The First Time (4 page)

Rippling muscles encased in smooth satiny flesh were all she could
see. The dips and hollows, that perfectly cut V of muscle that led down his
abdomen and disappeared beneath his trousers was something statues were made
of. He looked so hard, so powerful that she didn’t doubt he could crush
anything that got in his way, but with her he was as gentle as if she were a
wounded butterfly and he wanted to heal her.

“Spread your thighs, Veronica. Let me touch my wife’s pussy.” Just
hearing him speak reverently yet erotically had heat traveling through her. She
spread her thighs when he adjusted himself off of her. He knelt in front of
her, his trousers still on, but not even those hid how much he wanted her.

His gaze was riveted to the area between her legs and she felt
herself grow increasingly wetter. It was like the knowledge that he was looking
at her down
there
triggered something
inside of her, had her body preparing itself for his penetration. At the first
feel of Kristoff’s finger sliding through her folds she closed her eyes and
sighed. It felt so good to finally be touched, and the fact that it was
Kristoff touching her made it feel even better. She never knew how much she
ached for this moment until he was finally giving it to her. The digit slid
through her slit and circled her hole. Biting her lip, she tasted blood when
she felt him slide that thick, long finger into her.

“So tight and wet.” Her eyes snapped open when she felt his warm
breath on her. “You’re so ready for me, baby. I bet you taste even better.” She
lifted her head and looked down at him. He was watching his finger move in and
out of her body, his gaze heavy lidded, his mouth slightly parted. As if he
couldn’t contain his need any longer, he latched his mouth on her clit and
sucked feverishly all while his finger pushed in and out of her. His other hand
gripped her inner thigh, lifting it and placing it over his shoulder, giving
him more access to her cunt. His shoulders, as wide as mountains, settled
between her legs. Unused muscles stretched and protested, but she loved the
feeling. She gripped his hair again, loving the feel of the strands tangled
between her fingers.

“You’re so fucking sweet, Veronica.” He slid his finger from her
body and replaced it with his tongue. “Your pussy taste like ambrosia, like the
sweetest berry. I could eat your cunt out all night, savoring you until you
were so swollen from my mouth you begged me to stop.” He flattened his tongue
and ran it from her pussy hole to her clit. “Tell me how much you want that,
baby. Tell me you want my mouth fucking this sweet little pussy.”

A wave of dizziness assaulted her at his words. He abused her
flesh oh so good, urging her to tell him what he wanted to hear. “Yes,
Kristoff,
yes
. I want your mouth on
me. I want your cock in me.” The last part spilled from her, and she felt her
eyes widen. Never had she spoken so bluntly, so wantonly. He grunted against
her vagina, the knowledge that he liked her talking so freely causing her to
groan.

He fucked her with his tongue, and she desperately wanted him to
use another part of his anatomy on the clenching hole. Thumb circling her clit
now, Veronica thought she would pass out from the dual sensations. Over and
over he teased her until she found herself lifting her hips up, thrusting her
pussy into his face for more contact. So close, she was so close to feeling
that wonderful sensation again that she let go of his hair and gripped the
sheets, hanging on for when the tidal wave of ecstasy finally claimed her. It
didn’t take long for Kristoff’s expert mouth and fingers to have that crest of
sensation tumbling forth and sucking every last ounce of energy from her.

When the wave left and he moved out from between her thighs she
felt bereft, but then he was lying beside her, his fingers dancing across her
thigh as the heavy pants of his suppressed pleasure teased the hair by her ear,
and that emptiness eased. It was then that she realized her husband had gotten
her off twice, yet he was suffering, unfulfilled. Pushing herself up, she
looked down at him, knowing that it was time to put her training to use.

