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  It took all of his willpower to break their hot, wet kiss, but trailing his lips along her satiny body and then kissing her pert nipples was a treat all in itself. God, she tasted fabulous, like peaches, honey and vanilla. He instantly grew addicted. Suckling on the mounds, he could hear her rapid breathing, could feel her heart beating right beneath his head. The little minx wound her hands in his hair, tugging at the strands until he grew delirious with desire for her. Alternating between her breasts, Kristoff savored her like she was his last meal and he was starved. He broke away only for a moment to look down at her chest. Her nipples were engorged and painted red, the areolas puckered from his ministrations. Letting his eyes travel down her nude body, he took in her bare mound and had to swallow his arousal down for fear he would take her right now without the thought of her comfort. He needed her good and primed for him. Kristoff slipped his hand down her body and covered her mound with his palm. “Let me feel you, Veronica.” Desire clogged his throat. The little shiver that worked its way through her body sent his basic need to have her rising violently to the surface.

  Using the momentum from his upper body, he pushed her back on the bed and settled his hips between hers. She cradled him perfectly, like she was made specifically for him. Quickly undressing, he made sure to keep his some part of his body touching hers. He wanted, no needed to feel her. The way she looked at him was an aphrodisiac all in itself. She was beautiful and sweet and everything he could have ever imagined. There was something inside of her that calmed him, had brought him back from the brink. She didn’t even have to say anything. Just a look from her had done him in. The fact that she let her eyes travel up and down his body gave him immense satisfaction. She liked what she saw and male pride swelled within him. Kristoff took that time to look at her as well.

  Skin the color of milk covered every square inch of her. Her breasts fit his hands to perfection, and the tips beckoned for the hard suction of his mouth. A waist slim and tucked in, was all he could picture as he ran his tongue around the gentle slope of her belly button and slipping it into the tiny dip. Mouth gone dry as he stared at the slit between her thighs, all Kristoff wanted to do was spread her legs and feast at the delicate folds that were hidden between the bits of creamy flesh. “Spread your thighs, Veronica. Let me touch my wife’s pussy.”

  A buzzing started inside of him as he watched her part her legs, giving him a perfect view of the cleft at the center of her body. Her outer lips gently pulled apart and when he saw the delicate, redder flesh of her inner lips his mouth watered for a sampling. What he really wanted to do was lick her, kiss her pussy over and over again, and have her come all over his face. He didn’t do that, though. Instead he lifted his hand and touched her cunt. She was already slick with her need for him and his fingers slipped through her folds with ease. Moving his thumb to her clit and his finger to the opening of her body, he teased her mercilessly until she thrashed for him. He gently pushed his index finger into her body and exhaled roughly.

  A ripple went through him and he bent closer to her. Her eyes were closed and little gusts of air left her. “So tight and wet.” She opened her eyes and the heavy lids couldn’t contain the arousal that snapped back at him like a boomerang. “You’re so ready for me, baby. I bet you taste even better.” Tearing his gaze off of her he looked down at where his finger slid in and out of her. Her tight little muscles clenched around his intruding finger, as if she wanted to suck the digit into her body deeper.

  He couldn’t contain himself any longer. He moved down her body until his mouth hovered over her swollen clit. Pushing his finger in and out of her still, he took the slick bud into his mouth. His cock throbbed when she speared her hands in his hair and pulled him closer, smashing his face into her warm, wet cunt. “You’re so fucking sweet, Veronica.” He slid his finger from her body and replaced it with his tongue. “Your pussy tastes like ambrosia, like the sweetest berry. I could eat your out all night, savoring you until you were so swollen from my mouth you begged me to stop.” Flattening his tongue on her, he ran it up the length of her cleft. Her thighs shook on either side of him. “Tell me how much you want that, baby. Tell me you want my mouth fucking this sweet little pussy.”

