Chapter 6
She turned around and looked at him. She was still in her wedding dress that made her seem even more slight. It was absurd really, to be talking there like that right after their wedding. It wasn’t a normal wedding though and the confidence that he had felt before meeting her was gone. Everything that he thought he knew was wrong. Now he understood why people would go to such extremes, such lengths to be with someone. Now Shane understood what all of the fuss was about.
“Are you not sure what to do?”
Dasha sounded incredulous and it made him grin a little.
“I know what to do when it comes to that Dasha, but I didn’t know what you wanted to do. It’s your choice. Whatever you want.”
She turned her back to him and met his eyes through the reflection of the mirror on the dresser. Shane could tell she was blushing and it made certain changes in her demeanor make more sense. Dasha had been so sure of herself yesterday, but after Sammy trying to seduce her and then as the consummation became a question, the timid woman that he seen now had appeared. His fear had been that she would be this way always, the fire from before gone, but now he knew that she just never knew a man in that way.
The knowledge gave him more insight, but also created conflicting feelings with it. He wanted to take his time, but the idea of being the first made his blood boil.
“Will you help me take this off please?”
Her voice was so quiet, but he heard it as if it was thundering in his head. Shane found his feet planted to the floor for a moment, questioning if it was what he had actually heard it or was it what his mind made him think he heard. It was what he wanted to hear.
“You need help with your dress?”
She nodded in the mirror, her blue eyes looking to him.
“Please.”
Shane closed his eyes for a moment and then moved forward to reach her. His hands trembled slightly as he undid the long row of buttons on the back. He couldn’t think of how she had gotten in it with her body so close. She was breathing in shallow breaths and he wondered how such a beautiful woman could be still untouched.
His fingers played with the revealed flesh when he was done, running a tip up her back and watching her shiver. Shane moved the fabric off of her shoulders, where the swell of her breasts stopped it from falling the rest of the way off of her. “I couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful wife Dasha. I feel like the luckiest man in the world. I want to make love to my wife, but only when you are ready.”
He had to give her a choice. Sex had always been optional in his mind when he had come up with the idea of finding a wife, practicality was what he had been thinking about, but now all he could think about was being her husband in all senses of the word.
Dasha’s blue eyes met his finally as he towered over her. She trembled against him, but finally moved. Her hands went to the top of the dress and pulled it down to fall. Catching on her hips, she pushed it the rest of the way down and Shane couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. His palms rubbed her shoulders and then moved down her upper arm towards her small breasts. Cupping them from behind, his fingers played with the hardened tips as Dasha’s head fell back against his chest.
He played with her as she squirmed against him and he was left rigid in his pants in seconds. Shane was watching her face through the mirror, the way her body jerked as one hand dragged short nails down her abdomen. He toyed with the soft brown curls that covered her. Knee pushing in between her thighs, she made a small whimpering sound when he found her damp heat. Shane bit her shoulder and she made the same sound again. As his finger moved lower, rubbing against her clit, her noises became louder and more damaging to his need.
Shane made circles over her swelling clit. She seemed more than ready and when he moved lower, his assumptions were found to be right. No one else had ever touched her before. Sucking where he had bit, his fingers moved back up to the top of her slit and pressed harder. Dasha gasped and wiggled her ass against his own raging need. He groaned as he moved faster on her, watching her body tense as she was dragged closer to the edge. Dasha had her eyes shut tight and he tapped on her with the tops of his fingers.
“Come for me Dasha. So you will be wet enough.”
He continued his assault on her quim, while his other hand left her to make him ready for her. He had never needed something so badly in his life and when she called out his name in that accent, her need splashing out onto his fingertips, Shane thought he was going to explode. It was too much and he was struggled to release himself with only one hand.
Her hips and ass pushed back against him over and over again. Her body was searching for it and when he finally felt the cleft between her cheeks he growled. Going back to rubbing her sensitivity, he positioned himself lower to her opening that was barred. Her eyes flashed open as he pressed in against her barrier. Shane rubbed more, making her stomach tighten and her moaning started again. Conflicting thoughts once more.
“Are you ready Dasha?”
She nodded her head, though her eyes fluttered closed as soon as he started to press inside. Slowly the cockhead ripped through to her tight depths and Shane gritted his teeth to the urge to slam forward. Her name whispered softly in her ear as he pushed deeper, her insides suffocating him. Pulling out, she gripped him and when he pressed back in found her no less choking.
“Oh God Dasha. Are you okay?”
“Yes.” The last syllable rose with his sudden thrust to fully seat himself inside of her. He was just so big and she was so small it was hard to think. Moving back to her breasts, he played with a tip while he rubbed her pleasure spot. She started to move her hips against him, pressing him in and out just an inch, grinding back against him as she moaned.
Shane watched her bring herself to pleasure, using his body as her instrument. The longer he was inside of her, the deeper she pushed him and the faster she pulled him out. “Yes, yes, I’m going to come Shane.”
Her shaking made his blood boil, the sounds of her satisfying him in a way that nothing else could. But it was the flush of her essence down his shaft that propelled him forward, pushing her down onto the dresser, his cock sliding deeper.
He couldn’t be tender any longer and her body was asking for something else entirely. When he pulled out and seen the slickness left from her, he slammed back in suddenly. Her tits bounced back and forth as he started to move into her quickly. Pushing in hard and deep and then pulling out quickly to do it over again.
Dasha was still coming, unable to stop as each thrust rubbed her clit against the edge of the dresser. She braced herself against the mirror as he pounded into her. His name became a chant on her lips as she came over and over again. Shane watched ever nuisance of her face and then her eyes met his as he started to fill her with his hot seed. She convulsed around his shaft with each inch pressed deeper to her womb.
He laid his head on her back and breathed out deeply. How could he not have known that it was possible to feel that way? Shane helped her up, her knees a little wobbly as he moved her to the bed. Removing his shirt and pants, he laid down next to her, pulling her close. Dasha sighed against him and laced her hands with his.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you Dasha.”
She turned to him. “Not at all. It was better than I could have hoped for. I knew I was waiting for the right one and it was you.”
For someone that had never believed in love, Shane felt the same way.
“I’ve been waiting for you too Dasha. I just didn’t know it.”
She sighed and pulled closer to him, molding her body against him. They slept for hours afterwards, only getting out of bed to get something to nibble on before going back to nibbling on each other. It wasn’t a regular wedding by far, but it was certainly one that would never be forgotten by the two who shared it.
~THE END~