Page 10 of Never Have We Ever
Valeska had to concur. “So you fuck me now?”
André took one of her hands and moved it to his zipper. “I want to see you be dirty first. You set the tone, Madame Dubois. Then we make the music.”
He was lucky that she was so turned on. Because that wasthe only way he could inspire her to get down on her knees, in her wedding lingerie, and unzip his pants.
André removed the last layer covering his torso; Valeska removed the last obstruction to what was now hers.
Oh, good. It was happy to hear the news.
Valeska was no stranger to pleasuring a man, but it had been a while, and there was pressure to do an excellent job on their wedding night.She wasn’t merely setting the tone for the evening. This would set the tone for their whole marriage, and if Valeska wanted to keep this man coming back for more – let alone beyond two years – then she needed to give him the full service. This was what they had put off for a whole year, after all.
André said nothing. Assuming short grunts and the occasional moan could be considered nothing. Becausethat was all Valeska elicited as she licked his hardening length and lightly sucked on the base of his cock.You really have been holding out on me, Monsieur Dubois.André had a satisfying girth to him that hardened Valeska’s nipples and sent a bit of her budding arousal down her thighs.My wedding night underwear is soaked through. As it should be.She opened her mouth and slowly swallowed him,inch by inch.
He filled her mouth and teased her throat. His hands gripped her curly hair and held the back of her head closer to his waist. He wanted her to swallow all of it. They didn’t even need English to make that clear.
“Look at me. I want to look at you.”
Valeska opened her eyes. All she could see was the ripple of his Adonis line and the swathe of blond hairs covering his pelvis.Her husband smelled like rosewater and lavender baths. He tasted like a man who desperately wanted to fuck her.
Even so, she gazed up at him. The eyes staring back at her were full of lust. For her.
Fingertips gently touched her cheek. A coif of her hair tickled her nose. André brushed it away and slowly thrust his hips forward. Valeska had to break eye contact to concentrate on her breathing.He didn’t get a deep throat on his wedding nightandeye contact. They could work their way up to that.
They had at least two years, after all.
“Ah, yes.” The limits of his restraint rippled through his abdomen. Valeska rubbed her slit to think that this man wanted to fuck her throat until he spilled his seed into her stomach. He wouldn’t, though. Not tonight, anyway.
He’d probably save itfor the second day of their honeymoon.
Valeska humored him for a minute more before releasing him from her hold. The gasp of air sucking down into her lungs sent her back on her ass. When she sat up again, her husband had stepped out of the rest of his clothes and beckoned her to stand.
“Nowwe go to bed.”
André picked her up, the sudden display of his strength startling Valeska. By the timeshe landed on the large bed, her bra had come undone and her husband was between her breasts, his tongue teasing one of her nipples before consuming it entirely.
She no longer had an ounce of restraint. As far as Valeska was concerned, they should have been fucking twenty minutes ago.
“You make me feel good, Madame Dubois.” André tore aside her underwear and kissed a heavy trail of desire downher stomach. “Now I make you feel fantastic.”
The ungodly sound coming out of Valeska’s mouth when her husband first tasted her slit would have sent other men screaming. Not André, who didn’t hesitate to cover her pussy with his tongue and coax every drop of her desire out of her body.
The man had shown considerable restraint when his cock was in her throat. Restraint Valeska couldn’t say shehad as she grinded her pelvis against his face and enjoyed every second of his oral lovemaking as if it would be the last. Her bra came off her body and landed on the floor. Her underwear was torn in two. The only thing still on her body was her garter, which must have tickled André’s chin even though he powered through any and all discomfort to pleasure his wife.
It was unbearable!
Valeska,propped up on one arm and pulling his hair, forgot where she was. Maybe she didn’t know who she was, either. Because this? This was the kind of intensity she wanted the first time with her new husband. Unlike him, who had remained so composed even while softly fucking her throat, Valeska unleashed her rabid lust and threw herself into orgasm as soon as it lurked within her.
She wanted to be wetenough for him. She did not doubt that it was his plan as well.
German slipped from her lips. On purpose, too, because she didn’t want him to understand her when she cried in frustration,“You torment me like this when you could be fucking me!”Whatever. It sounded more than dirty enough.
André made her ride out two orgasms on his face before releasing her. She was too relaxed yet too wound-upto do anything but let him encircle him with his body from behind. His powerful arms held her close to his chest, her breasts pushed up against her chin and her right leg flung back over his. The tip of his erection teased her ass.
“You ready for me?” His words had never been accented.That’s right, you bastard. You turn me on with your accent.Valeska had never been one for a French accentuntil she met André. Suddenly, she understood what her friends gushed over whenever they discussed the sexiest accents in the world. Hearing a Frenchman’s words purred into her ear, his thick cock only an inch away from taking her, was about to make her come. “You ready to really become Madame Dubois?”
Valeska’s head sagged toward the pillow. “Fuck me.”
His growl of approval was the second tolast thing she heard before he penetrated her. The last was the sound of his cock driving deep into her flesh.
