I bent over her face, sucking her lower lip into my mouth, tasting her. My hand wandered down again. I stroked my finger along her seam over and over again, basking in her wetness, her heat, her silkiness. Then I pushed my finger into her, sliding in and out at a lazy pace while my tongue teased her mouth. Soon Greta’s moans increased in volume from my fingering and I pushed another finger into her. Her walls hugged my fingers tightly and Greta moaned even deeper, her hips arching up to meet every thrust of my hand. I pulled back to watch her face, as it twisted with pleasure, her eyes hooded, her lips swollen and shiny from our kiss.
My gaze traveled down her gorgeous body to her pussy, my chest swelling as my fingers parted her. They were coated in her juices. I sped up, and slapped the heel of my palm against her swollen clit with every thrust. Her mouth parted wide and she cried out, her fingers clamping down on my wrist to keep me in place, with my fingers buried all the way inside of her as her orgasm overwhelmed her.
She closed her eyes, her head thrown back, bared her pretty throat. I couldn’t resist. I lowered my head and sucked her skin between my teeth. She winced, her walls clenching my fingers more tightly as she cried out again, shuddering through another small wave of pleasure. I kept suckling her skin then pulled back to admire my work. A beautiful hickey would mark her elegant throat in the morning. She was mine and I wanted everyone to see the proof of it.
My gaze slid lower once more. I pulled my fingers out of her, and brought them to my mouth, licking her arousal off. Greta watched me with parted lips, the desire in her eyes firing up my own. She reached for my jacket and helped me out of it, then she quickly opened the buttons of my shirt so I could shrug it off. Her fingers stroked over my chest, then lower, following my happy trail to my belt. Soon I knelt on the bed completely naked and the heat in Greta’s face as she regarded me was almost more than I could take.
I didn’t give Greta a chance to touch my cock. I was already rock hard. Now I needed to make sure Greta was as ready as I was.
I got down on my knees on the floor and pulled Greta toward the edge of the mattress before I lowered my mouth to her pussy. Her taste made me groan low in my throat. She was already so wet. “I’m ready, Amo.”
I chuckled against her mount. “Trust me.”
“Okay.” The word morphed into a moan when I sucked her clit into my mouth. Greta opened her legs wide, her feet in her ballet shoes pointed as if she were about to dance. So fucking beautiful. I stroked along her calf and began opening her silk ribbons while my lips kept teasing Greta’s clit. Soon she was rocking her hips again, chasing another release. I circled her opening with my fingers to test her readiness. She eagerly pushed against my fingertips, needing friction. So wet and ready. I pulled away despite her protest.
I got off the bed and hurried into the bathroom, returning shortly after with a towel.
“Lift up,” I ordered. Greta did without hesitation but confusion swam in her dark eyes when I spread the towel under her.
“Amo, what about the bloody sheets?”
I knew Greta would bleed, given our very different stature, and while I personally couldn’t wait to see this sign of me claiming my wife, I didn’t want anyone else to see it. That was just for me to see.
“Open your legs for me,” I said roughly.
Greta parted her legs wide, her pink pussy already soaked and ready from my fingerfucking and licking. I removed her ballet shoes and tossed them away before I settled between her thighs.
A hint of nerves flashed on Greta’s face but she smiled at me. I began to rub the crown of my cock over Greta’s pussy lips until she was panting again. The next time I glided along her flesh, I stopped with my tip against her opening. With my hand, I intensified the pressure until I could feel her body part for me bit by bit, allowing me to inch forward. My brows snapping together, I pushed a bit deeper until my tip was nestled inside of Greta’s pussy. Greta’s released a harsh breath, her belly muscles flexing. I swallowed hard as I watched how her pussy lips stretched around my thick shaft. The sight was such a huge turn on. My weight propped up on one arm, I released my cock and began to gently rub her clit then lifted my gaze to her sweaty face. Pain shone in her eyes but she still gifted me with a smile.
I shifted my hips and began to dip just my tip in and out of her until that simply wasn’t enough anymore. I lowered myself on top of Greta, my back curved so I could cradle her face in my palms. “I need this,” I growled.
She nodded, her lips meeting mine again. I moved my hips, working against the pressure until Greta’s walls gave way, allowing another inch to slide into her.