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  Her gaze flicked up from our merged hands to meet my eyes. I saw trepidation and curiosity in the green depths. She licked her lips and this time, I did groan. I couldn't help the sound from escaping. Nor could I help it when I put my mouth on hers. Her lips were soft and plump and unmoving. A sound of surprise came from the back of her throat. When she parted her lips, I took advantage and my tongue slipped past. Sliding one hand up her back, I cupped the nape of her neck and tilted her head to kiss her more deeply. I pulled back, just enough to talk.

  "Kiss me back, sweetheart."

  I kissed the corner of her mouth, across her lower lip to the other side. Her breath was warm, her taste sweet. "I...I don't know how."

  "Just do what feels pleasing to you." I kissed her again, and this time she was a little bolder, her tongue meeting mine for the first time. It was hard to go slowly, to not plunder, but soon I could. Soon.

  I kissed her and I kissed her until I felt her body relax, felt the muscles shift from tense to lax, her fingers pressing into my chest.

  "Touch me, Piper," I said again. This time my voice was rough with need.

  "I am," she replied breathily.

  I shook my head slowly, took hold of her hands and moved them over my chest, my flat nipples, down over my belly and back.

  Although her fingers were slow, she complied. The feel of her small hands on me had my cock pressing painfully against my pants.

  "My turn." Carefully, so as not to make her skittish, I lifted my hands and began working the buttons of her bodice free. As I did so, her pale, creamy skin became exposed a little at a time. The top swells of her breasts were plump and full. I'd been correct in my guess; her pale skin was sprinkled with pale freckles. I couldn't resist and I kissed them, starting on the top of her right breast and worked my way across to the other. She was silky soft and her scent filled my nose. Floral, spring sunshine, and pure woman. It was a heady mixture. Her breathing escaped in little pants, making her breasts rise and fall as I kissed her.

  "Wiley," she whispered, her hand tangling in my hair. As I continued to kiss her, I worked the material down her arms and over her hips so it pooled at her feet. One moment she was tugging me away, the next holding me to her. I smiled against her warm skin. I looked up at her from my very appealing spot, moving my chin back and forth, rubbing my whiskers against her, just above the edge of her corset. Her eyes were emerald green and a tad blurry, indicative of the start of her arousal. It was heady to watch her awakening to passion.

  "Like that?" I asked.

  "Can I...can I feel your whiskers?" she whispered.

  I raised an eyebrow at her question, then sat back and tilted my chin up. If she wanted to touch me, I wasn't going to stop her.

  Tentatively, she ran her palm over my jaw, sliding it back and forth. She was focused on her task and when her thumb ran over my lips, I opened and took the tip into my mouth.

  Her eyes widened as I sucked on the tip, then let it go.

  "I shouldn't like this, but I do," she told me.

  I couldn't help but grin, for it went completely against her earlier brazen behavior. She might have been mad at me, she might have hated that we were married, that I'd come to see Ethel on our wedding night, but she couldn't lie about her reaction to me. Mad or not, she was attracted and quickly becoming aroused. I ran my hand over her hair to pull the pins from it, letting the long tresses fall down her back. Then, I tangled my fingers in the silky strands and tugged her into a kiss as her hand fell to my shoulder. Her attentions were more ardent now, her mouth responsive. She was a quick learner. Shifting, I turned, bringing her with me and lowering her to the bed so I loomed over her, my weight resting on one forearm. I did not break the kiss, only lowered one hand to work the stays on the corset, wanting to feel heated, soft flesh. Once the sides of the stiff garment parted, I finally was able to see what her breasts looked like, felt like. Tasted like.

  I sat back on my heels so I could look down at her. As I did so, she watched me, and certainly didn't fight me, her lips slick and swollen from my kisses. Her breasts were full and plump and pink tipped, with perfect nipples that I longed to taste. And so I did. I took one into my mouth, the plump feel of it luscious against my tongue.

  "Wiley, oh!" she cried, her hands once again in my hair. I laved the tip, sucked on it, even grazed it gently with my teeth, testing what made her writhe, what made her breath catch and what made her moan. It was a sweet sound, full of longing and surprise and sheer bone-deep pleasure. What was so powerful, so heady about it was that I was giving it to her.

