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Love Born of Passion
By: just_peachy (into_the_swing@yahoo.com)
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It was nine inches long, thick as her wrist and she could see the veins pulsing. It twitched and bobbed without her even touching it. The bulbous end was deep scarlet and shiny. The skin looked so tight she was afraid it would pop if she touched it.Catherine, Cat to those closest to her, wondered if all virgins were this nervous and afraid on their wedding nights. She had never seen a naked man but had overheard the maids talking on occasion.
She had heard her own parents many times. Cat was not sure that thing would fit in her. Her mother instructed her on the ins and outs of lovemaking, how to pleasure a man and on self care.
Her raven tresses were still piled in a coronet on her head showing her slender neck. One tendril curled dared to escape. Her green eyes were such a shade that people did double takes when they saw her. Envy would die of itself. Tonight, they were wide open and her pink tongue darted out to moisten her pink lips. She was covered from neck to ankles in a sleeveless white gown. It was made from the softest and most luxurious of cottons and covered her body very well.
It felt glorious on her skin, even on her freshly shaven pussy. Oh yes, her mother had insisted on this act and blushed the whole while. Where dark springy curls had been was now bare and soft as silk. Her thoughts were interrupted as he handed her a goblet of wine. He bade her to relax.
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Cat sipped the sweet liquid as she assessed her husband. Bryght was better than she had expected considering she had never met him, let alone choose him. It was a match to secure the alliance between their families. She was tall for a woman at 5’9 and she barely came to his chin.His raven hair was not cut as should be by aristocratic standard but was not too long. It just grazed his collar, when he was wearing clothes! His ocean blue eyes danced with mischief and his mouth was hidden by what they call a goatee today. When he smiled, he teeth shone brightly and was very comforting to her. Very strong features for a man of leisure. She couldn’t quite figure out how he got so tanned, especially below the waist. She would later find out he was a sailing man. Bryght was broad-shouldered and his chest was sculpted. A small patch of curly black hair graced it and lead a trail to his lean waist and lower still to where her distress lie. She swallowed as her eyes fluttered, her embarrassment causing him to chuckle.
He came to her then and her heavy breathing became pants.
Cat, darling, cast your fears aside. I promise to make it as painless as possible. With that, he leaned in and took the goblet from her. His lips grazed her neck as he placed it on the bedside table. A charge of electricity shot down her spine causing her to shiver. His breath was warm on her neck and ear as his hands massaged her shoulders. Bryght nibbled up to her jawline, lost in the intoxicating scent of her. Coconut and lime with a hint of woman tickled his nose. His whiskers grazed her cheek as he moved closer to her mouth. Cat could not explain what she was feeling but instinct told her it was good. Their lips touched, their tongues danced and she suckled his bottom lip as he did her top.
Bryght tried to move his hands down and over her breasts but she stopped him. She wasn’t ready for that yet and he knew then she truly was a virgin. A whirlpool of feelings churned inside her. She wanted him to touch her, to not touch her, to give her time to adjust. Cat’s body was screaming with desire, or at least she thought that’s what it was. She had never even masturbated!
Her mother told her how to, but wasn’t it dirty? She itched to touch him and asked shyly if she could. He layed back on the bed and watched with curiosity. Bryght had never had a virgin and the appeal of that nearly caused him to lose control. Could he stand her touching him? She sat beside him unaware that her gown had ridden up over her knees. He noticed a dimple in her knee and made a mental note to taste that spot later. Bryght cupped her face, drawing her to him for another sip of her honeyed mouth.
His scent was overpowering with sandalwood and musk. Cat noticed his pulse in his neck and nibbled that area, his grown frightened her and she drew back.
It’s ok love, I was enjoying it. His words made her bold and she trailed kisses along his collar bone. Her hands splayed on his chest, caressing the hair rubbing across the nubs of his nipples. She sat back running her hands down his sides to his thighs. She stopped there, hesitating. Just as she was about to gain the courage to fully touch his member, it twitched, she giggled. Bryght couldn’t keep from spilling his seed if he allowed her to continue so he grabbed her wrists, flipped her onto her back and covered her body with his. His weight felt so good, so safe. He just noticed that her was up. He pulled her up with him to a sitting position.
