He had barely placed my feet on the floor before he was removing the rest of our clothes, practically ripping them off of us. He lifted me off my feet again and stepped into the tub with me held in his arms.
We sank into the warm water and immediately found each other’s lips again. I opened my mouth to him, and shifted so I was straddling him in the tub. His hands roamed over my body freely, and I clung to him as he explored every inch.
His warm breath teased my skin as his lips moved to my neck, grazing a sensitive spot just below my ear. With each soft touch of his mouth, I melted further into his embrace. He moved lower and found my nipples, taking the stiffened tips into his mouth, one at a time. His tongue circled around the small nubs, then he started sucking harder and grazing them with his teeth. I tangled my hands in his hair as he bit down hard on the tender flesh, causing small whimpers to escape from my lips.
Eventually his hand moved to my backside, kneading the two globes of flesh and gently pulling them apart. My breathing hitched at the sensation. I felt completely exposed as the warm water tickled my entrance.
“Still doing okay, my Falyn?” Andrian murmured as he felt my heart pounding through my chest.
“Yes,” I gasped, “I’m good.”
Andrian pressed his lips to mine again, his kisses more gentle than before. He continued massaging my cheeks, waiting for me to relax. I leaned into him, letting my hardened length press against his stomach so he could be sure that I was definitely okay.
“Keep going, Andri,” I commanded softly, “I want this. I want you. I’m not afraid.”
That seemed to be what he needed to hear, and his finger began to circle my opening, so light that I could barely feel it. The feathery touches felt surprisingly good. I ground my hips against him as a pleasant shiver ran down my spine.
I felt a pressure against my entrance as his finger began working its way inside. I urged myself to relax as he breached my walls, only going as far as the first knuckle. The bathwater helped ease him in, but his calloused finger felt rough against the tender, previously untouched skin. He waited for a moment, allowing my body to adjust, then he pushed further inside.
His other hand reached between us and gripped onto my member, which wasn’t quite as enthusiastic as it had been just moments before, and began stroking it. The finger inside me remained still as he worked my length back into a hardened state, then it began moving in time with his strokes.
I quickly adjusted to one finger, my tight inner flesh relaxing to accommodate his movements, and he slid a second one in with minimal resistance. It was a bit uncomfortable at first, but he carefully probed my inner walls until he found a spot that sent a jolt of pleasure through my body.
“Is it there?” he inquired, making me shudder as he pressed against that spot again.
“Hnng, yes,” I groaned, “right there.”
Suddenly his fingers no longer felt uncomfortable. He crooked his two fingers and began plunging them in and out of me, grazing that one spot every time he passed it. His hand on my erection hadn’t stopped moving and warmth began pooling in my lower abdomen.
I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as I rode his hand. It was as if he was stroking me from the inside out, and I felt myself growing closer to release.
“Ready for more?” he asked me, his eyes aflame as he watched me writhe and moan.
I barely had a chance to nod before a third finger began working its way inside me. The stretch was more intense this time, but it wasn’t painful; the way he opened me up felt as good as his hand on my leaking member.
“Mmmm, Andri,” I gasped, thrusting my hips between his two hands, “feels so good.”
Andrian redoubled his efforts, leaving me incapable of anything but unintelligible moans as the warmth in my abdomen spread through my entire body.
I exploded over his hands and into the bathwater, clenching down on his fingers as he continued assaulting that spot inside me, drawing out my climax until I was left shaking and weak.
As I came down from the intense high, I drew a ragged breath and said, “Gods, if that was just the warm up, I don’t know if I can handle the rest.”
Andrian chuckled darkly, “Oh my Falyn, you have no idea. I’ve had so much time to think about all the things I want to do to you. I’m going to make you melt and beg and cry for me tonight.”
His words made my pulse race, and my spent member immediately began to stir again. We hastily finished our bath and dried ourselves, then Andrian picked me up and carried me back to the bedroom. He laid me down on the bed and I looked up at him through lust clouded eyes.
Our lips found each other again and I tasted every inch of his mouth as his hands caressed my thighs and hips. I couldn’t get enough of him, my hands roaming over his chest and back, trying to touch all of him at once.
He broke our kiss and his lips began moving lower, down my neck and over my chest, and then he took my renewed erection into his mouth. I struggled to breathe at the intense stimulation. It was almost too much, having just had my release in the bath.
Andrian’s tongue teased my tip and up and down my length, before he moved lower, carefully taking the delicate sacs below into his mouth. I wrapped my thighs around his head and cried out as he gently suckled the tender flesh.
Before I could process what was happening, Andrian lifted my hips and spread my cheeks. I only had a moment to feel embarrassed by the undignified position before I felt his tongue start probing my entrance. If you had asked me before, I would have denied that such an act could bring pleasure, but I couldn’t hold back the wanton moans that escaped my lips.
His wet tongue drew circles around the puckered skin before slowly penetrating me. It wasn’t as intense as his fingers, but my body felt tingly and light as he explored my hole with his mouth. My hands found his head and I ran my fingers through his hair, gripping on and encouraging his exploration. Somehow the shamefulness of the act made it all the more enticing.
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Once he had tasted me thoroughly, he pulled away, leaving me a panting mess upon the bed. I watched languidly as he grabbed the bottle of scented oil that someone had kindly left on the bedside table for us.
He coated his length with a thick layer and positioned himself between my legs. He spread the excess oil from his fingers over my opening to make sure I was properly lubricated and pressed his slick tip against me.
I immediately shifted to give him better access and whimpered, “Andri, please.”
I felt an intense pressure as he obeyed my wishes and began pushing himself inside. He moved slowly, achingly slow, as my body struggled to accept the wide tip. I was stretched wide open to the point of pain, but I gritted my teeth and endured. Then the tight ring of muscles at my entrance clamped down on his shaft as the widest part of him breached my virgin hole.