  I moved from one breast to the other, licking and sucking and laving them while I plucked and tugged on the tight little tip. She was very responsive, and her breasts were very sensitive to my play. It was heady knowledge, indeed. I wanted to see more of her, taste more, touch more.

  Her skin was so pale, her legs long and shapely. Everything about her was well formed and perfect. Running my hands over her, I discovered the inside of her arm was ticklish and that her skin was unbelievably smooth. How could she be soft and dainty when I was so hard and rough?

  I stood tall, taking a moment to breathe and cool my ardor, but only a moment. I worked her stockings down her legs, removed her shoes, then her drawers last. She watched me with clear eyes, yet I could see nervousness there, perhaps a fear of the unknown. Hopefully, I was being gentle and slow enough to allay her fears of me. "Show me all of you, sweetheart."

  She frowned. "I'm...I'm naked. What else is there to see?"

  "Spread your thighs and show my your pussy."

  Instead of widening her legs, she pressed them together and shook her head. "This...this is happening too quickly."

  It was, but my cock didn't care. This wasn't just any woman; this was my wife. I was looking down upon the body of the one woman who belonged to me. While I'd earned the right to do whatever I wished with her via the law and God, I had to earn her trust to do so.

  Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I gently ran my hands over her once again, gentling her as I would a skittish mare. "While it's true we hardly know each other and most likely will drive each other to drink more times than not, I have no doubt we'll be compatible in bed." Lazily, I circled my finger around the perfect swell of her breast. "What the ladies downstairs told you, I liked. Very much. My cock was—is—hard for you. Only you. We're going to be good together."

  When I avoided her nipple, she arched her back and I watched it tighten before my eyes. It was all I could do not to groan. "How...how are you so sure?"

  I shrugged. Meeting her eyes, I said, "Trust me to make you feel good and I'll trust you to tell me if you don't like something. I promise I'll stop. All right?"

  I pushed my advantage, flicking the tip of her nipple with my fingertip and her eyes slipped shut.

  "Yes," she replied on a moan.

  Instead of having her spread her luscious thighs, I'd have to do it for her. She was of the mindset that if she did so herself, she'd consider herself wanton or forward. While I wanted her to be both, she'd have to learn her power over me. In the meantime, I grazed my finger down her body, circled her navel once, and then dipped lower and to where her legs were clenched tightly together. My finger dipped into her wheat colored curls and her eyes widened and her muscles relaxed.

  "What...what was that?" she asked.

  I took advantage of her shock and took hold of her thighs and slowly, gently parted her legs. My eyes widened and my breath caught at the sight.

  "You look so surprised. Surely you've seen a naked woman before," she said, her voice tentative, clearly worried about her body and my judgment.

  I did not want to even discuss the women who'd come before, especially since I'd just forced one of them out of the room. Their faces, their bodies all blurred together and were forgotten. All I could see now, all I could want, lay before me like a buffet and I was a starving man. My cock pressed against my pants in a painful reminder of what it wanted. I could see her pretty pink folds barely
hidden by pale curls. Her hips were round and narrowed to a tapered waist. While trim, she was lush and soft and perfectly formed.

  "You're mine, Piper. That's the difference. I'm seeing my wife's body for the first time."

  She offered me a shy smile and flushed a pretty pink at my words. "This feels so fast, Wiley. Is it always this way?"

  I thought of how I'd often felt lust and eagerness to fuck before, but this was different. She was different. I felt almost reverent toward her, even though we'd been wed barely fifteen minutes. I paused. It was fast. It was never this way and it was a little scary for me as well.

  I shook my head as I stroked her soft skin. "No. It's never been like this before."

  I would take it slow if it killed me.

  "Don't I get to see you as well?" She bit her lip at her forward question.

  I grinned as I arched a brow. "You want to see me, sweetheart?"

  At her nod, I stood, tugged off my pants and let them drop to the floor.

  Her eyes widened at the sight of me, and she came up onto her elbows.

  "You're...um...you're big."

  "You felt how hard I was." I looked down at my cock that pointed straight at her, long and thick, the large head broad with clear fluid seeping from the tip. "Ever seen a cock before?"