  “Yes, Kristoff, yes. I want your mouth on me. I want your cock in me.” Her response was so breathy, so erotic in nature that the feral sound that left him was all for her. She made him feel like a fucking animal, like if he didn’t watch himself he’d eat her alive. That was how powerful his emotions for her were. He felt unhinged, disconnected, like at the drop of a hat he’d snap and go crazy. It wasn’t sane, wasn’t logical to feel like this after only being with someone for such a short time.

  Moving it back down to her opening he teased the rim before plunging his tongue inside. Her inner muscles clenched around him and he grunted in response. Damn, his cock was like steel and his balls heavy weights beneath it. Kristoff pressed his hips into the mattress, trying to alleviate some of the tension in his shaft. The rhythmic movements of his cock meeting the bed reminded him too much of fucking and he had to stop or he would have surely come right then and there. Continuing the slow circles around her hard little nub at the top of her mound, he moved his tongue in and out of her, picturing his cock doing the same thing.

  Yes, yes, baby. Lift your hips. Use my body to find your pleasure. He groaned against her mound as she came undone beneath him. The saccharine flavored cream that spilled from her pussy coated his lips and made its way down his throat. He swallowed every last drop, growing high from the candied flavor that was all Veronica. He couldn’t remember anything tasting as good as her orgasm. When the last tremor worked its way through her body and she was left lying there replete and satisfied, he moved himself beside her and ran the pads of his fingers over her silky thigh. He could have lain there beside her all night, but all too soon she was pushing herself up and looking down at him. The honeyed tumble of hair fell around her and coupled with her pale, yet vibrant flesh she looked like an angel before him. When her hands went for the button of his pants everything around him froze. Gone was the timid virgin that had just come all over his mouth. Here sat a wanton vixen, looking down at him like she was the one that was starving and he was her last meal.

  Chapter Five

  Kristoff couldn’t take his eyes off Veronica’s nimble fingers. The sight of her working the button free and sliding the zipper down had him gripping the sheets to stop himself from reaching for her. He couldn’t hold his eyes open any longer and let himself succumb to the drugging sensation of her fingers brushing against his bare flesh. For several, agonizing moments she kept her hands on his abdomen, and when he finally peeled his eyes open he saw her watching him with her arousal clearly written on her face. She tore her eyes away from him and stared down at the skin she exposed by pulling the sides of his pants apart. Kristoff lifted his hips to aid her as she tugged down his slacks.

  Her breathing visibly changed when she got the first unobstructed look at his cock. Her chest rose and fell from her clear arousal and he wondered if she was wet again. He swore his shaft visibly pulsed with each passing second she stared at him. Hell, he could feel pre-cum start to seep out the tip. The slight worry that marred her face pulled at his heart. He was a large man in every aspect, and he could see the thoughts running through her mind. Veronica’s emotions played across her face as loudly as if she shouted them. She worried about the pain, about him stretching her, and he wanted to tell her it wouldn’t hurt, but no matter how gentle he was, there would be pain and he wished he could take it away from her. She was just so small all around, and he was so big that when he finally did sheath himself in her tight little pussy it would be heaven and hell all in the same breath. Hell because he would be causing her pain, but heaven because he knew the pleasure would be all-encompassing.

  All thoughts of pain fled him when she wrapped her hand around his length and started stroking him. She may be a virgin and so shy and docile, but she knew how to touch a man to drive him
insane with lust. A harsh sound left his throat when she dragged her tongue along the swollen head of his shaft. Her moan of pleasure when she tasted him had his heart beating so fucking hard he thought for sure it would burst through his chest. She worked him over like she needed this just as much as he did. Her tongue on the underside of his cock, and her lips suctioning around his length, were all so much that he had to grit his teeth and stem off his impending orgasm. When he came for the first time with her it wouldn’t be done in her mouth but in the tight wetness between her thighs.

  She didn’t use her teeth but a sick, masochistic part of him wanted her to cause him a bit of pain, to prove to him this was real and he wasn’t dreaming. When he gripped her hair he didn’t know if it was to push her away or pull her closer. She was a goddess and her mouth was ambrosia. What she couldn’t reach with her mouth she gripped with her hand, stroking him to the very root of his cock. She moaned around his girth, sending ripples of pleasure filled vibrations through the entire length of his erection. Gritting his teeth and arching his neck, he let wave after wave of sensation travel through him. He wanted to watch her suck his dick, wanted to see her give him the pleasure and not just feel it.