He paused for a moment as he saw me flinching from the strain and asked, “Do you want me to stop?”
“Don’t stop, Andri,” I keened, “I want to feel you deep inside me.”
To emphasize my point, I wrapped my legs around his hips, pushing more of his length into me. He looked almost pained as he continued, his shaft slowly filling the incredibly tight space. When his hips made contact with my own, I realized he was fully sheathed inside me. I was stretched wide open, my muscles aching from the strain of accommodating such a large intrusion. It hurt, but it was a good hurt. I was filled to the brim with Andrian and I loved that feeling.
“C-can I move, or should I wait?” he inquired, his voice betraying his desperation.
“Ugh, I, think you, can move,” I told him, struggling to speak.
He carefully withdrew, making me feel as if my insides were being pulled out with him, then he began to slowly push back in. He repeated the process a few times, until there was less resistance to his movements.
Then he started moving faster, his hips moving in gentle, shallow thrusts that I could feel all the way to my toes. I wasn’t sure if it felt good, but it definitely didn’t feel bad.
Andrian lifted my hips and his thick tip brushed against the spot that his fingers had been teasing earlier. I inhaled sharply and arched my back at the sudden shock of pleasure that coursed through me.
“Do you like that?” Andrian asked without pausing his movements.
“Yes, I like it,” I gasped, “More, harder.”
“Like this?” he asked before thrusting hard, slamming into me so hard that the air in my lungs was forced out.
I shuddered and let out a strangled cry, “Yes! Like that. Ughhh, so good.”
Like a switch had been flipped, Andrian let go completely and plunged into me without any hesitation. My untouched member throbbed and twitched every time he came into contact with that sensitive spot inside me. I lifted my hips to meet each thrust, trying to somehow take him deeper each time.
Amidst the breathy moans and the meaty sound of flesh meeting flesh, Andrian grabbed onto my shaft. White hot sparks shot through my body at the double stimulation. His rock hard length hit that spot over and over, while his hand stroked me in time with his thrusts. Unintelligible sounds escaped my lips, my eyes rolling back in my head in ecstasy.
“Oh, Andri, I’m– I’m gonna–”
“No,” he growled, pulling his hand away, “Not yet. Just a little longer.”
“No, no, no. Please Andri. Hnnng, I need to–”
I reached down to finish myself and Andrian caught my hand and pinned it above my head. I quickly found my other hand pinned in the same position. All the while, Andrian kept pounding into that spot, making my need for release all the more desperate.
I struggled against him as the pleasure became almost painful, but I couldn’t get the friction I needed to be pushed over the edge.
“Please, Andri, please. I need to. I can’t. I’m so close.”
I started crying as I begged him for release. I couldn’t focus on anything but his shaft sliding in and out of me and my aching erection that dripped a clear liquid from its tip. I writhed and pleaded to no avail as Andrian’s thrusts became more erratic.
“Just, ugh, a little more,” he groaned, gripping my wrists hard enough to bruise.
The slight pain only goaded my desperation even more. He played my body like an instrument, leaving me trapped in the moment before the crescendo. Tears poured from my eyes as I babbled nonsensically and moaned with abandon. Every inch of my body was tense in anticipation of what would undoubtedly be the most intense climax I’d ever experience.
If only he would allow me to reach it.
Three more hard thrusts and suddenly my hands were free. Before I could move, Andrian’s rough hand wrapped around my length and started pumping.
It only took two strokes before my climax exploded over our chest, and I practically screamed as wave after wave of mind blowing pleasure shot through me. I felt Andrian release inside me, the hot liquid marking me as his, inside and out.
Andrian collapsed on top of me and we both struggled to catch our breath. I managed to lift my arm enough to wrap it around his neck and hug him against me.
“I love you, my Andri,” I whispered into his ear.
“I love you too, my Falyn,” he whispered back before slowly withdrawing himself from my depths, leaving me with a feeling of emptiness at his departure.
He lay down beside me and I immediately placed my head on his chest, not wanting to let go of him just yet. Andrian wrapped me in his arms and let out a contented sigh.
“We should probably clean ourselves up again,” Andrian suggested as our sweat mingled between our bodies.
“No,” I refused, “Tomorrow. I don’t think I can move at all right now. I just want to stay here and fall asleep in your arms.”
“As my Falyn commands,” he chuckled and kissed the top of my head.
We held each other in silence until his steady breathing lulled me into a peaceful sleep.
The next morning, we immediately called for some fresh bathwater and washed away the evidence of our activities from the night before. While we bathed, the servants brought food for us, and we enjoyed a quiet breakfast once we were dressed.
We went back to our room after we were done eating, and I decided that more sleep sounded like a fantastic idea. Andrian said he was going to go visit with his dad and left me to get some more rest.
I hadn’t expected to be as sore as I was, given that Andrian had always seemed energized the day after we’d been intimate. I was a little jealous of his resilience. I lay down on the bed and closed my eyes, sleep easily drawing me back into its embrace.
When I opened my eyes again, the sun was high in the sky and I guessed that I had been asleep for just over two movements. My stomach grumbled at me, telling me it was time for lunch. I changed into comfortable clothes, put on my boots, and left our room in search of Andrian and food.
Uncle Alek had been given a room in the same wing of the Palace we were staying in, one floor up and directly above us. I remembered seeing a staircase near one of the many dressing rooms, and headed in that direction. The extra sleep had helped quite a bit and I wasn’t feeling nearly as stiff as I was before. Though I had to admit that the aches were worth it and I would gladly suffer them again.
As I was turning down the hall that would lead me to the dressing room, I heard a sickening thud, accompanied by an explosion of pain in the back of my head. That was the last thing I remembered before everything went black.