A slow smile spread across my face as I took in her flustered look. "What, are you saying you don't want me to?"
"No, I just-" Her hands fluttered, as if searching for the right words. "It's just that if we start like this, it'll be too fast."
I chuckled. "And why can't it be?"
She huffed and gave me a playful shove. "Because I want it to feel good, and you know that means we have to take it slow."
"But that's no fun," I whined, leaning down to kiss her softly. She sighed and tilted her head back, letting me deepen the kiss.
"I want it to feel good too," I murmured against her lips, "but I also want you begging for me. For me to please you."
A shiver ran through her, her breath hitching in her throat. "Oh, god," she moaned softly, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I grinned into the kiss, pulling back to look at her flushed face. "Let me make you feel good," I whispered, my voice low and husky.
Her eyes closed, and she nodded. "Okay."
My grin turned feral, satisfaction running through me. "Good," I rasped, dropping a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth. "Because that's what I'm going to do."
I traced my fingers down her body, my touch feather-light as I explored the soft curves of her. She shifted against me, her breathing growing heavier as she waited for me to touch her.
I was more than happy to oblige.
I slipped my fingers between her thighs, teasing her gently. Her wetness made my mouth water. I groaned softly at the sensation, but forced myself to focus on her . I wanted her to beg me to let her come before I gave in.
And, oh fuck, was it hard not to give into my own desires. She was so perfect, her body responsive to each touch, each kiss.
But, I wasn't about to give in yet. Not until she begged me for it.
"You're doing so well," I praised, dropping a kiss to her lips as I rubbed her clit. "I love how wet you get for me."
Her lips parted, and her eyes fluttered open to meet mine. There was a desperate quality in her gaze now, her hips arching up into my touch. I pressed my thumb against her, stroking her lightly.
"Oh god," she moaned, her head tipping back.
"Don't come yet," I commanded, my voice rough. "Not until I give you permission."
She whimpered, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. "Yes," she whispered.
I leaned down to capture her mouth, my tongue sliding in to tangle with hers. I kissed her until she was breathless and writhing on the bed.
"That's a good girl," I praised, my voice raspy from holding back my own moans of pleasure. "Are you ready to be mine?"
A low whine sounded from the back of her throat. "Please," she begged. "Please."
My hand tightened in her hair as I pulled back to stare down at her. "Please what?"
"Please," she whimpered, her chest heaving with her laboured breathing. "Let me come."
"Not yet," I denied, stroking her clit roughly now. She shuddered and cried out, her eyes fluttering closed as she arched into me. "You'll come when I say you can."
She nodded frantically, her nails digging into my arms. "Please," she pleaded again. "Please."
I kissed her again, deep and hard, my lips moving down her jaw to press a hot kiss to her neck. Her thighs quaked around my hand, and I knew she was close to the edge.
"Are you mine?" I demanded.
"Yes," she gasped, her hands in my hair now. "Yes, I'm yours."
"Are you going to come for me?"
Her lips parted on a desperate cry. "Yes," she panted. "Oh god, yes."
"Now," I commanded, and her body went taut as her orgasm ripped through her. She cried out, the sound muffled in my shoulder as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight as she shuddered in my embrace. My lips moved over her skin, pressing soft kisses to her face and neck until she collapsed against me.
"That was amazing, but I want more" said Aeliana, her voice husky with sated pleasure. She ran a finger down my chest, her eyes darkening as she looked at me. "Do you want to fuck me?"
I groaned. "Fuck, you're perfect." I kissed her deeply, my body responding to her touch. "I want to be inside of you."
"Good," she murmured against my mouth, "because I want you to fill me up. Like you did last time with your red fire cock."
A shiver shot through me, my blood heating at her words. "God, you're good at dirty talk," I praised, slipping a finger inside her to check if she was ready for me. She clenched around me, and I groaned at how wet she still was.
"Is that what you like?" she asked, her voice breathy now.
"Yeah," I rasped out, my voice thick with need. "Now, get on your hands and knees."
She complied quickly, her ass in the air. I spanked it hard, then slid my cock inside her. We both groaned at the feeling, and I leaned down over her to wrap an arm around her waist.
"You feel so good," I murmured into her ear, "are you going to be a good girl and ride my cock?"
"Oh yeah," she whispered, pushing back into me.
I let out a low growl at the sensation, my hand tightening around her. I started thrusting into her, hard and deep. She whimpered and arched back into me, her cries of pleasure music to my ears.
"Mine," I growled, my teeth sinking into her shoulder. She cried out at the bite of pain, her body clenching around me.
"Yours," she panted, her hands digging into the sheets as she rocked back into each thrust.
I reached down between us, my thumb stroking her clit. "Are you going to come again?"
"God, I want to," she gasped. "But I'm close to passing out already."
I let out a dark chuckle and leaned down over her, my lips brushing against her ear. "Pass out, then. I'll fuck you unconscious."
Her breathing grew faster, her body trembling as I fucked her hard. I stroked her clit faster now, rubbing it just how she liked.
"Fuck," she cried, her hand reaching back to tangle in my hair. "I'm going to come."
"Come on my cock," I demanded, pounding into her harder now. "Come for me."
The words sent her over the edge, her body tensing as she came for me. Her cunt clamped around me, making me groan at how tight she was.
"Oh fuck," I rasped, my hips stuttering in their rhythm. "Oh fuck, you're too much."
I came inside her, filling her up completely. We collapsed together on the bed, both of us breathless and sated.
Aeliana was limp and loose in my arms, her eyes unfocused and her mouth still open from her cries of pleasure. I ran my hands over her, stroking her soothingly as I tried to catch my breath.
When she came back to herself, she smiled softly and pressed a kiss to my jaw. "Thank you," she murmured, snuggling into my arms.
I smiled back, my lips softening into a gentle smile. "Anytime," I whispered into her hair. "You know that."
And as we lay together in the quiet, warm glow of the sunset, I knew I'd do anything to make her happy. To hear her say my name again. To have her look at me with that possessive love she held only for me.
Without warning, she leaned in and captured my mouth with a possessive tenderness, her lips moving against mine slowly. When she pulled back, she searched my face.
"Mine," she whispered. "You're mine."
My heart raced at her words, a thrill shooting through me. I looked at her, my eyes softening into adoration.
"Always," I whispered. "Always."
In that moment, the world around us faded, and there was just the two of us, our promise hanging in the air between us like a vow.
Today had been our wedding and tonight our wedding had been so great and now we had a promise, a promise that would last.
I knew the promise she made, I knew it. But I also knew it was never broken and it meant our bond had grown even stronger.
We were forever. And I knew forever was a long time, but there was something about it. It just felt like it was too short.
Too short to enjoy her lips against mine, her warm and soft body on me, her legs wrapped around me, her smile for me, her laugh for me, her whispers in my ear. Too short for all of this.
And yet, I knew this was what she wanted to tell me and so I smiled and she smiled back. I couldn't imagine to live without her, to love someone else, to see someone else's smile. And so I knew, this was where I belonged. By her side.
Forever. I hoped she felt the same for me. And as if she could read my mind, she spoke up.
"Forever and always," she whispered, smiling softly at me. "I promise you that."
I knew this promise. I knew what it meant. But there was something different to this promise. Something stronger, something I couldn't describe.
"I promise you too," I said hoarsely, my throat feeling tight now. I swallowed hard. "Forever and always."