Page 11 of Never Have We Ever
“Oh, fuck!” Valeska cried, the most coherent thing to echo in the bridal chamber before a string of dirty German words erupted with every thrust. André held tightly onto her, ensuring her body stayed exactly where he wanted while pounding his cock into her. Valeska didn’t have the chanceto touch herself. She had a feeling she wasn’t supposed to. Not yet.
Like he doubtlessly did not understand her frenzied German epithets, Valeska likewise could not understand a drop of French raining upon her. She knew they were questions from the inflections at the end of every sentence, but what he asked her might as well have been her favorite color or her favorite childhood memory.I knowwhat my favorite memory is right now.Him, stretching and filling her to her limits, his grand idea of pretending to deflower her hinging on this intoxicating position. The deep penetration it afforded almost sent Valeska into the stratosphere of sexual pleasure.
He was so hard and dripping to come inside of her. She knew that’s what he said, even though she couldn’t understand the words.
“You come,” he whispered in English. “You come on me.”
Valeska obeyed almost immediately. The rush of orgasm made her drive herself back onto him, demanding that her husband reach her innermost depths and take what was now his.If you can reach it, you can have it.Valeska screamed so loudly that André covered her mouth with his hand, his body stilling within hers although he did not yet come.
I wish he would!
Valeska needed to feel him come undone. She needed to know what it was like.
Instead, the bastard rolled away from her, leaving her open and wet. Valeska’s legs closed, but her thighs were so wet that they slid together. She felt no shame.
“You are so beautiful.” He kissed the dip in her back and lightly fingered her abandoned slit. “You sound like a symphony when you orgasm.”
Valeska couldn’t help but laugh. “Why did youstop?”
“Because I want to see your full beauty.” He fell onto his back and pulled her ass into his lap. “You are not too tired to give it a ride,non?”
Of every position André would take her through over the next two years, flinging herself back on her hands and riding his cock would always be the favorite. Not only did it makeherfeel powerfulfor a change, but that was a look of sheer bliss on her husband’s face whenever he watched her bounce, curls, breasts, and stomach and thighs when she grew older and filled out more. It wasn’t the easiest for achieving maximum physical pleasure, but the emotional intensity was worth a few minutes of digging her toes into the bed.
“Yes…” André said, when she finally fell forward and covered hisface in kisses. His cock slipped out of her, but this time she did not feel that strange abandonment. They were closer than ever now. “Most beautiful.Tres beau.”
Valeska collapsed onto her back, too exhausted to do most of the work anymore. André did not complain. He immediately took his place between her legs, looming over her while his hips directed hers. By the time his cock found its newhome once more, Valeska was so deep beneath him that she quivered to consume his presence.
“Fuck me,” she begged, almost forgetting her English. “Please.”
“You want to be my wife?” He kissed her before she could answer. “You want me to become your husband?”
She sighed within his hold. Yet no matter how wide she stretched her legs, she still could not convince him to go for it. “We already signedthe papers and said the vows in front of everyone, Monsieur Dubois.”
“That is circumstance. This isl’amour.”
“You’re saying we’re not really married yet?”
“I say I make you my wife now.”
He did.
His breath was heavy upon her lips as he fucked her as hard as his body allowed. After two rounds of sex and enough orgasms to kill lesser women, Valeska was more than pliable. Whatever he wanted.When he wanted it. André met utterly no resistance every time his cock plunged deep inside of her and stimulated the parts of her even she barely knew about.This is what I wanted, but I never thought I would get it!His mouth crushed hers. His tongue danced inside of her mouth. His cock burrowed inside of her, pinning her to the bed and making her claw his chest, his shoulders, and the breadthof his naked back.God! I can’t take it!Valeska could come whenever she wanted, but until her husband joined her, she couldn’t finish. The longer this went on, the more he swelled with every thrust.
“Je jouis.” André said it over and over, one of the few things Valeska immediately understood.“Je t’aime et je jouis…”
She knew how fickle men could be in bed. They loved her when they were coming.In the morning, things might be different.
Even with her husband.
He pinned her down when he came, his roar of release taming her quicker than his orgasm did. Not that she ignored it. How could she, when her body was overcome with warmth and the need to hold him even closer. As Valeska’s nails dug into his shoulders, he dug into her and shared what he claimed really made her his wife.
Valeskahad to agree it made a good statement. Her elated senses sent shocks of pleasure to her curling toes and gaping mouth.
“Ah, my God.” André spent the last of his strength uttering those words. One moment he was fucking his wife with all his might, and the next he was still, although he refused to abandon her again. “Tres beau.”
“You think?” Valeska didn’t want to laugh the first time her husbandlay with her like this, but she couldn’t help it. “Beautiful?”
“Because it is with you.”