  She shook her head as her teeth bit into her plump lower lip. "Nothing like that."

  "Explain," I practically growled. "What man's cock have you seen?"

  She rolled her eyes at me and I felt ire at her lackadaisical attitude about something so important. What man had come before? "I saw my brothers when we were small, for the only way we bathed in the summer was if we stripped down and swam in the pond. But they were boys and you're..."

  Her eyes were focused solely on my cock as she spoke, and widened when it grew impossibly larger once I realized I truly was her first.

  "I'm all man, sweetheart."

  "I've heard that's supposed to fit inside me, but I must have heard wrong, for surely you're too large."

  "I'm glad you're pleased with my cock, but don't worry, I'll fit. Perhaps I should check though, to see?"

  She frowned. "Check?"

  I lowered myself to my knees on the floor, grabbed her ankles and abruptly tugged her so that her ass was at the side of the bed. She cried out in surprise. Placing one, then the other leg over my shoulders, I had the perfect view of her pussy. I didn't dawdle, for surely Piper's mind would forget about being surprised and decide to become modest, and I ran a thick finger through her pale curls, then brushing over her pale pink lips.

  "Wiley! What are you doing?"

  She was still propped up on her elbows and she tried to pull her legs back, but couldn't. My shoulders were too broad and my palm on one inner thigh kept her wide open for me.

  "Making sure I'll fit."

  "By touching me there?"

  I looked up her body at her. It was hard to focus on her surprised expression when her nipples were in my view as well. They were tight and furled and I wanted to taste them again. But there was another place on her body I wanted to taste first.

  "Remember, trust me in this and I'll trust you to tell me if you don't like it, but I promise you, you'll love it."

  I didn't give her time to argue. Using both hands, I parted her folds with my thumbs, opening her up so I could see all her treasures. At the top of her pussy was her pink pearl, all swollen and ready. Lower was her untried opening, the first hints of her arousal making it shiny and slick beneath my finger. I worked a fingertip just inside and began to play as I took in the rest of her. Below her perfect pussy was her back entrance, tightly furled and closed. I knew that she'd be sensitive there; any woman who was so responsive to nipple play would most certainly enjoy ass play as well. In due time. We had the rest of our lives. For now, I savored the sight of her, the feel of her hot pussy as it clenched down on my finger. She was so tight; once I was sunk balls deep into her, there was no doubt I'd fit within her like a hand in a glove.

  I groaned as her inner walls milked my finger, as if trying to pull it in deeper. I obliged and Piper's hips arched up off the bed as I did so.

  "Oh my," she cried, eyes closed. She'd fallen onto her back and her entire body was relaxed, yet tense at the same time. "Do that again, please."

  I didn't delay. If she wanted me to finger her, I would do so. Her arousal made her wet and slick, the sound of it filling the room. I slowly slid my digit in an out, mimicking what would come later with my cock. I added a second finger, scissoring them to prepare her for she was so incredibly snug.

  She hissed. "Wiley, I feel so open."

  "Not yet, sweetheart, but soon. Soon you'll be split wide. It's time to come. I want to see you find your first pleasure. Scream as loud as you want. I want to hear it. I want to taste it."

  "Taste it?"

  Instead of answering her, I showed her what I meant as I lowered my head to lick over her damp flesh. Her taste made my mouth water. It was sweet, just like the rest of her. My fingers continued to work into her, but never far enough to breach her maidenhead. That was for my cock. Instead, I found the soft, spongy spot just inside that had her cry out. Curling the pads of my fingers over it again and again had her writhing. When I combined that with the tip of my tongue sliding over her round little clit, finding the left side of it to be the sensitive spot, she came.

  The muscles in her legs tightened against my shoulders, and her heels dug into my back. Her hands tangled and tugged at my hair. She cried out her release loud enough for the other guests to surely have heard her. I didn't care. I didn't care about anything except giving her exactly what she needed. But watching her in the throes of passion had my cock aching, weeping pre-ejaculate so it dripped down my length.

  Once her pleasure ebbed, I lifted my head, and shifted my shoulders so that her legs fell around me. "Wrap your legs around my waist, sweetheart."