Chapter Seven

Veronica thought back to all the lessons she learned on how to
orally please a man. She reached for his pants and started undoing them. She
kept her eyes on him, giving him visual stimulation as well as physical. His
eyes were closed and a look of strained concentration marred his face. She used
that moment to really look at him. His nose, a straight line that spoke of the
aristocracy, was in the center of his face. The hard ridges of his cheekbones
led down to a square jaw. She wondered what he would look like with morning
stubble and his hair askew from their continuous lovemaking.

The ridges of muscles on his abdomen clenched with the force of
his breathing. His eyes slowly opened and the green depths seemed to glow in
the dim light. His gaze was locked on her, watching as she slid the zipper down
and pulled the sides apart. The white material of his underwear was a stark
contrast to his tanned flesh and she felt her mouth water. A line of dark hair
led from just below his belly button to the waistband of his underwear. She
gripped the edges of both garments and started pulling them down. Kristoff
lifted his hips to aid in what she was doing, and when his cock sprang forth
everything around her stilled.

Hair a shade darker than the blond locks on his head framed the
thick root of his shaft. He was big and hard. His thighs were thick tree
trunks, massive and solid with a light dusting of lightly colored hair covering
them. His penis was fully erect and reached well passed his bellybutton as it
lay on his stomach. He was so large and she was so small in comparison that she
couldn’t help but wonder how in the world he would fit comfortably inside of
her. She knew a woman was made to stretch, but good lord he was massive.

She wrapped her hand around him and swallowed when her thumb and
middle finger didn’t touch. He was velvet over steel and he was scorching hot
in her grip. Veronica needed to quit worrying about what would and wouldn’t fit
and focus on pleasing him as much as he pleased her. Sliding her hand down the
root of his shaft, she squeezed and smiled when he grunted in response. The tip
of him was painted red, and a drop of moisture dotted the slit. Leaning forward
she swiped her tongue along the bead of pre-cum and moaned at his flavor. The
taste was very masculine, like saltwater taffy and male sweat. The dual
combination may have not sounded appealing, but to her it was heaven. She
encased the head, sucked hard and twirled her tongue on the underside of his
cock. The large vein that ran the length throbbed under her touch, and she
moved her hand up and down his length, loving that he swelled even further in
her grasp. His hands found their way into her hair this time and he tugged.
There was a sting of biting pain but it felt good, made her feel like she was
doing it right. She may have been trained in the art of oral, but she had never
practiced on an actual man before. There were videos and demonstrations using
anatomically correct dummies.

For a virgin wife must never see the penis of a man that wasn’t
her husband.

Veronica hollowed out her cheeks, applying the maximum amount of
suction she could while she used her hand to stroke the rest of his cock she
couldn’t reach with her mouth. Tiny bursts of salty cum exploded in her mouth
so she picked up her speed and moaned around the head on the upstroke. The
vibrations would travel down his shaft, hopefully driving him mad with
pleasure. She used her free hand to grab the massive weights that hung beneath
his cock. His balls were heavy in her palm and when she caressed them she felt
the skin tighten. He started to lift his hips into her, thrusting his dick in
her mouth while he murmured how good it felt, how much she pleased him.

His fingers moving sensually in her hair, she could tell Kristoff
was getting closer and closer to his own climax. Another burst of cum filled
her mouth, and she greedily swallowed. She tried to take as much of him as she
could, but when the tip of him reached the back of her throat and still half of
his shaft was visible, she knew it wouldn’t happen. Over and over she sucked
him. Up and down, up and down. His hips started pumping into her mouth harder
and faster now and soon all she could do was brace her hands on his body and
let him ride out his orgasm.

“Jesus
Christ
,
Veronica.” He groaned loudly, cursing that it was so good. Too good. Roaring
out that it would never be enough, that
she
would never be enough. His ejaculation filled her mouth to the brim and she
swallowed as much as she could. Some of his cum slipped out the corner of her
mouth, but his load was massive, just like the rest of him. When he was spent
she let his still semi-erect shaft slip from her mouth, but first she sucked on
the head, licked it clean until he was groaning and lightly pushing her away.

