Robert
I couldn't wait till the ceremony ended. I kept on stealing glances at my beloved, my sun
Harriet.
Her smile awakened the dead soul in me. I couldn't comprehend how I stopped myself from marking her as mine the very day we shared a kiss. She's just too fragile for me, like a fine white porcelain that could break if mishandled.
"May I have my pictures, please? You've taken so many photos of me in the last three minutes and it would be bad if I don't ask for them," Harriet cut off my thought, nudging my shoulders playfully.
"If you were to be my client as a photographer, I wouldn't have any client till I die. I can't, believed i'm having you for the rest of my life," I said.
"In the context of having... I guess there wouldn't be a meal for you tonight," Harriet said, biting her bottom lip.
I smiled, feigning ignorance. "I don't quite understand you."
"Oh, please stop it. I am your 'meal' for tonight," Harriet said, her face flushed with embarrassment.
Oh God! This girl would be the death of me and I don't mind!
"Everyone, Thou not only the bad lad you know me as; I've got a bad lass too!" I screamed at the top of my lungs while I carried her, her covering her face and screaming while laughing.
We bade our families the normal goodbyes, but deep in my mind I just couldn't wait to get home and rip off her clothes. I want to be buried inside her. I bet I could cry if she stripped down for me. When we got to our home, I carried her gently to the bedroom, kissing her bottom lip, face, eyes, and nose. "Oh God! I love..." she responded; I could tell she was willing to learn.
Our moans were heard, the sounds of our lips joining; when I gently squeezed, she shook. I grabbed her ass cheek with my other hand, I could tell it was softer than fluffy bread.
"I love you, Robert. I don't think I'll ever not love you," she said, her breath almost failing.
"Think?" I snorted, my eyes closing. "You're stuck with me, because I know I could never not love you."
"You'll be the father of my children, the love of my life, and the person I get to grow old with." I hushed her with another kiss, her eyes glittering under the lamp. I tilted my head and shoved my tongue past her lips. The kiss became hungrier, more demanding each time she grabbed my hair.
My hand vanished from her hair, dropping between us and into her panties. She's wet really fucking wet and I rolled my hips into her grip as my thumb pressed to her clit.
She quietly whimpered into my mouth, gasping as I gently pushed two fingers inside and fucked her with them. I curled them against her warmth, feeling her tighten, her hips rolling into my hand.
I devoured her mouth, tasting her, feeling her under my fingertips as I explored every inch of her body.
I don't think I will ever get used to this. Her.
"Mine," I said against her mouth.
No one else's.
"Mind, since I have kissed you, can I taste you?" I said, my voice almost husky. She didn't even hesitate before nodding.
"So fucking pretty," I murmured before placing a slow, soft kiss directly on her clit, glancing up at her as I did. She inhaled sharply, disappointed when I retreated.
"Is that the type of kiss you wanted?" I taunted, sparing her another glance before my eyes gravitated back down as if I couldn't stand to look away.
"No," she whimpered. "I heard that's not how to do it. You can do better than that."
"Can I?" I mused. "How would I do that? Use my tongue?" Right as the last word left my lips, my tongue darted out, lashing at her clit before disappearing between my teeth.
She groaned, her hips involuntarily rolling toward my mouth, desperately seeking what I'm so cruelly depriving her of.
"Yes, like that," she mewled, her legs beginning to tremble. I could smell the arousal, and her pussy throbs from how potent it is.
"Like that," I echoed, licking her clit again though this time more slowly, causing her to shudder from how fucking good it felt.
"Don't stop," she gasped, her head falling back and her legs widening. I groaned against her. "You taste better than the sweetest wine, and I could fucking drink you forever."
My heart stuttered, and her hips swiveled, grinding against my mouth as I tasted her, drinking from her like a sorrowful man desperate to escape through a bottle.
"Open wider, Harriet, I need more of you."
She did as I said, hiking her knees as far up as she could. My tongue explored every inch of her, plunging inside her pussy and gathering her arousal on the tip before dipping even lower and lavishing at her tight entrance.
It was when my mouth closed over her clit again, sucking deeply while lashing it with ferocity, that her knees snapped inward, nearly crushing my skull between her thighs. Her eyes rolled to the back of my head.
