I slipped two fingers inside of her, slowly stretching her opening. She moaned loudly, jerking against the hold I had on her wrists. "Spencer," she huffed.
I smiled, kissing her lips long and slow as I sank my fingers inside of her before retreating again. "Your pussy is so wet for me, Arabella. Do you want my cock inside of you?"
"I'm begging you," she groaned.
Music to my ears. I released her wrists, carefully bringing them back down and rubbing them. "Touch yourself," I ordered, "but don't come."
She growled with frustration, but after a quick glance my way, she tentatively brought her hand between her legs. I watched, entranced by how absolutely stunning she was. She had long, elegant fingers, and her pussy was so perfect, I wanted toworship it with my tongue. As she slipped her fingers over her slick opening, I eased away from her just enough to pull a condom out of my wallet.
I undid my belt, and she slowed, her eyes blinking over to me. It wasn'tmyrule not to make eye contact, so I popped an eyebrow as I undid the top button and unzipped the black pants. She wet her lips, still circling her clit, and I slid off the bed, standing. She caught my gaze and then dipped it back down to where I was sliding my pants and briefs off in one go. If she laughed, I was going to die.
Her breath caught, and she took me in with silent appreciation. "Oh."
"'Oh?'" I joined her on the bed again, putting the condom between my teeth and stretching out beside her.
She plucked the foil wrapper out and held it up for inspection. "'Oh,' I like your dick more than I thought I would."
"Hm," I smirked. "Let's see if your pussy agrees. May I?" I took the condom back, ripped the top off with my teeth, and positioned it over the aching head of my erection. Her eyes followed the motion, so I took her hand in mine and guided her to roll the condom down my hard cock.
I watched her closely for any hint of resistance to doing that, but this was Arabella. She wanted to experience and be in charge, so she responded the way I hoped she would. She rolled the condom over my dick like a fucking pro, squeezing just hard enough, and after it was on, sliding back up the shaft to the head. I groaned throatily, almost seeing stars. Her hands were magic.
She smirked, this time teasingly repeating, "Oh."
Whatever this game was, I was here for it. "'Oh?'" I grunted as she moved her hand up and down in a motion that nearly tipped me over the edge.
"'Oh,' I like holding your dick more than I thought."
Anymore "oh"s from her, and I was going to O all over her hand. So, I returned the favor by sliding my hand between her legs again. She was so fucking wet, I could cry. And as I carefully traced a circle around her clit, Arabella released a harsh breath, her hand stalling on my dick and her head falling back. I moved over her, kissing her neck and then down to her breasts again. She threaded her hands through my hair, loosening the top knot. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, and she cried out in pleasure, her fingers tightening.
I pressed and circled her clit again, bringing her back to a peak as I worshipped her nipples and drew low moans from her writhing body. When I was sure she was lost in the haze of lust again, I positioned the head of my erection against her entrance. She lifted her lips to meet mine, eyes still closed and body responding with slick warmth. I pressed inside of her slowly, entering a fraction at a time and retreating back out as I kissed her breasts and back up to her neck.
She lifted her hips higher, taking more of me, and then I was seated inside of her. She gripped my arms, her fingers digging into claws as she moved against me in an instinctual rhythm. I followed her lead, retreating and filling her again and again until I stopped breathing. It took every ounce of willpower to keep from finishing before her. She was so tight, so sweet, it was unfair. I reached between us, matching the rhythm of my thrusts with pressure and circles in the way I'd seen her pleasure herself. She arched, her nails digging into my arms and her body tightening. She moaned loudly, the sound matching the rhythm of my strokes in and out of her tight pussy.
Then she was coming, long and hard, and in such glorious waves, I didn't stand a chance of holding out. Her orgasm squeezed my dick in a pulsing, steady rhythm that I swore to God made me black out for a second. I followed her, chasing my own orgasm and finishing with a desperate, fast pace beforeseating myself deeply inside of her. I bowed over her, supporting my weight on either side of her shoulders and breathing hard. Her chest heaved, dotted with sweat, and she clutched me like her life depended on it.
My. Fucking. God. My orgasm ripped through me, rippling down my legs and up my spine, filling me with such an incredible sense of release, I thought I might lose all strength in my limbs. Maybe it was because it was Forbidden Arabella, or maybe she really did have the Holy Grail of pussies, but I'd never,everhad an orgasm that intense.
Breathing hard and trying to regain my composure, I drew her to me, bundling her in my arms and kissing her cheek. "You are incredible, Bee."
"Jesus," she puffed.
I smiled against the crook of her neck, adjusting us so she lay on her side, and I could bring the blankets over her. I wanted to join her, but cleanup wasn't something I allowed myself to ignore with my partners. "I'll be right back, and then you can use the bathroom," I said with another kiss on her shoulder.
She had her eyes closed in blissful satiation, and she waved a hand at me as I huffed out a laugh and went to the bathroom to clean up. It only took me a minute to wash up, but I found myself staring at myself in the mirror in silent surprise.
Holy shit. I'd just fucked Arabella Rook. And it had shattered my expectations. How was I supposed to move on from this and pretend like that hadn't been the sweetest, most meaningful sex of my life?
I left the bathroom, and as I pulled my briefs back on, Arabella scampered to the bathroom with the sheet around her willowy body. While she was in there, I took a minute to gather our clothing and fold it up. Except her dress, which I hoped somebody would burn. A few minutes later she crept back to the bed and snuggled under the blankets. Her cheeks were flushedand her hair a mess, and she still had the damn veil on. She nibbled her lower lip, so I asked, "You okay?"
"No," she said frankly. She sat up, taking the blanket with her. "I'm angry I waited that long to have sex."
I cracked a grin. "That good?"
"Don't get cocky," she warned, but there was no heat in the glare. "But… yeah. That was awesome."
I jumped into the bed with her, and she scoffed as I pulled her into a cuddle, but I ignored her spiny little personality. This woman needed affection more than bees needed honey. "Glad to be of service,wife."
She stiffened, staring up at me. "I kind of forgot about that."