  She was pliant enough at the moment to do as I bid without thought or argument. She would not be telling me to stop. When I felt her ankles lock at my lower back, I pulled my fingers free and grabbed the base of my cock in a tight grip.

  "See what you do to me?"

  Piper's eyes were blurry, yet focused on how my hand stroked up and down the length of my dick, her cheeks flushed and her brow damp with sweat. "You're even bigger." Her voice was breathy and surprised.

  I aligned myself up to her slick, virgin opening. "It's time, sweetheart. Time to make you mine. This is for us. You and me. No judges. No ceremony. Just this."

  She had enough clarity after her first orgasm to understand of what I spoke. I was taking her because I chose it, not because it was demanded. She was giving herself to me, gifting me with her virginity because it was her decision. We were agreeing to this hasty, mismatched marriage of our own accord.

  "Yes," she replied.

  With that one word, I nudged the broad head of my cock into her and I watched as her pussy lips flowered open, stretched wide by my entry. She was so slick I didn't even have to work my way in, and I took my time to slowly sink into her. I felt her maidenhead, but it was no barrier for the eagerness of my cock. There was the briefest moment of resistance before I slid in all the way.

  Piper cried out at the intrusion and clenched the quilt on the bed at her sides. Her eyes were wide and I saw a hint of pain there.

  "I'm in, sweetheart. You took me so well. See? I fit."

  She licked her lips and held still. "I...I'm not sure. I feel...oh, God, Wiley, I feel so full."

  I grinned, knowing how well I filled her, but sweat dotted my brow and every muscle in my body tensed from remaining still. She was as tight as I imagined. Wet and slick and so very hot. She was heaven on earth and I'd just sunk right into it. Yet my cock was screaming at me to move, to pull back and slide in deep once again. Not slow nor gentle. Rough and hard and untamed.

  "Getting better?" I asked through clenched teeth.

  "That's it? It's all over?"

  "Over? We're just getting start
ed." I began to move then, not only because I couldn't wait another second, but also I wanted to show her what fucking truly was about. She was going to love it, I knew, and I couldn't wait to see her let go, to fuck with complete abandon.

  "Oh!" she cried, eyes wide as I pulled back almost free except for where her clinging pussy lips held me in place, before again filling her deeply.

  "Like that?"

  She nodded. I started to move then in earnest, letting my need take over yet watching her cautiously. I shouldn't have been concerned, for after about the third deep penetration, her eyes slid shut and her hips rose to meet mine.

  "More?" I asked.

  "More," she repeated. "Harder."

  Harder? She wanted harder? I could deliver. My mind went blank then, for I couldn't control myself any longer. My pleasure built at the base of my spine, my balls drawing up and filling with my seed. It was hot and scalding and plentiful and I knew that it would fill her right up. Before then, however, I needed her to come again. I reached down and ran my thumb over her slick clit. It didn't take more than that for she'd been right on the precipice.

  She was wanton and wild when she came. Every concern she had was gone from her mind. Her hair was a tangle about her thrashing head, her thighs clenched tightly around my waist. I felt her inner walls clench down rhythmically on my cock in a way that had me coming. It was not something I could resist; it was too decadent and hot and...incredible.

  I thrust my hips one final time, filling her to the brink, then I fell over. I growled my pleasure as I gripped her hips. There would be marks there most assuredly, but I would consider them part of a virgin's claiming. Piper wasn't some breakable waif. She reveled and thrived beneath my hand, beneath my body and filled with my cock.

  I fell forward, placing all of my weight onto my hand beside her head so our rapid breaths mingled. I was still fully seated as the last few spasms of her inner walls milked the remainder of seed from my cock.

  The scent of our joining was pungent and strong in the air, the room warm, but nothing was as appealing as recovering fully embedded in Piper's pussy. I knew I'd have to pull out, but my cock stand had not diminished. I wanted her again, but my randiness would have to hold for at least a few minutes. I needed to assess my bride, to know that she was well after her first fucking. From the small smile that curled the corner of her mouth, the way her skin was flushed yet luminescent in the morning sunshine streaming through the window, I knew she was sated and replete.