“That is it, my sweet,” Cedric moaned between licks, “Lose yourself. You are safe with me. I promise.”
Deborah whimpered at his words, and he glanced up to see that her eyes were shining with tears. He almost stopped, but at that moment she looked down at him and quickly shook her head, as if she had read his worry.
“I am alright,” she panted, her tight grip in his hair briefly turning into a caress, “Just overwhelmed with emotion is all.”
Cedric’s response was to lower his head as his fingers curled deeper inside her, brushing over that sensitive spot hidden in the back of her sheath.
“It is alright to be overwhelmed,” he huskily replied between licks, “I will prove it to you. I promise.”
Then he thrust his hand again, and Deborah’s answering moan was nearly a sob as her second orgasm came rushing forward.
“Please,” Deborah half-moaned, half-sobbed as she rode out the wave of pleasure, “Cedric, please.”
“Not yet,” he murmured, suckling at her mons gently as he waited for her frazzled nerves to calm a little, “One more. You can do that for me, can’t you? You can give me one more release before I make you completely and permanently mine?”
He glanced up, enraptured by the pure pleasure and emotion that had taken over Deborah’s flushed, beautiful face, and watched with pleasure as she began to nod and take deep breaths.
“There’s my good girl,” he rasped, slowly swirling his two fingers inside her.
At his praise, Deborah’s brow puckered as she threw her head back, and her thighs began to tremble harder as he brought her to the brink of ecstasy for a third time.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
“Cedric, I can’t,” Deborah gasped.
Yet even as she said so, Deborah’s third release rose like a great wave and came crashing down hard on her body, sweeping through not just her veins and nerves but her mind. Any fear, any worry of what their past was or what their future would bring- it all vanished as she was consumed by the greedy fire of need.
Cedric murmured words of praise as he lapped at the soaking evidence of her release, making her shiver with every flick of his tongue. Unable to wait any longer, Deborah’s fisted hands released Cedric’s hair and smoothed her hands down his shoulders, only to tighten her nails there so she could drag him up.
He came willingly, his wicked grin shining with evidence of her pleasure as his manhood lined up with her slick entrance.
“One day,” he said, slowly drawing the back of his hand over his chin to wipe away her wetness, “One day I am going to tie you to my bed, and this is all we will do. I will make you explode in my mouth for hours until you are senseless.”
Deborah let out a gasp as his words drew a detailed picture in her mind. Could she survive such ecstasy?
His throbbing member between her legs quickly drew her back to the present, though, and she dug her nails deeper into his shoulder blades. Cedric let out a deep groan as she tugged him closer, and his grin quickly shifted as his black eyes grew hooded.
“Hold onto me, love,” he breathed, drawing his hips back until his tip aligned with her slick entrance, “And try to breathe.”
Before she could even fathom a reason to question his guidance, Cedric’s hips surged forward, and his thick shaft drove into her sheath. Deborah’s breath punched out of her lungs as she felt the stinging pain of being stretched by his girth and length, but by the time she managed to exhale, such pain was already starting to subside.
“That’s it, sweetheart, breathe for me,” Cedric coaxed, drawing his hips back again.
White sparks erupted behind Deborah’s shut eyes as he sent another thrust of his hips, and she instantly became dizzy with the sweet mixture of pleasure and pain.
“Are you still with me, love?” Cedric rasped as he drew out again.
“Yes,” she gasped, drawing in quick breaths just as he commanded.
“Then open those eyes, Deborah. I need to see those beautiful eyes of yours as I make you mine and you make me yours.”
Deborah sighed softly at his words, and after struggling for a moment, her lashes lifted, and she found Cedric’s devastatingly handsome face peering intently down at hers.
“Oh, yes,” he groaned, slowly sliding back inside of her as pleasure sparked in his black pools, “There you are. My perfect wife. My fierce, perfect,beautifulwife.”
For the next several moments, Cedric took her slowly, reading her body for every twitch or spasm of pain until they died away and she relaxed beneath him. Then he leaned down and kissed her, invading her mouth with his tongue and letting her suckle on it as his thrusts grew faster.
That pain in her womb diminished entirely, and in its place drew a coil of pleasure that seemed to tighten with every thrust of his hips and tongue. Deborah broke the kiss when the coil felt as if it was going to break, and she arched her hips into him as she threw her head back in a silent scream. For a moment, every muscle and tendon in her body grew rigid. Even her breath stilled.