  Lifting his head he stared down at her. Her eyes were closed and her impossibly long, dark blonde lashes made crescents below her eyes. Her cheeks were hollowed out and her once pink lips were now red and swollen as they stretched around him. When she started caressing his balls he lifted his hips, driving himself deeper into her mouth. It felt so damn good that he was having trouble keeping his eyes open. All he wanted to do was give himself over to her, but he wanted to prolong this moment with her for as long as possible.

  He fucked her mouth, pushing as much of his length into her until he felt the back of her throat hit the crown of his erection. Only then would he retreat and start the whole process over again. Her throat worked around the tip of him and he knew he was dangerously close to exploding. He wanted to come in her sweet pussy, but she was too good and he was too far gone for her to stop the ecstasy. The little mewling sounds she made were his undoing. “Jesus Christ, Veronica.” He groaned loudly, cursing, murmuring how good it felt, how good she made him feel.

  He exploded in her mouth, his orgasm so powerful he couldn’t hold his head up any longer. Kristoff closed his eyes and let the feelings she evoked in him completely claim him. Vaguely aware that the deep roaring sound came from him, he continued to knead her scalp with his fingers and pump every last bit of his essence into her. The knowledge that his semen was now inside of her in some way pleased the male in him. All he wanted to do was mark her so that she was his, irrevocably. It was a primal feeling, but it was real nonetheless. Veronica swallowed everything he gave her. Every. Last. Drop. That knowledge had more of his seed spilling from him until he was quiescent and felt drained.

  She continued to suck and lap at him and finally he had to gently take her shoulders in his hands and push her away. He was far too sensitive and needed a breather. “Shit, baby.” Kristoff couldn’t catch his breath and so he threw his arm over his eyes and tried to calm himself. With his other hand he reached for her, needing her warm, lithe body beside his as he let the high of his climax settle into his bones. Veronica curled into him and he let a smile flit across his lips. He had so much to show her, so much he wanted to experience with her. Right now was just the beginning.

  He didn’t know how long they lay there, but soon their breathing evened out. He dropped his hand and looked at her. She was staring up at him, her eyes so big and blue he felt like he could get lost in them. The thing was, he had no intention of getting found. Her swollen lips beckoned and he leaned in and slid his tongue along their plumpness. The taste of his seed filled her mouth as he kissed her. When he slipped his hand between her thighs and felt her slickness coat his fingers, he groaned against her mouth. She was still wet for him, soaking actually, and he knew he had to have her right then and there despite the fact he had just climaxed. The plan hadn’t been to do anything sexual with her this first night. He had wanted to take things slow with her, ease her into his life. He wanted to court her, have her feelings for him grow until she was the one that eagerly sought him out because she couldn’t resist him any longer. Obviously all of that didn’t happen, but as he played with her clit and slid his middle finger into her accepting body, he knew that they were primed and at the precipice of something that would forever change their lives. He had just come, but his cock was thickening once again from the feel, scent, and taste of her.

  Adjusting his body so her hips cradled him, he breathed out roughly at the feel of her wetness coating his shaft. She was hotter than hell and he was going to burn alive. Hips jerking on their own accord, his length spread her labia apart as he moved back and forth against her. She liked what he did, and he knew that by the little mewls and cries that left her parted lips.

  “Kristoff, please.” Her breathing fanning against his mouth smelled of the mint gelato and strawberry wine they had at dinner.

  “God, just hearing you say my name, pleading with me makes me so damn hard, baby.” Arching, she pressed her hard nipples against his chest. He grabbed her wrists and lifted them above her head. Looking down at the way she was stretched for him, like some virgin sacrifice had his body growing taut and his muscles straining. Veronica was his virgin sacrifice and he was about to consume her. “I want inside of you so fucking badly, Veronica.” Thrusting against her with a little more force than necessary, he groaned, “I want to feel your tight, hot little cunt spreading around my cock, milking me until I come and fill you up.” She panted beneath him. “You want that too, don’t you, sweetheart?”