He began to remove the pins and doing so, released more of her scent. It surrounded him. Her hair cascaded over his arms in a mass of curls. He massaged her scalp and she leaned into him for another round of oral delights. She slowly leaned back into the bed, bringing her gown up and over her hips. Cat swallowed and removed the garment. A pink flush developed over her entire body. He sucked in his breath, thank you Lord was all he could say.
The gown had hidden her full perky breasts topped with rosy nipples. They were large enough to just overflow a man’s hands. The deep cleft between them beckoned him. Not yet he thought to himself. Lower his eyes went to her flat stomach and rounded hips. She noticed his eyebrows raise in surprise at her shaved mound. A small tick of a smile was at the corner of his mouth. She was feeling so relieved that he liked her body as much and she did his. Cat had muscled thighs from years of horseback riding. He groaned at the thought of them squeezing him like a steed. Kiss me please, she asked. Her pupils were dilated and lids heavy. Her lips were swollen with passion. Her breasts heaved with each breath.
They joined mouths once more.
She could feel his hardness on her belly, throbbing and pulsating. Cat was feeling a familiar sensation between her thighs. His hair on his chest rubbed against her nipples, hardening them. His mouth traveled in a similar course of her earlier exploration of him. He cupped each breast weighing them, bringing each thumb over the jutting peaks. Cat arched and moaned. He took one between his teeth gently and teased it with his tongue. She went crazy writhing and twisting under him. Her passion so evident and ready to explode. He had at long last found a partner as volatile as he. Cat could never have imagined her body boiling, yet it was. She melted into him as he toyed with her mounds. Keeping his hands on her milky white breasts, he licked down to her navel, diving into it’s shallow depth. Her hips rotated and her hands clutched the hair on his head. She wanted him to, to what? She didn’t know, just that she felt a pressure that needed to be released. Cat tensed as she felt his warm breath over her womanhood. Instinctively she spread her legs and he nearly took her right then. He wanted this to be right, perfect.
The musky odor of her drove him mad, and he diverted his attention elsewhere. The dimple on her knee was sweet as he knew it would be. Her skin was so soft, his so rough. Bryght nibbled his way up both thighs, closer to his goal. He nuzzled her folds with his nose, inhaling her. Just as she arched into him, he took her into his mouth. Running his tongue up, down, in and out and he hadn’t got to her button yet. He wondered if she even knew she had such a spot. She cried out his name and ground her pelvis into his face. She was so close and she didn’t to what. Cat just knew she wanted whatever it was. He took two fingers and entered her, feeling the barrier then pushed forward. It wasn’t so bad for her since she rode horses and it was only mildly painful. She knew he was trying to make it easier for her. He then nibbled that hidden nodule and she convulsed around him. Her thighs squeezed his head, her hands nearly pulled his hair out. Over and over she said I love you, oh God. Her sweet juices filled his mouth and coated his face.
When she came down from her euphoria, he rose above her, her thighs still parted made it easy for his penis to rest at her opening. Feeling the wetness had him hurting more now than when he was tasting her. His face was over hers and she could smell herself. She wondered what she tasted like and pulled his lips to hers. He entered her tight hole as she did this. He filled her so completely and so fully. He thought he would die as her inner muscles gripped his rigid shaft. She was still having miniature orgasms and he didn’t have to move as she was milking him. She began to move under him, drawing him deeper. Bryght pulled almost completely out, looked her in eye and said I love you too as he drove his full length into the hot cavern of her.
Harder and harder, faster and faster, he pounded her. Cat ignited like a wildfire and matched his rhythm. As he felt her release beginning again, he felt his balls tighten. The came together, exploding like a powder keg. They layed together, still joined, their sweaty bodies shuttering. The smell of them hung in the air. They knew as they fell asleep in each other’s arms, they would forever be soul mates, forever be together, forever love.