“Shit, baby.” He threw his arm over his eyes and sought her out
with his other hand. He pulled her close, and she curled into his body, closed
her eyes, and smiled. He was pleased, which in turn made her pleased. She never
thought it would feel like this, but she was pleasantly surprised that it did.

Chapter Eight

They lay together for several long moments until their breathing
evened out. She thought he had fallen asleep but then he dropped his arm from
his eyes and turned to look at her. He stared at her for several long moments
before leaning in and kissing her. His tongue stroked over her lips before
slipping between the seam. He slid his hand between her thighs, tested her
readiness, and urged her to spread her thighs.

This was it. This was the moment that she had thought about since
she knew what
it
was. His hips fit
perfectly in the cradle of hers, and she felt the hot hardness of his cock
press against her cleft. Ever so gently he started pressing into her, not
penetrating her but rubbing the root of his erection on her clit. Up and down
he moved his hips, swiveling his groin just right so she was moving with him,
their movements mimicking what she wanted to do, desperately.

“Kristoff, please,” she breathed against his mouth. At this point
she wasn’t below begging him.

“God, just hearing you say my name, pleading with me makes me so
damn hard, baby.” He took her wrists and placed her arms above her head,
causing her body to stretch beneath his. Her breasts brushed along the hard,
smooth planes of his chest, her nipples scraping against his skin, driving her
wild.

“I want inside of you so fucking badly, Veronica.” He thrust
against her, hard. “I want to feel your tight, hot little cunt spreading around
my cock, milking me until I come and fill you up.” The words tumbled out of him
fast and rough. “You want that too, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“God, yes. Yes, I want that.” She was beyond thinking clearly by
now. Her pussy felt hot and wet, so damn wet that she knew her moisture coated
his shaft, making it slide easily through her slit. Grabbing his shaft, he
placed the tip at her entrance. Immediately her pussy clamped down, as if her
body knew what was right there and was eager to grab hold.

Inch by agonizing inch Kristoff started pushing into her. “
Fuck
,” Veronica watched him as he
continued to advance. He was so large and thick that she felt so full, so
completely possessed by him. The tightening of his hands on her wrists made her
feel trapped, but not in a bad way. Everything he did to her, every little
touch, every little stroke was for her pleasure. Even restraining her made her
feel safe and protected.

 
She knew when he came
against her barrier because his body tensed above hers and he stopped
advancing. He leaned back so that he could look into her eyes and dipped his
head to bring his lips to hers.

“I’m sorry. It’s going to hurt. There isn’t any way around it.” He
kissed her again and murmured, “I’d take the pain if I could.” And she knew he
would, even though they had just met. Whatever was between them, whatever he
sensed when he saw her was far stronger than just two people being together.
She may not love him, not yet, but she could easily see herself falling for
him, hard.

He started to pull out so that just the head of his shaft was
poised at her entrance and then he was pushing back into her, right through her
hymen, breaking the thin barrier that marked her innocence. The sting of pain
had her wincing, and he started dropping tiny kisses around her face,
whispering how good she felt, that everything was okay. When he was fully
buried within her body he stilled, allowing her to adjust to his size. They
kissed slowly, their mouths moving together, opening yet no tongue slipping
past their lips. It was highly sensual and erotic. He gripped the back of her
thigh, but secured both of her wrists in one of his hands. Lifting and pulling
her leg outwards, he deepened the penetration by another inch and had her
gasping in his mouth.

He started slowly moving within her. In and out. Slow and gentle.
Sweat coated their bodies and every time he slid all of his inches into her
their skin would slide together, slick with their perspiration. Their mingled
breaths were labored, and in between kissing, nipping, and sucking, Kristoff
was bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. The arm that held her wrists was
by her head, the muscles bulging every time he thrust into her. Tendrils of
hair stuck to the side of her face and beads of water and salt dotted the area
between her breasts and started slipping down between her ribs to pool in her
belly button.