Page 25 of Unholy Union
We collapse to the bed between kisses and tangled limbs. I’m expecting to keep Sabrina beneath me, trapping her where she belongs against the mattress, but she rolls out from under me. She slides on top, throwing a thigh over the other side.
She’s straddling me.
The bold move takes me by surprise and for a second, I’m caught between irritation and arousal. Irritation that she would dare interrupt my plans—I’mthe man, the husband, the leader, the one who decides how this goes.
But hot arousal floods in and overrides any objections. How fucking sexy is it to have not just a woman climb on top so boldly like that but an innocent little virgin like my bride?
My hands slide up the smooth sides of her thighs. “Does principessa have a dominant streak?”
Her smirk returns, gaze falling to my shirt. She starts undoing my buttons. “I want to seduce you.”
“The lingerie did enough of that. You see the giant fucking erection I’ve got?”
Her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink. “Let’s hope you fit.”
“Trust me. I’m going to fit. One way or another. We’ll find a way. Lube or otherwise.”
Sabrina bends forward as she undoes the buttons on my dress shirt. She peppers kisses for each button she undoes, dropping one on my chest, then trailing lower and lower.
Her lips feel good. Sensual and gentle.
She takes her time as she goes, each move slow as she sits astride me. I sit back and let her. The view’s enjoyable. So is the experience, getting the chance to watch my wife and admire her every feature.
There’s something about how she looks on her knees, bent forward with dark curls dangling over her shoulders. Her tits look like they’re about to bust out of her bra, and she’s biting down on her bottom lip.
The girl may be a virgin, but she has a natural sex appeal about her without even trying.
My cock throbs imagining the slick heat of her tight little pussy. I’ll be breaking her in soon enough.
Very, very soon.
Sabrina reaches my belt buckle, her hands going still. She pauses for only an uncertain second, glancing up at me.
Then she goes for it. She undoes the strip of leather with a flick of her wrist. The zipper on my pants is dragged down and I let her explore.
Discover me for herself.
She reaches into my boxer briefs and sets my cock free. It’s large, stiff, and angry, the veins throbbing along the thick shaft.
She pauses all over again, clearly taken aback for a second.
I cock a brow at her. “Well? What do you think? Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a dick before.”
Her face turns a whole new shade of pink. “I… I have… but yours…”
“I’m larger than average. Go ahead. Touch it. Stroke it. Put your fucking mouth on it, principessa,” I say, and when she blinks, I release a loud laugh. “You might as well get used to it sooner than later. I’m telling you now. You’re going to getrealacquainted with it married to me.”
She reaches out, her hand slightly unsteady and smaller than I remember, and then slowly wraps it around me. As clumsy and unsure as her touch is, it still feels pretty good.
It still almost makes me groan.
I’m that damn sensitive. That hard and worked up right now.
She strokes her loose fist up and down my shaft, experimentally at first. Then she picks up the tempo, going faster.
It goes from feeling pretty good to feeling good enough that I grit my teeth. My cock throbs in her grip, warning that I won’t be lasting long.
Not this first round. Not after I’ve gone a couple weeks without.