I pried her thighs apart, holding one down with my arm while my other hand swiped up her slit the only warning I granted her before two of my fingers sank inside her, drawing out a high-pitched moan as I curled them upward and fucked her with them.
I could feel as though she was on the verge of losing control of her bladder, yet it mingled with an acute need to come. Then, I hit a spot that almost made her go blind, and oh my God, I didn't stop or move even a centimeter.
She lost all function.
Her mouth opened on a silent scream, incapable of giving anything else as her body lost control.
Her eyes rolled, and I felt something just… snap in her.
Vaguely, I glimpsed a pool of liquid in my hand.
"That," she gasped, out of breath, "was not normal."
"I can make sure to get you high like that," I said. Still lying naked, I thrust into her gently. I've not been a saint, and I've never had sex without a condom, but with her, without the barrier, I could feel everything: from how wet she really is to the addictive heat, the way her inner walls accommodate my length, and the slight pressure of still being new to sex. I already thought sex was amazing, but without the barrier, I think I might die from how good it feels. I kept on thrusting at a slow pace, each pace a testament to how much I love her.
When she took my mouth again, I tasted myself on her. With every powerful thrust, she took me out of my head and deeper into my body, making me feel everything: her hard nipples dragging against my chest; her fingers pulling my hair; our teeth clashing as we kissed deeply; the sounds of our lips joining; the noise of our bodies melding together. Then I rolled onto my back, taking her with me. Panting, she stared down at me in a haze of pleasure. I told her to flatten her hands over my broad chest. I ran my hands up and down her body, pausing to squeeze her breasts, then following the shape of her ribcage and waist down to her hips.
"Move," I said gently. She bounced up and down on my hard cock until her thighs ached, and both of us were groaning and sweating.
I reached up and roughly squeezed my breast. "So fucking good," I hissed. "Jesus Christ."
We both reached climax and came at the same time.
"Know what I just realized?" I whispered, my eyes burning.
She said tartly, "That you regret this marriage?"
"That now I know what you sound like when you come."
"So what about it?"
I lowered my head and bit her earlobe, then said gruffly, "So it's my new favorite sound. I want to hear it again."
Then I thrust my hips, driving into her.
Her moan broke; eyelids fluttering, she said, "How are you still hard?"
"I'm not done fucking you yet, that's how.
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Harriet
I awoke to a familiar ache of longing, my body still tingling from yesterday's tumultuous rapture. Each day shared with Robert is as intoxicating as it is tender—an exquisite blend of passion, romance, and sweet affection.
I rose and found him leaning over me, his lips brushing mine as he whispered, "Good morrow, my dearest."
"Good morrow, my sovereign," I, stifling a yawn. "And , why dost thou remain so… erect? I believed our labours had concluded long past midnight."
His eyes gleamed with ardour as he pressed closer. "I cannot sate my appetite for thee, sweet Harriet. I am wholly enraptured—addicted, one might say."
I chuckled, draping my arms about his neck. "Alas, I am as a device bereft of power. Permit me but a moment to recharge, my lord."
He straightened, brushing back a stray curl from my brow. "I must needs visit the stall this day. The miners have dispatched word that their payments await me."
I entwined my fingers with his. "Blessed be the day we wed. Business flourishes, and I am honoured that thou wouldst escort me to the Queen's daughter's wedding ceremony."
He smiled, lifting me lightly as though I were spun of silk. "Nay, dear heart—thou art my talisman of fortune. I am the most fortunate man alive."
I laid my hand upon my swelling gown. "And our felicity shall be consummated with the pitter-patter of a child soon, I pray."
Robert set me gently down and shook his head with amused reproach. "Fie, sweet Harriet! 'Tis scarce but a fortnight since our nuptials. Let us savour these tender days ere we contemplate progeny."
I laughed, a peal of innocent delight, and he gathered me once more in his arms.
"Didst thou not declare thy intention to depart?" I teased.
He cast me a roguish smile. "That can tarry no longer—yet pause I must not."
I could scarce contain my joy as his arms enclosed me. In that moment, with the morning sun dancing upon our chamber walls, I whispered to myself:
God, how I love him.