing through her, and she moaned deep as her hand instinctively reached out and clasped onto her husband’s arm, squeezing tight, though it was a pitiful squeeze, his arm too thick with muscle.
His name rushed from her lips as the pleasurable ache hit her again. “Saber!”
He leaned down and rained kisses and nibbles along her neck and her moan grew.
Saber had hoped to wait longer, but he was close to bursting and so was Elysia. He would ease their need, though knew it would not be the only time tonight that he would do that. Now that he had shared this intimacy with her, he feared he’d never get enough of her. He feared his hands would always ache to touch her, his lips would long for hers, and his need to make love to her never-ending.
He leaned over her, his arm slipping beneath her waist to ease her to fit gently beneath him. The passion in her soft green eyes soared his own, but the trust he saw there almost stopped him dead, but only briefly. She belonged to him and he belonged to her. He’d never let her go. He couldn’t—his heart would shatter completely.
He rested his brow to hers for a moment and whispered, “Mine.”
“Aye,” she said softly. “I am yours.”
Hearing her say it, knowing she felt it herself had his passion ready to burst. He slipped over her, keeping himself hovering over her with the strength of his arms, knowing his weight would be too much for her. He eased his manhood between her legs and probed at her entrance. She was wet and ready for him and he eased himself slightly into her.
“Oh!” she gasped and her hands clamped onto his arms.
He worried he would cause her pain and he brought his lips to hers, kissing her as he slipped farther into her. Her hands continued to squeeze tight as he not only slipped farther in but out again as well, not completely leaving her but enticing her with a gentle rhythm so she grew comfortable with him.
It didn’t take long before she joined him and both their need and passion grew stronger and stronger.
“Saber!” she cried out and thrust her hips up.
He met her thrust with a deeper plunge settling fully inside her.
OH!” she cried out.
He worried that he hurt her when he promised her that he wouldn’t and was pleased when she cried out again.
“That feels so good!”
He smiled wider than he could ever remember doing and then he showed his wife how far better than good it could feel. They soon teetered on the edge of pleasure and tumbled over it together.
His name shot from her lips and his deep groan mingled with it.
He held himself just above her until he was too spent to do so, then he dropped down on her briefly, and smiled when her slim arms captured him, as best they could, in a tight hug. He would have loved to remain there in her arms but his weight was too much for her and he reluctantly rolled off her and onto his back beside her.
He was surprised when she turned to bury herself tightly against him as if she wasn’t ready to let him go and he slipped his arm beneath her, drawing her snug against him.
“That was—” Elysia scrunched her face as she searched for words.
Saber didn’t care if his throat felt raw and painful. He had to tell her. “Like nothing I’ve ever known.”
Elysia raised herself with a hand on his hard chest, her eyes wide in question. “Truly?”
He nodded and struggled to say, “Beautiful… like you.”
Elysia’s breath caught, her stomach fluttered uncontrollably, and her heart stilled a beat for a moment.
When her senses finally returned to her, she smiled. “I’m grateful you made our first time together so beautiful.” She reached down to pull the blanket up over them, then settled snugly against his side once again and rested her head on his chest. “No more talk for you tonight. I can hear how sore your throat is and I want it to heal so you can talk with me without pain. Though I’ve grown used to doing all the talking so you may not get a word in.” She laughed and she felt the rumble of laughter in his chest.
He would never tire of hearing her talk, her voice so soft and gentle like a tender breeze whispering along one’s face.
Elysia looked up at him. “I am glad you are my husband. I feel safe with you. I trust you even more so now.” She yawned as she settled her head on his chest once again.