  “God, yes. Yes, I want that.” He pussy cream coated him completely, verifying exactly what she had just said. He could feel himself slip along her thighs, making him wet with her arousal as well. It was such a turn-on.

  Grabbing his shaft, he placed the tip at her entrance. Immediately her pussy clamped down, as if her body knew what was right there and was eager to grab hold. He could have died right then and he would have only felt bliss. As he started pushing into her, inch by slow inch, he watched her face, gauging her reaction for pain. Her eyes were wide and full of anticipation and trepidation. Inner muscles clamped down hard on him and he gritted out, “Fuck.” She was his and he was claiming what was his. The words were right on the tip of his tongue but he held off and continued sinking into her, feeling every hot part of her pussy ripple along his length. When he came against her innocence he stilled, breathing harshly, his muscles clenching from the need to plow right into her.

  “I’m sorry. It’s going to hurt. There isn’t any way around it.” Dipping down to drag his lips across hers, Kristoff murmured, “I’d take the pain if I could.” Her nod of acknowledgment had him lifting up slightly and staring down at her as he started to pull out of her eager body. When just the head was at her entrance he took a deep, calming breath and pushed back in hard. The slight resistance from her hymen gave way as he sank balls deep in the tight, hot confines of her body. She was stiff beneath him, the pain he caused clear on her face. He kissed her, not stopping until every inch of her was touched by him. He whispered, “I’m sorry.” If he could have taken the pain for her, he would have in a heartbeat.

  Securing her wrists with only one of his hands, he gripped the back of her thigh with the other and deepened his penetration … pulling out, and then sinking back in again. He made sure his movements were easy and slow. He gave her body time to adjust to him, to stretch around his cock. With his mouth pressed to hers he could hear her whispered pleas for him to give her more. They were so close, so fused together that they breathed the same air.

  The more he moved within her the more she cried out for more. She may not have verbalized it at first, but he could tell that she wanted as much as he could give herby the blush that stole up her chest, the way her nipples hardened further, and the fact that she tugged at her bottom lip with her tiny, straight white teeth. In and out
he thrust into her, going as far as he could until the heavy weight of his balls rubbed along the crease of her ass every time he pushed into her. The whole sexual act was made hotter by the fact they were covered in sweat, their skin sliding together every single fucking time he sank into her.

  He was mesmerized by the beads of sweat that dotted her flesh, the same ones that made a sensual journey down her body to pool in her gentle dips and hollows. He wanted to taste every inch of her, every part until there was nothing left for him to memorize. Not able to help himself, he let his tongue follow a bead of perspiration that started making its way down her body. He tracked it, stopping it between her breasts and then sucking at the dip at the base of her throat. Even her sweat tasted sweet. Doing the same thing to another bead of sweat, he followed it down to her belly button and sucked at the little indentation until she squirmed beneath him. All the while he kept pumping his hips into her, bringing them both closer to a mind-altering pleasure.

  “Oh, yes,” she hissed the last word. He brought his mouth to her, letting her taste the essence that was all Veronica Dubois. It was a flavor that drove him fucking insane.

  Her pussy milked his cock and he grated out, “Christ, baby, I’m going to come. Please tell me you’re close.” Over and over he plunged into her yet she didn’t respond, just continued to make small noises in the back of her throat. Yeah, she was so fucking close. He could feel it tightening around his cock, drawing out his cumin fast, hard pulls. “You’re so tight, Veronica. You clench around me and it feels like a fist, like fucking heaven. I’m going to come so hard. So. Fucking. Hard.” He slammed into her fiercely on the last word, and she cried out in climax. Yes. Harder and faster he sank into her, needing her to orgasm like he needed his next breath of air. It was there. Right. Fucking. There. The roar that left him was loud and animalistic. He could feel the heavy jets of his come leave him and bathe her womb and he knew right then he would never let her go. He couldn’t.